As soon as the words fell, Ruan Jin urged the sword intent to the extreme, and a sword was swung out, and the sword aura was like a rainbow.

In the quiet air, there seemed to be a ripple that began to slowly disperse, like ripples on the calm water, and in an instant, the stars shifted, and the surrounding scenery suddenly changed.

The sea of clouds around them was gone, the clouds were as black as ink, the thunder rumbled, and the lightning pierced the lonely sky, and the place where they stood was no longer a mountaintop with no grass, but a towering sword peak, with the sword peak as the center, there were all kinds of swords, long, short, broken blades, broken swords, and none of them were the same.

The only thing they have in common is that they all exude a breathtaking sword intent, cold and dark, like a man's back, and the sword intent emitted by countless swords can be said to have the power to destroy the world.

Ruan Jin's posture was straight, his eyes were cold, and his tone was sonorous, "This is the Cloud Sword Sea, all the sword cultivation swords come from here, your sword is also inside, find it, take it back." ”

Shen Bujiao, Wei Yidong, Xie Ziyi, Shi Yu, and Jun Ze were all shocked by the scene in front of them, and finally came back to their senses when they heard the words, with a solemn expression, and said firmly: "Yes." ”

They used their spiritual power and flew towards the Cloud Sword Sea, and the surging sword intent in the Cloud Sword Sea left a series of blade wounds on their bodies.

Shen Bujiao walked in the sea of clouds with a "Yuan Kong Step", his eyes constantly patrolling among all kinds of swords, which one is really his own sword!

Soon found that there were not only a few people from the sea of swords, but also students wearing orange, black, and green student uniforms, each of them was extremely unfamiliar, it was not a student of Shisong Academy, Shen Bujiao knew it very well.

The visitor was stunned for a moment when he saw her, then looked away, and the two passed by, each looking for his own sword.

The surging sword intent slashed through Shen Bujiao's ears, and bright red blood beads oozed from her skin, but she didn't care at all, she walked through the ladder to the sky, broke through the Wentian Cliff, these wounds on her body were not put in her eyes at all, as a sword cultivator, there is no one who is not rough and thick, and without this enlightened person, he will not come to learn the sword at all!

The sea of clouds and swords is magnificent, solemn and magnificent, countless people with the same goal as her climbed the ladder with blood, experienced hardships and hardships, waded through thorns all over the ground, blood flowed, tears were exhausted, lonely and brave, with a youthful spirit, came here, just for that sword.

It is not just a sword, it is their future, their belief and pursuit.

It won't be easily changed, and it won't be easily forgotten.

A lifetime of feelings, from now on.

Shen Bujiao was covered in blood with a wound cut by the sword qi, boiling blood surging in his chest, his eyes stopped in front of a sword, the long sword hummed, two feet six inches long, one and a half inches wide, the whole body was aqua blue, the cold light was pressing, and the blade was like frost and snow.

Shen Bujiao had a voice in her heart telling her that it was it.

She no longer hesitated, reached out and held the handle of the sword, and in an instant, Shen Bujiao seemed to feel the emotions of the sword, this sword is called the Jueyun Sword, the main water, sleeping in the sea of clouds and swords, waiting for thousands of years, only for one person.

It is not lonely, not arrogant, unwilling to compromise, unwilling to compromise.

Just stubbornly sticking to her heart, looking forward to the pair of hands that held it in her hands, that person, walking side by side with her and fighting together.

If that person doesn't come, it won't leave, thousands of years have passed, even if the sword body is rusty, the hilt is dusty, and the cloud sword sea is reburied, the original intention will not change.

Shen Bujiao's hand tightly grasped the hilt of the sword, and the blade of the Jueyun Sword shone with a cold luster, with endless coldness and desolation, and a faint sharp aura.

The Jueyun Sword trembled in her hand, making a clanging sound of cutting through gold and breaking jade.

In this life, I am fortunate to be in the same boat through thick and thin, and I will do my best to move forward.

This kind of pure emotion without any impurities almost made Shen Bujiao almost cry.

Just like under the lamp, the old man is thousands of miles away, and he returns to the shadow.

The mouth cannot speak, and the heart is happy and introspective.

The sea of clouds and swords gradually faded, and when she came back to her senses, Shen Bujiao was already standing on the top of the originally barren mountain, her hair was flying in the wind, and Ruan Jin stood with her hands in her hands, as if looking at the sea of clouds surging in the distance.

"You've got your sword. Ruan Jin turned to face Shen Bujiao.

Shen Bujiao nodded solemnly, and the Jueyun Sword crossed it, "Jueyun." ”

Ruan Jin just glanced at it lightly, "From today on, you have become a real sword cultivator, this is your natal spirit sword, I hope you will be loyal to the sword weapon all your life, and live up to it, and you will not live up to yourself." ”

Shen Bujiao's long sword was returned to the sheath and bowed solemnly, "Students must keep it in mind." ”

Ruan Jin's gaze glanced in one direction, and almost instantly, a figure appeared in place, it was Jun Ze.

He held a hilt of the sword in his hand, and the body of the long sword was missing, Shen Bujiao was slightly surprised, "Jun Ze, your sword?"

Jun Ze smiled slightly, warm as jade, "This sword is called Chengying, and there is no shadow. Only in the early morning, when the sky is about to dawn, or in the evening, when the sky is about to darken, looking north, it seems that something is faintly present. He looked at the sunshine that was gradually sinking westward, and Shen Bujiao looked intently, and he could really see the sword body dimly.

"The shadow only exists in form, it is for the random shape of qi, and the shadow seems to be there or not. ”

Shen Bujiao thought about it carefully, Hanguang, Chengying and Xiaolian are called the three swords, none of the three swords can take a person's life, when the Chengying sword cuts through a person's body, the person who is scratched will not feel the slightest, only when it touches an object, this sword will make a sound.

Jun Ze said: "Heaven and earth are creatures, the sword shadow is invisible, flickering and disappearing, and the long box is singing." His lips were like warm jade, the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, and his eyes were full of satisfaction, and he suddenly raised his head and asked Shen Bujiao, "I don't know what the name of your sword is?"

Shen Bujiao smiled: "Jueyun Sword." ”

While the two of them were talking, a few more people came out one after another, Wei Yidong, Shi Yu, and Shen Bujiao was slightly surprised by Xie Ziyi, who was actually the last to come out.

Everyone introduced their swords to each other, Wei Yidong's "Hanjiang", Shi Yu's "Yebo", and Xie Ziyi's "Longyuan".

What interests Shen Bujiao the most is Xie Ziyi's "Dragon Abyss", which is as black as ink, looking at the sharp sword body, it is like climbing a high mountain and looking down at the abyss, ethereal and deep, as if there is a giant dragon lying down.

Wei Yidong's "Cold River" sword body seemed to be shrouded in a faint silver halo, and there was a feeling of coldness like the moon hitting the cold river.

Shi Yu's "Night Park" is actually a thick pure black, cold light, sharp, imposing, domineering and leaky, which is the same as the feeling of Shi Yu - not easy to mess with.

Ruan Jin saw that everyone had their own swords, and said: "From this moment on, you have become a sword cultivator, sword refiners, first harvest the essence, and then start the heart fire, the lungs are the wind tatar, the liver wood is carbon, the spleen is yellow mud, and the kidneys are the sun and the moon essence." The kidney is water, the spleen and soil are mud molds, and as a furnace, a breath of air is the law, and a breath of breath is the breath of a sword. ”

"Those of you who have climbed the ladder to the sky should already have sword energy, and I hope you can have a good run-in with the Natal Spirit Sword in the future. Ruan Jin's eyes swept over them one by one.