On Wushan, I don't know how long it took, everyone seemed to wake up from that thrilling scene, looking at the vast land where the mountains were destroyed beyond recognition, and at the same time breathed a sigh of relief, but almost at the same time, the atmosphere between them had quietly changed, and there was silence in all directions.

Bing Lianxing's gaze swept over the tired faces of this group of junior disciples, and she couldn't help but sigh deeply in her heart, the Witch Emperor retreated with heavy injuries, and she also knew that she couldn't let the tiger return to the mountain no matter what, but the 100,000 mountain veins and spiritual energy had been destroyed, and without the shackles of the thaumaturgy that opened the heavens and painted the earth, the Witch Emperor wanted to leave, don't say it's them, that is, the entire Xuanmen righteous path gathered here, who in the world can leave him?

In this world, how many people are as high as Yan Jingchen who are high enough to look down on the world?

She shook her head, looked at the silent Ice Spirit Dragon Emperor Sword in her hand, smiled bitterly, suddenly thought of something, the pupils in her eyes contracted slightly, and looked at the ancient and unremarkable sword that was inserted inverted at Lin Chen's feet, and everyone seemed to notice her abnormality, and for a while, all attention was instantly condensed on the ancient sword in front of Lin Chen, which was inserted upside down on the ice jade on the body of the boat.

This sword that pierced the chest of the Witch Emperor still looked so ordinary and inconspicuous, but at this moment, it hung there quietly, the hilt of the sword was held by Lin Chen's right hand, flowing with a faint glow, invisibly revealing a cold and murderous aura, although silent but not inferior, looking at the people around it, so that the people around it could not breathe smoothly.

Really looked carefully, Bing Lianxing's expression was stunned at first, and then an extremely bright light seemed to flash in her eyes, and she also frowned slightly, and then, she subconsciously glanced at the Shushan girl, looking at Huang Bingli's expression, this girl who was so anxious and tight before, was pale at the moment, clenched the sword in her hand tightly, and her hand was too hard and a light blue appeared, as if she was struggling to suppress something, quietly, she opened a distance from Lin Chen, and retreated to the back of the crowd, but the tenderness in her eyes has not changed by half a point。

"Could it be that ......" Bing Lianxing's face changed slightly, and he suddenly remembered what the amazing bewitching woman said before, gasped, and said a few words in a low voice with shock, "Nine Mysterious Brakes......"

No wonder even the aura of the Ice Spirit Dragon Emperor Sword was shocked several times, if Lin Chen's sword was really the legendary supreme evil thing, the strange injuries on Lin Chen's body, the restlessness of the Phoenix Ice Glass Nine Heavens Divine Soldier, could withstand the magic weapon of Yan Shock's supreme sword intent...... It all makes sense.

"Master, what are you talking about?" Bing Ling'er beside her turned her head to look at Master and asked strangely.

Bing Lianxing shook his head, glanced at Lin Chen deeply, sighed, and stopped talking.

After this war, there was a rare calm, everyone was a little dazed for a while, and their faces couldn't help but appear a little depressed, Emperor Wu's departure, although this catastrophe may also come to an end here, but what brought them was greater worry, who knows what will happen in the future?

Just when he was a little confused and silent, he suddenly saw Lin Chen's body move, as if he was powerless to fall, but soon, he slowly regained his footing.

Yan Ruoxue looked at Lin Chen and said softly, "Senior brother, let's take a good rest." ”

Everyone nodded yes, but they saw Lin Chen shook his head, gritted his teeth and pointed at him, ignoring the injury, a wisp of vitality surged out, and the quiet ancient sword on the ground suddenly shook, turning into a ray of light at his feet, with his weak body, falling gently.

Everyone exclaimed, but suddenly there was a pause and silence.

Yan Ruoxue and Ming Xiaoqian glanced at each other, nodded, and flew away with the magic weapon.

Lin Chen fell to the ground, his face was already pale and terrifying, but he held the long sword, and walked step by step towards the ethereal figure standing quietly in front of the broken cliffs and remnants of the mountain, the ancient sword in his hand flowed, shining his haggard face, and he quietly walked behind the figure.

Stand still, gaze deeply, and be silent for a long time.

Yan Ruoxue and Ming Xiaoqian collected the fairy sword and floated behind.

"Daddy......" Ming Xiaoqian called in a low voice, and was about to step forward, when she suddenly felt movement behind her, and turned her head to look, but it was Yan Ruoxue who gently pulled her sleeve, she was stunned for a moment, but saw her sister shaking her head at her, and the soft light flashed in her eyes.

The breeze blew, there was an afterimage dancing in the morning light, and in the lonely and cold wind, Ming Xiaoqian bit her lip, wanted to speak and stopped, and finally leaned quietly beside her sister, and Yan Ruoxue silently looked at the master and apprentice.

At this time, the colorful exquisite boat also slowly descended, and everyone fell one after another, seeing this scene, they also stood silently on the side, and no one spoke.

In the silence, Yan Jingchen's body seemed to move, and suddenly, the wind disappeared, the rain dispersed, and the morning light was faint, with a faint warmth that had not been seen for a long time.

Then, in the astonished gaze of everyone, the faint divine light flowing on the body of the Forgotten Dust Sword that Yan Jingchen was standing on his right hand faded little by little, revealing a true face that the world had never seen before.

Almost all of them couldn't help but be stunned, their eyes were stunned, and their eyes suddenly widened.

What appeared in front of them was an extremely ordinary iron sword, so ordinary that it could be seen everywhere even in the earthly world.

No one expected that the first person in Shushan, the world's generation of sword god Yan Jingchen, the dust-forgetting sword in his hand was not a treasure of the immortal family, but a long sword made of ordinary mortal iron, not even an ordinary magic weapon!

As the last bit of light of the Forgotten Dust Sword faded, Yan Jingchen slowly opened his eyes, silently looking at the sword that had accompanied him through countless ups and downs, revealing a faint smile, and slowly letting go of his hand.

In the silver-white glimmer of frost and snow, in the stunned eyes of everyone, but seeing the sword of forgetting the dust cracked gently, like breaking ice and cutting snow, the clear sound echoed, in front of Yan Jingchen, like sand and gravel weathered into powder, little by little turned into smoke and dust that was almost difficult to see with the naked eye, staying in the wind, if there was a spirit like flying around the figure of such a man a few times, the wind cried softly, like a pour, and finally still with a deep attachment, with the wind away, dissipated in the vast world.

And Yan Jingchen's ears and temples, somehow, slowly showed a trace of wind and dust, long hair on his temples, faint frost white, gently fluttering in the wind, in just a moment, how many years of life have been dyed white.

Ming Xiaoqian's face turned slightly pale, she grabbed Yan Ruoxue's arm tightly, and even her breathing became trembling, Yan Ruoxue also looked at her father in a daze, this man who had always been as tall as a majestic mountain in her eyes, showed the vicissitudes of life in front of people for the first time in his life, but it was also more true and kind than ever.

Lin Chen looked at Yan Jingchen's back, his lips moved slightly, and suddenly there were tears in his eyes, and in a trance, the scene of the master handing over the sword to himself in the artistic conception of the sword mound seemed to appear in front of him again.

The expression on his face changed, as if he was excited, and with a little indescribable sadness, and finally a thousand words were pressed into his heart, and he couldn't help but bow his head, and only called quietly: "Master......"

Yan Jingchen silently watched the direction of the wind, and slowly turned around after a while, with a faint smile on his face, his expression was indescribably free and easy, his eyes looked at the apprentice in front of him meaningfully, and said with a smile: "Idiot, you are willing to give up, you have to give up to get it, why do you have to mind." ”

"But ......," Lin Chen said in a trembling voice.

"Some people, who have lived all their lives, think they can see through, but they don't understand anything, and they have nothing after all, but some people live for so many days, but because they have something in their hearts that they can't give up, they give up everything, but they understand everything. ”

Lin Chen's heart trembled, and he raised his head suddenly, the master at this moment, without the dazzling and terrifying sword intent of the world, looked no different from ordinary people up and down, but revealed a different temperament, especially a pair of eyes that were bottomless, plain and quiet, and the morning sun fell on his body sporadically.

At this moment, the temples were slightly frosty, and the white-clothed Yan Jingchen was like a white lotus, isolated in the mountains.

It was an extremely indescribable feeling, even the people not far away clearly felt that Yan Jingchen seemed to have something more than before, but they couldn't say what it was.

Lin Chen stood quietly in the mountain wind that gently blew through the corner of his clothes, silent, the expression on his face gradually calmed down, and after a while, he took a breath, didn't say anything, only slowly knelt down, kowtowed three times, and bowed deeply to this man three times again.

This is the graduation ceremony, and everyone is slightly moved.

Yan Ruoxue and Ming Xiaoqian glanced at each other, couldn't help but walked up, walked in front of her father, before she could speak, her eyes were hazy with tears, seeing her father's suddenly slightly white sideburns, Ming Xiaoqian couldn't help but have a sour nose, and tears fell.

Yan Jingchen looked at his daughter, his eyes became extremely soft in an instant, he gently stretched out his hand, stroked Ming Xiaoqian's hair, and nodded to Yan Ruoxue, who was standing quietly on the side.

Then his eyes fell to the sky, his eyes rippled slightly, and he smiled: "You're late." ”

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, Yan Jingchen smiled and didn't say anything, just glanced at the distance quietly, and then put his hands behind his back, his robe was lightly flicked, and he was already in the distance with just one step, slowly disappearing into the quiet mountain morning mist.

"Daddy......" Ming Xiaoqian couldn't help but scream, but in the blink of an eye, Yan Jingchen was far away.

Just when everyone was a little dazed, a figure suddenly appeared in the air, silently looking at the direction of Yan Jingchen's departure, everyone was shocked, but Kunlun Murong Longyou and a few people were surprised and happy, and couldn't help but shout out, the person who came was Luo Tianyi.

It's just that Murong Longyou and the others' faces suddenly changed, and they looked at this master with some astonishment, Luo Tianyi's face seemed to be a little pale, and there were also a few bloodstains on the clothes on his body, which looked like he was injured.

"Master!" Murong Longyou exclaimed, and everyone's faces also changed greatly, this Kunlun Qionghua Palace Master, but he is a person with the same name as Yan Jingchen, who else in this world can hurt him?

Luo Tianyi didn't hear it at all, he stared at the figure that had long been gone from afar, and the look on his face didn't know whether it was sad or happy.

After a long time, he sighed slightly in his heart, and finally a trace of loss finally appeared on his face, muttering to himself-

"Even if you are still in the Tao, but since you have put down the sword in your hand, it means that you will no longer pick it up, maybe this heaven and earth can no longer accommodate your sword. ”

"You are free and easy, sure enough, this is you, Yan Jingchen, in this regard, I have always been inferior to you. ”

"Just ......"

He silently raised his head and looked at the faint light of the sky above his head.

"In this world, will there be people like you and such swords in the future......"