The Infinity Sword's trial was very simple. It was to climb a mountain.
However, it was not an ordinary mountain, but a sword mountain made entirely of swords.
The naked Zhuo Bufan had to climb up with his own mortal body.
"Every sword under your feet has been crawled over by Nie Fei. If he can climb up, can you? "
"Before Nie Fei met me, he was just a small fisherman, a mortal."
"After his parents were killed, he accepted my trial in order to take revenge."
"I didn't expect him to succeed."
"But in the past two hundred thousand years, I have never seen a second Nie Fei. No one else has climbed up except him. "
"Now I know that Nie Fei is not a piece of trash. He is countless times better than you so-called geniuses."
The Infinity Sword kept mentioning Nie Fei. Its feelings for its former master were obviously very deep.
However, its words angered Zhuo Bufan.
"Nie Fei, Nie Fei, Nie Fei!"
"When I climb up, I will shut you up. I will let you know that I am your master."
Zhuo Bufan growled.
He could not stand the Infinity Sword mentioning Nie Fei repeatedly.
What Zhuo Bufan hated the most was to compare him with others.
Everyone was different, and there was no comparison.
Anyone had abilities that could not be compared to others.
Even beggars had things that emperors could not compare to.
Therefore, Zhuo Bufan did not want the Infinity Sword to treat him as a second Zhuo Bufan. He was Zhuo Bufan, not someone with the surname Nie.
Zhuo Bufan's angry roar stunned the Infinity Sword.
Only then did the Infinity Sword realize that it had not forgotten that man.
However, it decided to forget him now.
"Then climb up. As long as you can climb up, I will recognize you as my master. From now on, I will never mention that Nie guy again."
Nie Fei was the Infinity Sword's first master, so the Infinity Sword's personality was more or less influenced by Nie Fei.
If it had to be described, the Infinity Sword was a man of steel with iron bones and tenderness.
"Then, just you wait!"
Zhuo Bufan let out a low growl again, and then climbed up with all his might.
Even if it was riddled with holes, even if it was tens of thousands of swords.
His body was covered in blood, and there were countless wounds.
Zhuo Bufan did not snort again.
"Almost there!"
Zhuo Bufan could already see the top of the mountain. With less than a hundred meters left, he would be able to climb to the top.
However, the path beneath his feet was gone.
All that was left was the sharp tip of the sword. Not to mention stepping on it, there wasn't even a place for him to place his hand.
He could only use his hand to grab the sword protruding from the steep sword wall. The sword cut his palm, and blood began to seep out.
He didn't make a sound and continued to climb quickly.
"I'm about to succeed."
There were only a few meters left.
But at this moment, a cliff blocked Zhuo Bufan's path.
The final precipice was shaped like an umbrella.
If Zhuo Bufan wanted to climb up, he would have to dangle from the bottom of the umbrella-shaped cliff to the edge before he could completely climb up.
"I can only give it a try!"
Zhuo Bufan came to the bottom of the umbrella-shaped cliff. Then, he struggled and grabbed one of the protruding swords with both hands.
"Ugh!"
Zhuo Bufan's whole body was hanging on the sword.
His body was directly suspended in the air.
Then, he began to dangle his body like a monkey and swung to the edge of the cliff.
His hand had long been soaked in blood. He was hanging on the sword blade by his bones.
When he was halfway up, he looked down and saw that there were countless swords more than three hundred meters below, showing their sharpness.
If he fell, Zhuo Bufan would definitely die.
"I won't die. I'll definitely pass the trial."
At this moment, fear had overcome the pain.
Zhuo Bufan swung to the edge in a spurt of energy and was about to climb over the cliff.
However, right at that moment, the sharp sword in his hand suddenly broke.
Crack!
Accompanied by a crisp breaking sound, Zhuo Bufan's eyes were dull.
In the next second, his whole body fell directly from the sword cliff and was then pierced by thousands of swords …
…
Dong!
When he opened his eyes again, Zhuo Bufan saw three familiar doors in front of him.
"Hehe, I'm finally back."
Zhuo Bufan had not returned to the save space for a long time.
As Zhuo Bufan's cultivation increased, his strength also became stronger.
Now, he would not die so easily.
Therefore, Zhuo Bufan had not returned here for several years.
This time, in order to pass the trial, he had to take the risk.
However, he was unlucky. At the last moment, he died on the sword mountain.
"Fortunately, I saved the file!"
Zhuo Bufan knew that there would be an accident in this trial, but he did not expect that he had calculated it so accurately.
"Do I have to go through that pain again?"
Zhuo Bufan loaded the file, which meant that he had to go through the pain of a mountain of swords again.
However, at this point, Zhuo Bufan had no other choice.
Then, Zhuo Bufan got up and went to the first door that loaded files.
He reached out to touch the wall and found that the Sand of Time was still falling from the door.
"If it keeps falling like this, it won't be long before these three doors collapse."
Zhuo Bufan could feel that the door had begun to collapse.
As his cultivation increased, the energy consumed every time he loaded the file would be greater.
The door was made of the White Sand of Time. Once the White Sand of Time was exhausted, the door could no longer load the file.
Therefore, Zhuo Bufan urgently needed to dig out more White Sand of Time!
"Next time, the next time I come here, I must bring more White Sand of Time."
After Zhuo Bufan finished speaking, he opened the door and began to load the file, returning to the time before the trial.
"Again!"
Although the process of the trial was very painful, Zhuo Bufan didn't want to give up so easily.
He once again participated in the trial, and once again experienced that kind of pain.
This time, Zhuo Bufan's willpower was clearly stronger.
Facing the wounds one after another, Zhuo Bufan didn't even make a sound.
"Kid, if you can come up, from now on, you will be my master."
"I will completely forget the surname Nie!"
The Infinity Sword encouraged Zhuo Bufan again and again.
Compared to provoking Zhuo Bufan, encouragement was more effective to him.
This time, Zhuo Bufan didn't say a word. At the last moment, he dodged the broken sword that wanted to kill him and flipped over the cliff.
When he appeared at the top of the mountain dripping with blood and covered in wounds, the Infinity Sword was convinced.
Zhuo Bufan grabbed the Infinity Sword and pulled it out of the sword mountain.
In an instant, the entire sword mountain began to collapse, and the entire space began to collapse.
The power that Zhuo Bufan lost began to recover bit by bit.
"From now on, I am your master."
Zhuo Bufan raised the Infinity Sword high and couldn't help but shout.
Immediately after, he began to form a contract with the Infinity Sword's sword soul. A contract seal was branded in the depths of his divine soul.
In the end, Zhuo Bufan slowly descended from the sky.
In his hand, he held the ink-black sword tightly.
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