This is a broken sword.

The sword body is transparent, as crystal clear as an ice cube, and exudes white mist.

Jiang Chen took a look and knew that this was the Ice Sword that was cut off by the Tianmen Sect Master, and it was also the sword of the Tianshan Sect.

Chen Jingfeng came over and said, "The sword is broken, take it. No matter where you go, remember that you are a disciple of the Tianshan Sect."

Chen Yudie was slightly stunned.

For a moment, she didn't understand what Chen Jingfeng meant.

After being stunned for several seconds, she sheathed the broken sword and nodded gently: "Yes, my daughter will remember it."

Jiang Chen didn't say much and left directly.

Chen Yudie followed Jiang Chen.

The two quickly left the Tianshan Sect.

Tianshan Sect, in front of the mountain gate.

Chen Jingfeng stood on the steps and looked at the two figures gradually disappearing below.

"A storm is coming, and the ancient martial arts world will be full of blood."

There was a touch of sadness on his face.

Nowadays, the ancient martial arts world seems to be relatively calm, but in fact it is already turbulent.

There will be a lot of chaos in the future.

As for how chaotic it would be, he really couldn't imagine.

The only thing we know is that the strength of the ancient warriors now surpasses any era in history.

"Can a spirit turtle give birth to a Nine Realm statue?"
Chapter completed!