In the pavilion, the Wuji Banquet on the Sword finally fought, and the extreme power collided, and the whole world collapsed. Wherever the aftermath came, everything turned into nothingness.

Outside the battle, the Lords were affected and stood up and retreated in a hurry, in an extremely embarrassed manner.

On the main seat, Mei Wuhen, who was protecting Jiange, Jing Wuxia and the other two had most of the remaining power, and were so powerful that they couldn't help but burst into blood.

Little blood dripped, the veil dyed red, Jing Wuxia ignored her injuries, looked at the battle ahead, her eyes full of worry.

"it's over"

Mei Wuhen spoke and said calmly.

During the battle, the aftermath dispersed and two figures appeared. Suddenly, a muffled groan sounded, and blood mist gushed above Shui Wuyue's heart mouth, and the sword energy burst out, bringing out a waterfall of dazzling blood.

The sword stopped and did not move forward any further. Ning Chen looked at the woman in front of him, with a little light flashing in his eyes and said, "Why?"

"No, I lost."

Shui Wuyue took a step back and barely stabilized her body, and said with a weak look.

Unexpected result, outside the battle, the strong men on the sword were shocked. No one expected that the ninth son of the Mo Sect would really win this game.

"Second Sister"

On the left side of the main seat, Jing Wuxia's figure flashed and came to the battle situation, holding the seriously injured Shui Wuyue.

"Help me back," Shui Wuyue said tiredly.

"Um"

Jing Wuxia responded lightly, looked at the figure on the main seat, and said, "Big sister, little sister will take the second sister back to rest first."

"Go"

Mei Wuhen said lightly.

Jing Wuxia moved back to her gaze, looked at the young man in red in front of her, and said softly, "Mr. Ning, congratulations."

After saying that, Jing Wuxia didn't say anything more, and carefully helped the people around her walk towards the back of the hall.

The two left, and in the hall, everyone's attention returned, waiting for the result to be announced.

On the main seat, Mei Wuhen's eyes swept over the red figure below, and a smile appeared on her graceful and beautiful face, saying, "Mr. Ning, congratulations on becoming the chief of this sword Wuji Banquet"

After a final say, Lin Yuzhen breathed a light sigh during the meal, and finally, he did it.

In the Shuiyue Palace, Jingwuxia held Shuiwuyue back, and the face covered by the light gauze was so sad that she could not hide her worries. Be careful to help the latter to sit down by the bed.

"Second sister, do you really can't catch the last sword?" Jing Wuxia asked softly.

"Why is this question?"

Shui Wuyue slowly opened her eyes and said.

Jing Wuxia was silent for a moment and said softly, "No, it's just intuition."

Shui Wuyue closed her eyes again and said lightly, "Don't think too much, the ninth son of the Mo Sect is no longer inferior to Yu Wu, and he still has some reservations in the end. If he takes all his strength, I don't know how far he can reach. However, in the last move just now, he has indeed surpassed me."

Jing Wuxia nodded slightly. Although the second sister denied it, she felt that the second sister still held back at the end.

Apart from his cultivation level, his second sister has even surpassed his elder sister in terms of his achievements in swordsmanship and is the most outstanding swordsman genius in Jiange in thousands of years.

"Little sister, Feng Ming Jianwu is no longer able to fight for it. This matter may be handed over to you," Shui Wuyue reminded.

Jing Wuxia was stunned, and a look of struggle appeared in her eyes.

"Second sister is tired, you go back first. The banquet has not ended yet, you can't leave for too long," Shui Wuyue said calmly.

"Well, then second sister, please have a good rest."

Jing Wuxia nodded, said softly, then got up and walked out of the Shuiyue Palace.

The results of the sword contest in the pavilion and in the main hall were decided. The new Wuji Banquet chief appeared, and everyone stood up to congratulate him.

On the main seat, Mei Wuhen walked off the platform with a smile on her face. Her elegant and luxurious temperament made people look at each other frequently.

"Mr. Ning, as agreed, Wu Jiange will do something for the chief of the Wuji Banquet on the Sword. As long as you can, you will never refuse," Mei Wuhen said softly.

When Ning Chen heard this, he waved his right hand and the phoenix fire lingered out. In the flames, two broken divine weapons appeared, and extremely powerful sword intent filled the crowd, shocking everyone present.

Seeing the two swords in front of the former, Mei Wuhen's eyes narrowed slightly, and his strong sword intent was not weaker than the Taishi sword in his hand.

"Master of the Pavilion, I want to ask Jiange to help repair these two swords. I wonder if it is feasible?" Ning Chen said seriously.

At this time, behind the hall, Jing Wuxia walked over, stood quietly beside him, without saying a word, waiting for the elder sister to make a decision.

"Can"

After watching for a while, Mei Wuhen nodded and responded.

“Thank you”

Ning Chen breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and said politely.

“What should be done”

Mei Wuhen said, looked at the woman beside her and said, "Three sisters, send these two swords from Mr. Ning to the sword tower later."

"yes"

Jing Wuxia nodded and responded.

After the explanation, Mei Wuhen looked at the powerful swords present and smiled, "I know that everyone here is a person who cherishes swords and loves swords. Tomorrow morning, the waiter will take you to the sword tower. There are magical weapons and weapons collected by Wu Jian Pavilion for many years. You can choose one at will to take it away. It is considered a part of Wu Jian Pavilion's wish."

During the meal, everyone heard this and looked at each other, showing a strange look. The soldiers in Jiange were all extraordinary, and each one was priceless.

"Thank you, Master"

Everyone stood up, bowed together, and thanked him.

"Young Master Ning"

On the side, Jing Wuxia walked forward and said softly.

Ning Chen nodded, sent out the Star Soul and the Sword of Nature, and handed it to the woman in front of him.

Jing Wuxia took two broken magic weapons, thought for a while, and said, "Young Master Ning, it takes a lot of time to repair these two swords, so please don't be anxious."

"Um"

Ning Chen nodded and replied, "Please trouble the three Pavilion Masters."

Jing Wuxia smiled gently, without saying anything, and walked towards the sword tower with two divine weapons.

During the meal, the strong men on the swords in various domains also began to withdraw one after another. They witnessed several peak battles in one day, and their hearts were unsatisfied for a long time.

Ning Chen, Mu Changge, Lin Yuzhen and others then left. In front of the pavilion, Mu Changge stopped, looked at the young man beside him, and said, "Ning Chen, what's going on here? Where are you going?"

Ning Chen was silent for a moment, shook his head and said, "I don't know yet, now, I just want to enter the fairyland as soon as possible. There is nothing else to think about it."

Mu Changge nodded and said, "It's your words, I believe you can do it. There will be a date in the future. I hope there will be a day to meet again in the future."

Ning Chen came back to his senses and said in surprise, "Senior Sword Master won't wait until he's going to the sword tower tomorrow before leaving?"

"No"

Mu Changge shook his head and said, "Everyone's way is different. For me, having a sword is enough. Listening to the sky is my sword, and it is also my way."

Ning Chen fixed his steps and bowed respectfully, saying, "The love of the senior who taught the sword is remembered by the younger generation. This kind of kindness is unforgettable."

Mu Changge looked out of Jian Pavilion and said, "You have understood Jian Eleven, which shows that your understanding is far beyond ordinary people. However, Jian Twelve and Jian Eleven are completely different. They care about it, but only by thoroughly integrating the previous eleven moves can you understand this move. I can only help you with these, and the rest can only depend on you."

After saying that, Mu Changge did not stay any longer and walked out of Jiange.

In front of the hall, Ning Chen looked at the back of the former gradually fading away, and a feeling flashed in his heart. After a moment, he looked at the people around him and said, "Your Highness, let's go back."

Lin Yuzhen nodded and walked towards the distant courtyard together.

The sword tower, wearing a white dress, came to the flawless face. In the center, the fire waves surged, and on the sword casting platform cast by the power of earth fire, the terrifying temperature brought about one heat wave after another, making people afraid to get close.

Jing Wuxia walked forward, waved her slender hand, and two broken magic weapons flew up and slowly sank into the flames.

"San Sister, you seem to be very concerned about this matter."

At this moment, Mei Wuhen, wearing a dark red dress, walked up behind him, looked at the woman in front of the sword-casting platform, and spoke.

Jing Wuxia came back to her senses, was shocked, restrained her mind, shook her head and said, "Sister is joking. After the incident on the ancient battlefield, Mr. Ning's name has already spread all over the world, and my younger sister has heard of it, so she is just a little more curious."

"is that so?"

Mei Wuhen smiled slightly and said, "It seems that my elder sister is really thinking too much. Originally, my elder sister wanted to match you and this Young Master Ning. This person can win the chief of Wuji Banquet on the Sword, and he is barely worthy of the three most beautiful lords of Wujian Pavilion."

Jing Wuxia's body shook and immediately shook her head, "Sister, my little sister's heart only belongs to Jiange, there is no other thoughts, so don't think too much."

Mei Wuhen nodded and smiled, "Since you have decided, sister, don't force me, please concentrate on replenishing the sword. This young master Ning has amazing cultivation and has also comprehended the sword scripture. If it can be used by my sword Pavilion, it will be a great help."

"Um"

Jing Wuxia responded softly.

The next moment, Mei Wuhen's figure faded away, and in an instant, it disappeared from the sword tower.

Jing Wuxia breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, her eyes moved back, and she looked at the two divine weapons floating in the flames, with an extremely complex expression.

She didn't expect that Mr. Ning could really become the chief of the Wuji Banquet on the Sword, but it was still hard to know whether this matter was a blessing or a disaster.
To be continued...