"How many steps has he walked?" Another middle-aged man appeared next to the old man.
"Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps in the virtual realm, one step in the real realm." The old man's eyes flashed with blazing light, "You can be called a swordsman!"
"One step?" The middle-aged man was shocked when he heard this, "Mr. Fang, have you missed it? In this world, is there anyone who can step up to the sword platform in one step?"
"That's right, there's only one step." The old man nodded in response.
"Swordsman, swordsman! Mr. Fang, can this person be considered a swordsman?" The middle-aged man also raised his head and stared at Long Yu on the sword platform.
"It's difficult to determine the talent of a swordsman. But he must be a swordsman, an almost perfect swordsman!"
…
At this moment, Long Yu on the sword platform could not help but tremble all over, and his breathing became rapid. At this moment, in Long Yu's eyes, there was a sword lying quietly on the stone platform.
"Is this really for me?" Long Yu looked from the tip of the sword to the hilt, going back and forth dozens of times.
The tip of the sword is extremely sharp, and the top is like a needle, as if it can pierce through time;
There is a dragon totem on the sword, if it carries power;
The hilt of the sword is formed like the accumulation and compression of glaciers. It has different layers, as if it can hold the years in one hand.
Long Yu's heartbeat continued to accelerate. His slightly trembling right hand finally grasped the hilt of the sword and lifted it hard...
But the sword in front of him was as motionless as a mountain; the sword in his hand was as cold as a thousand-year glacier.
"Huh?" Long Yu thought it was an illusion for the first moment, but when he lifted the sword for the second time, the same feeling occurred, "I can't lift it! What's going on..."
After several attempts, he couldn't bring it up. When Long Yu looked at the sword again, he realized something strange:
The body of the sword is mainly golden and red, blazing, like the blazing sun in the sky; but the hilt is bone-chillingly cold, and the material must be different.
It may be fine for a short period of time, but over time, cracks will inevitably occur due to the refutation of attributes.
But this sword...
Not only are there no cracks, but they are integrated as if they were made in heaven. Why?
"It is impossible for the sword to be adsorbed on the stone platform. Is there a possibility..."
Long Yu suddenly squatted down and looked through the gap: "That's right!"
As expected by Long Yu, there seemed to be something at the bottom of the sword where the hilt and the sword body met. It penetrated deep into the stone platform and was closely connected with the stone platform.
"This does not affect the main body of the sword. Just apply force to both sides at the same time and tear it off." Long Yu pinched the connecting body with the fingers of his left hand, and held the handle of the sword with his right hand, just lift it!
"Hiss!" Long Yu couldn't help but gasped. This connector was not as ordinary as he had seen, but was extremely sharp. He almost cut off his fingers when he exerted force!
The blood divided into two streams, one sprayed on the bottom of the sword body, and the other flowed into the stone platform.
At this moment, the entire sword seemed to tremble. Long Yu seemed to lift it a few inches, and the connector came out of the stone platform.
"It's useful!" Seeing that there was hope, Long Yu could no longer care about his painful fingers. He grabbed the connector with his left hand and the sword hilt with his right hand. He gritted his teeth and said, "Get up!"
More blood spurted out with this "rise", and with a "boom", the stone platform began to shatter.
The sword rose in response!
When Long Yu looked intently at his hands:
Not one sword, but two!
The right hand is holding the hilt of a sword, and the other hand is holding the blade of another sword!
The left hand was bleeding continuously, but there was no trace of blood on the sword!
The dragon totem on the right sword seemed to be alive, and any fresh blood on it was sucked into its mouth and disappeared;
The left sword was also a dragon totem, and all the blood stained on it was sucked into its mouth and disappeared without a trace.
"Good sword! What a good sword!" When Long Yu saw that the sword was not stained with blood, he immediately understood that this sword was extraordinary. He threw up his left hand and held the hilt of the sword.
The left sword is not very similar to the right sword:
It's just that the hilt of the left sword looks like it was formed by the accumulation and compression of magma.
When holding the hilts of the two swords at the same time, the two dragons began to move around on the swords, bursting out with powerful vitality and vitality!
"This sword belongs to you." Long Yu turned around and found the old man standing behind him.
Lowering his head, the stairs he just walked on have disappeared. This scene shocked Long Yu.
But how could he realize how excited the old man and the others in the dark were as they watched Long Yu take the sword at the same time...
"It's time to give these seeds to him." The old man stroked his beard, and a bottle made of white jade appeared in his hand.
"Give these to him. If he doesn't know how to cherish them, he will waste this opportunity." The middle-aged man nodded.
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"Can this sword be mine?" Long Yu couldn't let go of these two swords.
"It belongs to the young master." The old man saluted Long Yu, "Lan Meng is below, following the order of the first generation sword master, waiting here for the destined person."
When Long Yu saw the old man in front of him who called himself Fang Lanmeng suddenly acting like this, he couldn't help but take a step back.
"Old sir, this sword is enough for me. What does the master have to do with me?"
"Following the order of the first sword master, it can be seen that the one who fights the beast with the sword for ten breaths and holds this sword will be the new sword master and protect this world." Fang Lanmeng said.
"Who was the first sword master? Why did you keep this sword? How could such a good sword be here?" Long Yu asked a series of questions after sorting out his thoughts.
"You are too weak now. You will know when you are strong enough." Fang Lanmeng said, "If I hadn't helped you earlier, you would have been reduced to ashes during the fall."
Long Yu was confused. Fang Lanmeng in front of him seemed to have said everything, but also seemed to have said nothing.
"That means I'm not dead. You can tell me where I am now." Long Yu asked.
"In a space."
"It's so huge, could it be a space magic weapon?"
Fang Lanmeng nodded: "Not bad."
"I am young master? Are you giving this to me too?"
"That's right. But to truly master it, you need to become a god and be able to come out of the fifth stone chamber."
"What does it mean to become a god?" Long Yu was puzzled.
"Qi training, foundation building, golden elixir, Yuanying, and spirit transformation are all realms of practice." Fang Lanmeng was very patient. "During the spirit transformation stage, the Yuanying multiplied, transitioned into the Yuanshen, and the soul was greatly improved. Use the soul to Refining this space.”
Long Yu's eyes showed longing, but he remembered: "What is the fifth stone chamber?"
"One," Fang Lanmeng paused, "a place where all the bodies of the first nine young masters have died and their bodies have disappeared."
"..." Long Yu suddenly felt that Fang Lanmeng's expression was a little scary, "Did you just say that I was the new young master?"
"The tenth and the first nine died there after they transformed into gods," Fang Lanmeng sighed, "They are all dead!"
"You said I am... the new young master?" Long Yu couldn't help but take a step back.
"right."
"Then you mean that I will die too?" Long Yu's hand holding the sword trembled slightly.
Fang Lanmeng naturally noticed this tiny movement: "Aren't you afraid of death? Why are you afraid of death now?"
"I thought I was dead long ago, but now I'm still alive and have a sword. I want to practice swordsmanship and don't want to die," Long Yu said.
"Don't you want to become stronger? In the realm of gods, even the elder who told you to imprison him is only a golden elixir." Fang Lanmeng's understatement pierced Long Yu's heart and instantly made Long Yu fall into memories.
Long Yu froze on the spot, thinking of the daily humiliation of the outer disciples, the contempt of the elders, and the dead master...
After coming back to his senses, Long Yu made a decision in his heart: "By transforming into a god, I will no longer be bullied by these people!"
"Yes, not to mention that this is not a place where you can come and leave whenever you want, young master. Look at your right arm." Fang Lanmeng pointed at Long Yu's right arm.
Long Yu immediately looked at his right arm. Nine blood-red stars, about the size of fingernails, appeared on the skin.
"What's this?!"
"The price you pay for picking up this sword. There is a restriction in this sword, which will be triggered if you recognize the owner." Fang Lanmeng was calm.
"When the young master reaches the stage of becoming a god, he will use force to transfer you into the fifth stone chamber. Even if you are at the end of the world, you can still be sent in."
Long Yu's eyes narrowed: "What's the difference between that and dying in vain?"
"Everything in the world is always balanced. If there is danger, it also becomes beneficial."
"What's the benefit?" Long Yu seemed to have seen the last straw.
"Young master, you must understand that the journey to becoming an immortal is full of dangers at every step. You will inevitably encounter dangers of death when wandering outside. These nine stars will save you nine times and allow you to successfully grow to the stage of becoming a god."
Seeing that Long Yu still had a worried look on his face: "What's more, the several stone chambers in this space are great opportunities that countless immortal cultivators dare not even dream of; and they can at least reach the stage of becoming gods, and..." Fang Lanmeng Look at Long Yu.
"What?"
"After the fifth stone chamber, there are sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth, and ten, which means it is not to kill you. What are you afraid of? Don't forget, outside, you can't even get a sword. Now What else is there to be afraid of?"
When Long Yu heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned and looked at the sword in his hand.
Perhaps it was Fang Lan's dream that inspired Long Yu's fighting spirit, or perhaps it had been too long and no one had been here. Fang Lanmeng spoke a little more: "Looking at the nine people who died, I can only give you one piece of advice."
But Long Yu was still looking at the sword blankly.
"Don't rush to break through every realm. It's better to break through naturally."
But Long Yu, who saw thinking, half-heard these words, and almost died in a subsequent breakthrough...
