The whole audience was silent.

All the disciples stared at the two people on the platform with their eyes wide open, their expressions full of incredibleness.

Just now, Jun Ruoshui defeated Yan Ge one after another with several swords, which was already shocking, and it was obvious that the gap between the two was seen.

In an instant, Jun Ruoshui's long sword straddled Yan Ge's neck again, ending the battle directly!

Yan Ge was defeated!

The first young generation in the Eastern Region, the strongest disciple of the Holy Land, their senior brother was at a disadvantage when competing with Jun Ruoshui. After the sword intent erupted, he fell into a downturn and was defeated in a short time!

This is really shocking. Jun Ruoshui's swordsmanship is actually so much stronger than Yan Ge!

And those elders were even more surprised.

In the perception of their spiritual consciousness, the two of them had exactly the same sword spirit realm, but after the collision, Jun Ruoshui completely suppressed Yan Ge.

This is a bit unreasonable, but it really exists, which makes them very surprised.

Only the Holy Lord and the few people in the dark showed shock.

In the perception of these people, Jun Ruoshui's sword intent seems to be no different from ordinary sword intent on weekdays, but if it collides with other sword intents, it seems to be more refined and purer than that.

It's like... it seems like steel and fine steel, with a difference in quality!

Although they perceived this situation slightly, they had no idea why.

Everyone in the Tianjian Holy Land was shocked, but Jun He and the others in a corner of the square didn't think so much.

Although the two of them did not use Yuanli in the battle just now, they were still extremely fast. They could not see anything at all. They only heard the swords and only saw the afterimage of the two.

When Jun Ruoshui stowed the sword across Yan Ge’s neck, they saw the movements of the two, and then they were happy and knew that Jun Ruoshui was better!

At this time, the whole audience was silent. They did not cheer loudly, but were excited and completely relieved.

On the side of the platform, Mu Ke's clenched fists also relaxed, and his little face showed a smile, and he was very happy.

At this time, Yan Ge's expression completely froze. He looked down slightly at the sword body that was crossed over his neck, and his blood-filled eyes were filled with surprise.

He couldn't speak for a moment, and Jun Ruoshui drew his sword and retreated one ft. He said calmly: "Senior Brother Yan, then next, let's fight with our true strength."

Yan Ge came back to his senses after hearing this, looked at Jun Ruoshui deeply, remained silent for a moment, and then said sadly: "I have learned the power of the Holy Son."

The sword in his hand suddenly disappeared, put it into the Sumeru Ring, with a calm expression, and then said, "You are better than me!"

After saying that, he slightly clasped his fists and said in a deep voice: "You are this holy son, I'm convinced!"

The square was silent, and thousands of people looked at Yan Ge with their heads down, all knowing that he had already given up.

Being completely crushed by Jun Ruoshui in his swordsmanship talent, he no longer has the desire to fight with his cultivation level.

"Senior Brother Yan."

Jun Ruoshui's indifferent eyes slowly returned to normal, and he said in a deep voice: "Only by fighting power can you be called a saint. Do you really don't want to fight again?"

Yan Ge slowly shook his head and said seriously: "The Holy Son deserves his name, I am convinced!"

Then he looked up at the Purple-clothed Holy Lord in the void and said in a deep voice: "Holy Lord, I am defeated."

Both the sword style and the will of the sword can't compare with each other. As a sword cultivator, he was already a complete defeat.

Except for being ten years older than Jun Ruoshui and having more cultivation, he could not compete with him in other places, let alone Jun Ruoshui's age at this time.

The Holy Lord slowly fell from the void and looked at Yan Ge and said seriously: "Why don't you want to fight with your real combat power?"

Yan Ge shook his head slowly and smiled bitterly, "My sword intent is now traumatized, and the Holy Son is so confident. I believe that even if I have combat power, I will be sure to defeat me. Why should I humiliate myself again?"

The Purple-clothed Holy Lord twitched slightly when he heard this. Not to mention anything else, your brain is indeed not as good as Jun Ruoshui. He was just led by him, and he was calculated step by step.

He didn't say much, looked at the thousands of disciples on the square, and sang: "But there are still disciples who don't accept the Holy Son?"

There was silence, and no disciple below had the ability to fight Jun Ruoshui, whether it was sword style, sword intent, or real combat power.

The Holy Lord's expression remained unchanged. He glanced at the dozens of elders in the front of the square and on the high platform and said, "Do you have any opinions about the Holy Son?"

The elders shook their heads without saying a word.

The Holy Lord nodded slightly, then turned around and looked into the hall, and said respectfully: "Does the Supreme Elder have any suggestions?"

There was no movement in the hall and no one answered it.

The Holy Lord waited for a while before turning around and looking at the square again, saying seriously: "Saint Son Jun Ruoshui, your identity is confirmed!"

The whole audience was quiet for a moment, and then an elder clasped his fists and said in a deep voice: "I have seen the Holy Son."

The next moment, all the disciples knew the rules and held their fists and blew: "I've seen the Holy Son!"

Thousands of people shouted softly in unison, and the sound rang through more than a dozen hills around them.

Junhe and his friends were also very excited when they watched the people in the entire square facing Jun Ruoshui in such a posture, and felt proud, especially Junhe and his wife, and their pride filled their hearts.

Jun Ruoshui stood on the high platform, looking at the solemn faces below, and there was no strange look like the previous few days. It seemed that this time, he really agreed with him.

At this time, Mu Ke walked over quickly, hugged his arm, and smiled and said, "I knew you would definitely win."

Jun Ruoshui smiled and rubbed her black hair.

Yan Ge felt speechless at this moment.

Do you know he will win, and then he threatened me before?

The Holy Lord saw Jun Ruoshui and the others intimate again, and hurriedly said, "Since it's over, you guys can go quickly."

The Holy Son and the Holy Maiden have been solemn in the outside world for generations. After all, they will become the most powerful couple in the Eastern Region in the future. No one like Jun Ruoshui and Mu Ke, who is openly close like a young couple in such a public eye.

"Okay, then we'll leave first."

Jun Ruoshui also saw the Holy Lord’s thoughts and said with a smile.

After saying that, he pulled Mu Ke down the platform and walked towards a corner of the square.

The disciples respectfully made clear the way, and Jun Ruoshui walked to Jun He and his men.

The moment he arrived at the stage, he had already seen a few people, but it was not suitable to say hello in that occasion.

"Dad, mom, Uncle Bai, Yu Yan, you are back to Yingke Peak to clean up and change your clothes."

Jun Ruoshui came close to him and looked at the few people and said with a smile: "Let's go back to Moon City to stay for a few days."

There are nine days left for these relatives to leave, and their parents want to go back to their hometown to see each other, so for the last nine days, he plans to stay in Wangyue City with his parents.
Chapter completed!