Chapter 2385 The Return of the Purple Jun Sword

The bronze sword is named Bichen, and the ultimate sword intent it comprehends is Mingxia.

Pan Ran introduced himself in this way because he wanted to unleash his strongest move without holding back and show it to the fullest.

Chen Qingyuan understood Pan Ran's intentions, and his expression became slightly solemn.

Despite Pan Ran's claim that he would only test his sword once, he actually unleashed his full power.

Therefore, Chen Qingyuan certainly couldn't give a perfunctory response and had to go all out. Only in this way could he ensure his own absolute safety, and at the same time, show respect to Pan Ran and fulfill the request she had made.

In this way, the consequences will be beyond our control.

Simply put, Pan Ran is in danger of dying and disappearing.

No wonder he was so solemn just now; he was mentally prepared to die.

"Are you sure?"

Having understood the other party's intentions, Chen Qingyuan said solemnly.

"determine."

Pan Ran nodded without hesitation.

"it is good."

Faced with such a resolute will, Chen Qingyuan's blood boiled, and he raised his voice slightly, ready to oblige.

"Before we test the sword, I have something to tell you."

Pan Ran remembered something and decided not to hide it.

Chen Qingyuan looked into the other person's eyes without the slightest fear, suggesting that he wasn't deliberately stalling for time and genuinely had something to discuss: "What is it?"

“A few months ago, I had a conflict with your friend, Lu Hansheng. I fought with him and injured him. Because the injury was serious, he cut off his right arm.”

Pan Ran was afraid that Chen Qingyuan would show leniency if he brought this up at this time.

"As long as you're not dead."

Chen Qingyuan's expression remained unchanged.

As long as no one dies, it's a minor issue.

Given Lu Hansheng's personality, it's only right that he suffers some hardships.

Pan Ran was slightly surprised by Chen Qingyuan's calm reaction, expecting him to be furious. He couldn't understand why.

Logically speaking, if his own brother was injured by an outsider, Chen Qingyuan should be furious. Even if he didn't take action directly, he should at least curse at him.

However, after learning about this, Chen Qingyuan simply said, "It's good that he's not dead."

very strange!

Pan Ran blinked, not quite understanding.

Forget it, it doesn't matter if I don't understand. Let's focus on the important things!

"If you cultivate swordsmanship, I will respond with my own sword."

Exchanging swordplay was Chen Qingyuan's greatest respect for Pan Ran.

The Emperor's Laws surrounding Chen Qingyuan contained the essence of the Supreme Sword. Therefore, Pan Ran was not surprised and solemnly thanked him: "Thank you."

"I've heard that your sword is named Zi Jun. Would you have the honor of seeing it?"

Pan Ran's words were meant to urge Chen Qingyuan to get serious and not hold back.

If he dies, it will be entirely due to his own lack of strength. If he doesn't die, he can gain insight into a higher level of swordsmanship through this sword sparring with Chen Qingyuan.

Dancing on the edge of a knife is dangerous, but walking the line between life and death often leads to sudden enlightenment.

"I should be satisfied."

Chen Qingyuan had this intention.

Several years ago, the Zi Jun Sword was restored to its original state.

For many years, it had been staying in Fucheng in the Northern Wilderness. Under the painstaking efforts of the weapon-refining master Lin Yuan, it was finally restored to its original state and was no longer flawed.

The Zi Jun Sword was successfully repaired. It expressed its gratitude to Lin Yuan, then broke through the air and left. Sensing the location of the sword master Chen Qingyuan, it headed straight for the Imperial State.

Upon arriving at the Upper Star System of the Imperial State, the Zi Jun Sword hovered in the void for a while, undisturbed, awaiting its summons.

During the process of repairing the Zi Jun Sword, Lin Yuan's weapon-refining skills were greatly improved. Especially after the Zi Jun Sword was completely restored, he stepped into a completely new realm.

It is no exaggeration to say that Lin Yuan is comparable to the founder.

Given some time, he will surely be able to forge many top-tier magical artifacts.

"Come!"

At the edge of the eerie black mist, Chen Qingyuan let out a shout.

Imperial decree: Sword, come!

The Zi Jun Sword, which had been hidden nearby for several years, suddenly burst forth, like a rainbow, piercing through the desolate and chaotic starry sky.

Chen Qingyuan slowly raised his right hand and clenched it with his palm facing downwards.

The space beside him was empty, but with Chen Qingyuan's grip, he happened to grasp a sword, as if it had appeared out of thin air.

clank clank——

Upon returning to its master's side, the Zi Jun Sword trembled slightly and emitted a joyful sword chant.

Chen Qingyuan held the sword in his right hand, holding it horizontally in front of his chest, while his left fingertips gently stroked it, feeling the unique rhythm of the sword.

The Zi Jun sword, which had been trembling slightly, immediately calmed down when Chen Qingyuan's fingertips touched it, allowing his master to touch it more easily.

"Hey buddy, it's been years since we last met."

After gently stroking him, Chen Qingyuan lowered his eyes and spoke softly, a slight smile playing on his lips, his eyes filled with emotion.

Clang!

The Zi Jun Sword suddenly trembled, its sword whistling through the sky, as if it wished to accompany its master on his journey of battle.

Buzz! Clang! Clang!

Pan Ran, who was not far away, looked solemn when he saw the Zi Jun Sword appear. He sensed that the bronze sword in his hand was a treasure of the same level, and he felt both excited and wary.

"Sword name: Zi Jun."

After a moment of reflection, Chen Qingyuan looked up at Pan Ran and said, sword in hand.

"please!"

Immediately, Pan Ran stopped sitting and stood up, holding his sword in his right hand.

He mobilized his imperial might, and his baleful aura transformed into raging flames, radiating outwards from his own core, threatening to engulf the entire universe.

Chen Qingyuan did not yet display any overwhelming power; his mind remained calm and his expression was serene.

Hey!

To better execute his swordsmanship, Pan Ran took a step back. Spanning hundreds of thousands of miles across different realms, the surrounding void trembled slightly.

"please!"

Once the other party was ready, Chen Qingyuan slowly stood up, his left hand behind his back and his right hand holding the Zijun Sword.

Their eyes met, and their swords clashed.

Two different sword styles began to collide, tearing this space into countless fragments.

Those located at the edge of the galaxy watched this scene from afar, intently anticipating how things would develop.

"They're about to take action!"

Since Chen Qingyuan and Pan Ran's conversation took place within Chen Qingyuan's domain of rules, the people in the distance did not hear it and therefore did not know the specifics, only able to speculate.

"This is a good opportunity to see just how strong Chen Qingyuan really is."

Gu Kong narrowed his eyes, his gaze intense.

"Although the outcome is already decided, the process should not be ignored."

Situ Lin believed in Chen Qingyuan's strength and that he could not possibly be defeated.

If Chen Qingyuan were to lose at this juncture, it would have a profound impact on his path to enlightenment. His unwavering belief in forging ahead would inevitably be damaged.

"Fellow Daoist An, what do you think?"

With something exciting to watch, Wang Taohua opened his eyes wide, not wanting to miss a single detail. His gaze was fixed on the direction where the battle was about to begin, and he casually asked An Xiruo beside him.

"Brother will not lose."

Dressed in a red gown, An Xiruo was radiant and captivating. Her voice, clear and cool like the plucking of an ice string, seeped into the ears and penetrated the soul.