"I'm sorry, I'm so happy, first of all, let me introduce myself, the old man is not a human being, but a sword spirit, but the master's sword intent, little guy, have you heard of the strongest swordsmanship in the world?" After the sword spirit introduced himself, he began to question Ming Jiutian.

"I haven't heard of the strongest swordsmanship, but I've heard my teacher say that there are many kinds of exercises and swordsmanship in the world, but no matter how you learn it, the most fundamental thing is to learn and use it, it can be said that there is no strongest move, only stronger moves" Ming Jiutian began to explain after thinking for a while.

"Very good, sure enough, the qualifications are extraordinary, so have you ever learned swordsmanship?" After listening to Ming Jiutian's answer, the sword spirit nodded with satisfaction and then continued to ask.

"I did learn it, because swordsmanship is not the strongest move of the younger generation, so I rarely use it"

Ming Jiutian also told the truth, he did learn Ten Thousand Swords Guizong before, but because he was usually used to using a hammer as a weapon, he rarely used it later.

"It's good to have learned, now use your so-called strongest swordsmanship to attack me" After hearing this, the sword spirit asked Ming Jiutian to perform swordsmanship.

"Okay" Suddenly the true qi surged, and as Ming Jiutian raised his two hands, countless blue sword shadows suddenly appeared in the sky.

As Ming Jiutian put his hands together, the countless sword shadows in the sky instantly merged into a blue giant sword dozens of zhang long, and the ninth style of the Ten Thousand Swords Gui Sect Ten Thousand Swords was brewed, and the majestic giant sword fell instantly, carrying a terrifying wind, blowing the iron chains in the sword mound.

After looking at Ming Jiutian's moves and examining them for a long time, the sword spirit made a move, and a small golden sword that was only the size of a palm instantly came out of his hand, and after a sound, the giant sword that was synthesized by Ming Jiutian's ten thousand swords was instantly broken into two.

"Is this...?"

Yes, from the random move of the sword spirit just now, Ming Jiutian could feel that it was not only the gap in strength, but also the gap in the sword itself.

"This is the artistic conception, who else is the artistic conception" The sword spirit explained after looking at Ming Jiutian's stunned expression.

What kind of understanding of the sword can be achieved? That kind of majesty, as if everything in the world has been insignificant, is too shocking.

"This is only the most insignificant part of the sword intent, because everyone is different, their understanding of the sword is also different, the entrance to the next area is on that altar, whether you can withstand the tempering of the sword intent or not is up to you" After the sword spirit finished speaking, he ignored Ming Jiutian, returned to the suspension bridge, and continued to meditate.

Ming Jiutian came to the bridgehead and stopped for a long time, I don't know if I was too worried, my intuition told Ming Jiutian that the front is very dangerous, and it is very likely that he will die if he is not careful, but he has been here for so many years, it is a pity to give up at this time, and after thinking about it for a long time, Ming Jiutian finally took his right foot.

The moment the right foot stepped on the suspension bridge, the suspension bridge moved, although it only shook a few times, but it seemed to have a chain reaction, and even in the entire sword mound, the iron chains connecting the sword and the sword all moved, and slowly, the swords inserted in the ground rose one after another.

"Huh... Hmm..."

Ming Jiutian seemed to have dispatched a mechanism, and all the swords inserted in the ground rose from the ground for a while, rose into the air, and then shot at Ming Jiutian.

There are too many swords in the sky, even if they are much more than the ten thousand swords of the Ming Nine Heavens, they are simply dense like locusts flying in the sky, and the flying swords are very fast, and they don't give Ming Jiutian time to think about it at all, so they can only take out the hammer to resist these sharp swords that shoot quickly.

After the sound of "when...", something happened that made Ming Jiutian dumbfounded, and the hammer that followed him day and night was cut off by half of the sword that came after blocking the first sword, which shows how sharp this sword is.

"Poof...", a sharp sword shot directly into Ming Jiutian's lower abdomen, blood flowed, by this sword, Ming Jiutian's body was stunned, and then the second sword and the third sword were powerless to parry, so they could only retreat quickly, and after returning to the open space, the sharp swords flying in the sky seemed to have found no target, and they fell extremely quickly, reinserted on the ground, and the entire sword mound regained calm again.

At this time, Ming Jiutian can be said to be very sad, there are three swords in his body, one is inserted in the lower abdomen, and two are inserted in the position of the chest, the blood directly stains the ground, and he endures the severe pain, and after pulling out the three swords on his body, he seals his own blood, and then lies on the ground without moving, and faints directly.

I don't know how long it took, Ming Jiutian woke up slowly, maybe it was because he lost too much blood, although he had woken up, but Ming Jiutian still felt groggy in his head, recalling the scene that happened before, Ming Jiutian still had palpitations.

Although the suspension bridge is not long, every step is difficult, and if you are not careful, you will end up with a thousand swords, and it seems that you must be fully prepared next time.

At this time, the Nine Shadows Holy Ancestor and Zhuo Yu were observing the movements of Ming Jiutian through the Water Mirror Technique.

"Strange news, are you dead?" Zhuo Yu saw that Ming Jiutian was lying on the ground and did not move, and said in surprise.

"No, if this kid is really dead, then it's called a strange news," the Nine Shadows Saint Ancestor stared at Ming Jiutian in the mirror image intently and said.

"If you hit three swords in the critical position, you won't die?" Zhuo Yu couldn't believe his ears.

"Tell me, how did the three of you get through here back then," the Nine Shadows Holy Ancestor looked at Zhuo Yu and asked.

"Back then, the three of us used the smartest method, because there were three of us, so the three of us joined forces to arm, hehe..."

"But he's only one person," the Nine Shadows Holy Ancestor didn't say anything about this, and was silent after speaking.

At this time, inside the sword mound, Ming Jiutian's injuries had recovered, and he was thinking about how to cross the suspension bridge, as long as his foot touched the bridge deck, the sword in the sword mound would be ten thousand swords, and he didn't know if he could fly over.

Stepping on the stars and getting up, Ming Jiutian tried to fly from the bridgehead to the other side, but Rao was like this, the sword in the sword mound would still be triggered, it seemed that as long as someone approached, the sword below would be dispatched, dragging the scarred body back to the bridgehead again, Ming Jiutian fell into contemplation.

"Without the baptism of the sword soul, it will never be able to pass," the sword spirit looked at Ming Jiutian, who was deep in thought, and said.

Baptism, what is baptism? Is ten thousand swords punished? It seems that wanting to pass is not only a matter of strength, but also courage.

After a period of time, as long as Ming Jiutian was injured, he began to break through the bridge, after half a year of grinding, Ming Jiutian was already able to break through half the distance, but it seems that the closer to the altar, the more the number of swords and the greater the power, so the more difficult it is to successfully land.

"You can cover half the distance in half a year, which is already the best among all the people who have come here, and it seems that your physical strength has achieved good results," Sword Spirit commented heartily.

"But the sword momentum in the second half is too fierce, it's hard to resist" It seems that his body forging technique is still not at home, and after honing it for so long, it still can't reach the level of Zhuo Yu.

"The sword intent seems to be tangible, like intangible, and when it is close, it is like a Xuantian Gangzhao; When it is loose, it is like a weak willow supporting the wind; When it is rising, it is like the stars and the moon; When it is fast, it is like a clear stream and rapids; When gentle, it is like a breeze caressing the harp; When you are manic, the earth cracks like the sky collapses, you know? After the sword spirit opened his eyes and said a bunch of words that Ming Jiutian didn't seem to understand, he closed his eyes again.