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"You've been waiting for a long time. I went to get this sword specially." Wei Zhanjie said, picking up the sword in his hand and looking at it carefully.

Lu Zhaozhao also stared at the sword in his hand. Strangely, she could only see the sword light but could not see the sword shadow clearly.

"In the daytime, one sees a shadow but not the light; in the night, one sees the light but not the form. When it touches an object, it passes by lightlessly and then closes up again. It feels fast but there is no bloodshed. It's a night practice!"

Night training!

Lu Zhaozhao was shocked. She had only heard of the name of this sword in ancient books.

Legend has it that the ancient emperor possessed three swords: Han Guang, Cheng Ying, and Xiao Lian. Of the Xiao Lian swords, only its shadow can be seen during the day, not its radiance; at night, only its glint can be seen, not its form. Upon contact, it swiftly passes through and then reappears, feeling swift but without drawing blood.

This mysterious and elusive characteristic implies that the sword is as elusive as white silk at night, hence the name "Xiao Lian"!

However, these three swords of the emperor have only appeared in ancient books and have long disappeared in the world. But why can Wei Zhanjie hold these sharp swords in his hands?

Wei Zhanjie seemed to have noticed her confusion and kindly explained, "I think you already know that the three of us once went deep into the Western Territory. The Three Emperor Swords each of us possessed one sword. The sword I hold is the Xiaolian Sword."

Three people? Lu Zhaozhao understood that Wei Zhanjie, Tiangang Immortal, and Wen Sheng, the three of them had once worked together and almost conquered the Western Territory.

So, Wen Sheng also has one in his hand?

Lu Zhaozhao looked at Wen Sheng. At this moment, he was fighting fiercely and could not pay attention to the scene in front of him.

Wei Zhanjie said, "He doesn't like to use swords. Besides, these three swords were sealed at the same time a thousand years ago, so he doesn't have Chengying in his hand."

Lu Zhaozhao turned around and thought: It turns out that Wen Sheng used Chengying, so the one used by Tiangang Immortal was Hanguang.

She looked at Wei Zhanjie and said, "Since it's sealed, why do you have this sword in your hand?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Zhanjie revealed a strange smile. He said, "When I died, Tiangang used his sword as the center of the formation, forever imprisoning my body in Mushan Mountain, burying it there along with my sword. Fortunately, a remnant of my soul remained, and a thousand years later, someone broke into Mushan Temple and accidentally loosened the seal, giving me my chance."

Mushan Temple!

Lu Zhaozhao frowned. According to the book, after the Golden Palace Banquet, that place became a training ground for various sects. Could it be because of this...

"Even so, you forcibly took the sword, and I imagine you were injured. You are just a remnant soul, is it worth it?"

Lu Zhaozhao bluntly pointed out the injury he had concealed, but Wei Zhanjie didn't seem to care. He said, "Back then, I wielded this sword to slay the dragon, unify the Western Territory, and fight Tiangang with it. Those were truly wonderful times. Unfortunately, Tiangang is not here. What can you do to stop me this time?"

As he was speaking, he suddenly burst into laughter. Lu Zhaozhao drew out his Niye and looked at him coldly.

The Niye Sword looks simple, but it exudes a chilling coldness.

Wei Zhanjie stopped laughing, stared at her sword, and snorted coldly: "You probably don't know the origin of this sword yet?"

"What?" Lu Zhaozhao was puzzled. This sword was used by her ancestor, so what could its origin be?

Wei Zhanjie looked at her confused expression and sneered, "You call it Niye, but its real name is Huaying!"

"Painting shadow?"

"The sword worn by the ancient emperor Zhuanxu is also the most commonly used sword by Tiangang."

Wei Zhanjie spoke in a sinister tone, but Lu Zhaozhao sensed something was wrong and interrupted him, "Wait! Shouldn't the immortal be using Han Guang?"

"Yes, Han Guang is also his sword, but he has more than one sword." Wei Zhanjie's face was tense. When he was suppressed, Han Guang was the center of the formation, but the one that really caused him the greatest harm was the Huaying Sword in front of him.

This sword is even less popular, and Lu Zhaozhao doesn't know its origin.

Standing not far away, facing Nan Yuan, Master Bu Lu explained her confusion: "The Painted Shadow Sword possesses the magical ability to transform shadows into life. It is not simply a sword of killing, but can direct the forces of nature, causing trees to grow and water to recede. It is a sword of life, but its power is no less than that of the sword of death."

Lu Zhaozhao finally understood. No wonder Niye had always been particularly sensitive to the natural forces of heaven and earth along the way.

She looked at the sword in her hand, and for the first time, it felt so strange yet so close.

"Alright, I've said everything I need to say." Wei Zhanjie interrupted her thoughts and said coldly, "Your sword is also used by Tiangang. It seems that God really wants us to fight. In that case, there is no need to say more, let's get started."

He waved his hand, and a boundary was immediately drawn around them, separating the two of them from the others. They seemed to be standing on an independent field.

Because he was a remnant soul, Wei Zhanjie disdained other bodies, so his body was somewhat transparent under the light, and the sword in his hand was even more invisible.

Lu Zhaozhao also got ready.

Never before has the power of reversal been so convenient as it is now.

In a moment, the two figures collided at high speed, making a roar in the air that resounded through the sky, which calmed the tense atmosphere on the battlefield. Both humans and demons looked up.

This battle covered the sky and the sun, and the world was eclipsed.

Later historical records record that the Immortal Qing Huilu once battled the Demon Lord for three days. This battle, gathering nearly all the spiritual power of heaven and earth, saw the two men locked in a fierce battle, with neither able to approach. It wasn't until the third day that the winner was finally determined!