Before Lin Jie left, he took a deep look at Jiang Fan.
Zhuo Jianyu walked away with his hands behind his back, like a swordsman.
Lin Jie followed him into the portal and saw the Sword Art Tower in an instant.
The last time he came here, he came here with Xia Zhuo.
Zhuo Jianyu took him flying past again, stepping into the depths of the top layer of clouds and mist.
Appearing again, Lin Jie saw familiar sword tombs in front of him.
Zhuo Jianyu suddenly condensed a sword energy.
This sword energy reached mid-air and suddenly formed a special sword gate.
The moment the two passed through the sword gate, they saw a huge sword furnace in front of them.
In the furnace are spiritual swords.
how many?
There are tens of thousands of spiritual swords, and each one has a sword spirit.
There are low-grade, medium-grade, and high-grade ones, and there is even a more powerful top-grade spiritual sword in the center.
On both sides of the sword furnace are sword tomb spaces, with a stone statue at the entrance.
The stone statues were so lifelike that Lin Jie actually saw Xia Zhuo, and Xia Lie's stone statue was also among them.
Obviously only top swordsman geniuses can enter this place.
For example, he is a sword master, his cultivation level is in the destiny realm, or he is a saint child.
"This is the Sword Academy, Grandmaster Lin, the Mahayana Sword Saint who emerged recently?"
A sword tomb opened in the depths, and a man carrying a sword walked out in vain, and then glanced at Lin Jie from a distance with a condescending look.
Lin Jie looked over.
Deep in the sword tomb, among the countless sword tombs, is an ancient stone staircase that leads to nowhere.
In addition to that man, some more sword tombs were opened, and sword academy geniuses appeared one after another.
When Lin Jie saw these people, they were all in the fate realm.
At this moment, he understood.
Being able to step into this place means that he has finally reached the pinnacle of Canglong Academy.
"I brought you here today to meet your senior brothers. Of course, you are the master, and your understanding of the art of swordsmanship is even greater than that of many of them, but you still have to take a walk. This is etiquette."
As Zhuo Jianyu spoke, he gestured to Lin Jie to walk towards the stone steps.
Lin Jie was not afraid at all.
Arriving at the stone steps, Zhuo Jianyu asked him to go first.
Stepping onto the first level, the sword tombs in the depths are constantly opening, and powerful saint sons of the sword academy appear one after another.
Each of the saints is like an old man who has been in seclusion for countless years. His eyes are deep, empty, or extremely sharp.
"Be careful."
When Lin Jie reached the height of the first man along the stone steps, the man spoke.
He suddenly pulled out his sword and said proudly: "Master Lin, the old rules are, one sword per person, no matter whether you can catch it or not, we must use this sword."
Lin Jie understood.
What rules?
Rules are yoke customized for the weak.
The strong can overcome and ignore.
He smiled at the man and said, "No need to be polite."
Suddenly laughter came from behind: "He is indeed a ruthless swordsman."
The man's vitality instantly surged out.
His true energy contains countless flame symbols, which are then fused with the high-grade spiritual sword in his hand.
The Spiritual Sword was originally black, but when it was infused with flame symbols, red sword patterns emerged one after another, as if the sword was forged like a fiery snake.
"My sword is made from an emperor-level fire-horned snake king, so my sword represents fire and violence."
The man looked at the sword proudly and suddenly took a step forward.
This step also suddenly appeared in front of Lin Jie.
When people arrive, the sword arrives.
Lin Jie turned his hand and sucked it, holding the sword of life and death in his hand.
I saw that his sword also erupted with countless flames of true energy, carrying an even more evil aura, and the space was distorted with one strike.
clang!
Before the stairs, the sword energy was flowing between the two people, like two terrifying fire monsters biting and fighting each other.
Sudden!
The man suddenly put away his sword and looked at Lin Jie with a stunned look: "There are no shortcomings in speed, reaction, strength, and sword skills."
"You're welcome."
Lin Jie continued to walk upward.
"What a ruthless swordsman."
At this moment, the eyes of the saints above them became fierce.
"In the Emperor's Realm, he was able to catch the Holy Son's sword. This is not only a sword skill, but also a symbol of his state of mind, will, and soul power."
There was another man, looking at Lin Jie approaching.
It was natural for this man to draw his sword in an instant, but the speed of the sword was beyond a breath of ten thousand miles.
quick!
This kind of speed is like a sword wind that splits the space.
Lin Jie bared his teeth and wielded the sword with all his strength. The sword of life and death attacked him with the force of Mount Tai.
After one blow, Lin Jie was knocked back half a step.
The opponent's sword also stopped suddenly, only one foot in front of Lin Jie.
The man put away his sword and nodded: "Even though I didn't use my full strength, but you were able to catch it, it already shows that you are extraordinary. You are worthy of a ruthless swordsman, a monster that can even be tortured by a second-grade grandmaster."
Lin Jie's face was pale.
He smiled bitterly, feeling exhausted, and continued walking.
This sword is too strong.
Lin Jie can take it on because his soul is as stable as a mountain, and his body and energy are no match for him.
When Lin Jie walked away, the man put away his sword: "The highest record for a newcomer is that he can catch nine swords. I don't know how many swords you can catch."
Nine swords?
A newcomer wants to fight against the geniuses of the Nine Saint Sons?
Lin Jie had not taken a few steps when another man drew his sword: "I am the third person, I hope you can catch it."
This man's skin was bronze, and he grabbed the sword and transformed it into an extremely dazzling form from the palm of his hand.
The sword is actually a thin sword, as thin as a wicker and as thin as a cicada's wing.
He said: "Your sword is an epee. I will suffer a loss against me. No one in our sword academy has ever used an epee. You are the first person, but your speed is surprisingly fast. You are obviously right."
This sword is also tempered thousands of times.
However, this place is the holy land for sword cultivators like us, and there is no room for any scum. I have to strike out with all my strength. If you can catch it, stay. If you can't catch it, get out."
Lin Jie smiled at this person: "Jian, I am not weak to any of you."
"Haha! Crazy!"
The man suddenly smiled and took action suddenly.
His sword thrust out like a spear, and combined with the speed of the Holy Son, the sword was so fast that it was impossible to see clearly or react.
puff!
Lin Jie actually had no time to draw his sword.
His left shoulder was slightly pierced by the opponent's thin sword.
But the man was also extremely shocked.
Because Lin Jie's left hand actually grabbed his wrist.
This is enough to show that although his sword is fast, Lin Jie is only slightly slower and successfully defuses the sword.
The man sneered, drew his sword, and turned away.
Lin Jie looked at the slightly bleeding wound and continued walking.
As for the next Holy Son, he was not polite, but luckily he was neutralized by Lin Jie.
"I'm the tenth."
On the stone steps, there are a few drops of blood on each step.
A man smiled.
"Eighteen people, you are awesome and a ruthless swordsman."
Soon, another man turned around.
"How many levels can he reach in the end?"
The saints below all held their swords and looked up.
Tick!
Tick!
Lin Jie's whole body was blood red, with more than a dozen sword marks, which were shocking and the blood flowed endlessly.
"boom!"
Another sword attack came, and he resisted with his sword in embarrassment, but was shocked to the point where his blood spurted out and he was about to fall down.
The opponent was a man, with a sword pressed between his eyebrows.
He really couldn't counterattack this sword.
The man put away his sword and looked down proudly: "You can actually reach the ninety-ninth level, but it's a pity that you are too weak and not qualified to step into the higher sword tomb to practice. Get out."
"Next time, I'm going to beat you all down one by one."
Lin Jie endured his anger and took a pill, when Zhuo Jianyu came over.