In an instant, the sword energy in the sky broke and disappeared intovisible.

"boom……"

Finally, a deafening explosion sounded, and the void was shattered directly.

Seeing this, Zi Chenru suddenly felt his heart and gallbladder split. In desperation, he quickly poured his true energy into the emerald green long sword. The giant sword also surged in the storm and headed towards Chu Jingzhe's sword.

However, the moment the long sword in his hand touched Chu Jingzhe's sword, the sword energy on the sword disintegrated in the blink of an eye, and then the entire sword collapsed.

"bite……"

With a whine, the green long sword broke into two pieces.

The astonishing sword energy immediately slashed down. Zi Chenru only felt that Chu Jingzhe's sword actually appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness. Moreover, with the sword slashed down, the giant sword in his sea of ​​consciousness also slashed down, cutting his sea of ​​consciousness in half.

"puff……"

He slashed down with one sword and directly split Zi Chenru's body in half.

Even his corpse was shattered by sword energy and turned into blood mist.

The sword energy slowly dissipated, and the entire Lingxiao Peak was silent, as if time had been frozen.

Everyone held their breath and looked at the handsome man with an unparalleled sharp edge on his head.

Before, everyone's expectations for this battle were different, but even if Chu Jingzhe could win, he would inevitably go through a hard battle.

After all, Zi Chenru's strength is far above Zi Yang and others who were killed by Chu Jingzhe last time. At that time, how fierce the battle between Chu Jingzhe and Zi Yang was. Even if he has gained something in the sword tomb recently, how much can he improve in just three months?

In fact, over the years, any monk who enters the sword tomb will gain more or less, but this gain will not greatly improve them in a short period of time, but will be reflected in the long-term road ahead like a trickle.

Of course, the premise is that they don’t know what Chu Jingzhe has experienced in the sword tomb, otherwise they wouldn’t have thought so.

Chu Jingzhe killed Zi Chenru with a sword, leaving the corpse of the sword boy beside the big man in Zixiao Holy Land without any remaining. Not only did the Zixiao Palace and the group of people were heartbroken and had a blue face, but it also made everyone in Wanjian Pavilion dumbfounded and terrified to death.

Even Ding Nan Jian was deeply shocked by the power of Chu Jingzhe's sword.

He had to admit that even if he was in his realm, he was not as good as him.

Perhaps, many people now think that it was Chu Jingzhe's luck to pass the position of the Holy Son to him, but he believed that it would not take long before these people would understand that it was the luck of the entire Wanjian Pavilion.

The sword energy disappeared, Chu Jingzhe stretched out his hand and the Xingyue Sword returned to his hand. He was about to turn around and leave.

However, a cold murderous intent came from behind, followed by an angry shout.

"Chu Jingzhe, you are so brave. You dare to kill that young adult sword boy. You are simply ruthless!"

The person who talks is Ziyang Chao.

However, Chu Jingzhe responded to him with a faint sneer: "My sword will continue to be left to the young master in your mouth!"

After saying that, he ignored the others and turned around and left.

Ding Nanjian faced Zi Yangchao and others and asked, "Do you still want to stay? Then I, Wanjian Pavilion, have a good hospitality!"

"Hmph! Don't be proud, you can't wait long. The Zixiao Holy Land will rule the world, and then it will be your death!"

Zi Yangchao said with gritted teeth, gritting his teeth.

"Then do you believe it or not, I will let today become your death date?" Ding Nanjian asked coldly with a look of stern expression.

"you……"

Faced with the terrifying existence of Ding Nanjian, Zi Yangchao could only swallow the second half of the sentence back.

You know, not long ago, he killed several peak saints with one sword. It is estimated that he is probably invincible under the Heavenly Lord.

The angry Zi Yang Chao left with his group. When he came, the arrogant he was, the embarrassing he was at this time.

In the next few days, Chu Jingzhe lived in the place where he lived before, which was a Zifeng next to Lingxiao Peak. The environment here is elegant, and you can see all the 108 sword peaks without any disturbance. It is an excellent place for practicing swords.

On this day, Ding Nanjian arrived again, and Chu Jingzhe stood up to greet him.

Ding Nanjian smiled and asked, "Is it still comfortable to live here?"

Chu Jingzhe smiled, "I don't care so much about it, it's the same wherever I live!"

Ding Nanjian's eyes first stayed on the Xingyue Sword beside Chu Jingzhe for a moment. He had seen this most legendary peerless magic sword at the top of the sword tomb.

However, at that time, the Star Fallen Sword had only a sword body, and the sword soul had been gone for many years.

This time, I finally saw Wuque's Star Fallen Sword.

"From the future, you will be half of the master of Wanjian Pavilion. If you are not used to it, you have to try to get used to it!" Ding Nanjian withdrew his gaze and smiled faintly.

Then, the two came to the cliff on the top again and took a walk along the plank road. The difference was that the last time they were walking here was in the morning, but now it was dusk.

Also, the last time Chu Jingzhe was just a disciple of the back mountain, but this time, he had another identity, the Holy Son of Wanjian Pavilion.

"I think you must have many questions to ask me, right?" Finally, Ding Nanjian spoke slowly and asked.

Chu Jingzhe nodded unanimously. He did have many doubts, such as why Wanjiange chose himself as their holy son.

"On the mainland, many forces have the position of Holy Son, and most of them will choose some outstanding monsters to serve as Holy Son. Basically, Holy Son is the synonym for future successors, and I, Wanjian Pavilion, is no exception!"

Hearing this, Chu Jingzhe's expression changed slightly. Could it be that he would still take over the Wanjian Pavilion in the future?

However, it is too early to think about this now. After all, Ding Nanjian is still in his battle year, and he still has a lot of room for improvement. Even if it is true as he said, it will happen several years later.

Immediately afterwards, Ding Nanjian continued to speak, "But, the Holy Son of Wanjian Pavilion, in addition to this, also shoulders a special mission!"

"Special mission?" Chu Jingzhe was puzzled.

Ding Nanjian nodded and said, "Yes! But what is the specific mission? No one knows what it is before the answer is solved!"

Chu Jingzhe was silent. He was not regretting being this saint son, nor was he afraid of taking on the so-called mission and responsibility, but felt that he had agreed to this, which was a bit hasty!

Chu Jingzhe sighed lightly and excluded these thoughts. He had already agreed anyway. He couldn't take off the purple gold crown and regret it, right?

"Senior knowing that the demon seeds in my body are named the saint son. Are you not afraid that I will die under the demon seeds?"

Logically speaking, Chu Jingzhe should have changed his words to call Ding Nanjian the head sect, but Ding Nanjian didn't care about these details either.

He smiled and said, "True Man Daozang used his lifelong cultivation to gain a glimmer of hope for you. What else can I worry about?"
Chapter completed!