"You've been waiting a long time, haven't you? I went out of my way to retrieve this sword." Wei Zhanjie said, picking up the sword in his hand and examining it closely.
Lu Zhaozhao also stared at the sword in his hand. Strangely, she could only see the light of the sword, but could not see the shadow of the sword.
"During the day, one sees only shadows, not light; at night, one sees only light, not form. When it touches an object, it passes by swiftly and disappears without a trace, swift yet without bloodshed. Also known as 'Nighttime Silk'!"
Practice at night!
Lu Zhaozhao was shocked; she had only heard of the sword's name in ancient books.
Legend has it that the ancient emperor possessed three swords: Han Guang, Cheng Ying, and Xiao Lian. Among them, the Xiao Lian sword could only be seen as a shadow during the day, not its light, and at night, only its light could be seen, not its shape. When it touched an object, it could swiftly pass through it and immediately close its loop, feeling swift but without drawing blood.
This mysterious and elusive nature of the sword implies that it is as elusive as the white silk of the night, hence the name "Night Sword"!
But these three swords of the emperor have only appeared in ancient books and have long been lost in the modern world. So how could Wei Zhanjie wield such a sharp sword?
Wei Zhanjie seemed to have noticed her confusion and kindly explained, "As you probably already know, the three of us once ventured deep into the Western Regions. The Three Swords of the Emperor are one sword for each person, and the one I wield is this Xiaolian Sword."
Three people? Lu Zhaozhao understood. Wei Zhanjie, Tiangang Immortal, and Wen Sheng. The three of them had been companions and had almost conquered the entire Western Region.
So, Wen Sheng also has one?
Lu Zhaozhao looked at Wen Sheng, who was currently engaged in a fierce battle and had no time to pay attention to the scene in front of him.
Wei Zhanjie said, "He doesn't like using swords, and besides, these three swords were sealed at the same time a thousand years ago, so he doesn't have Chengying in his hands."
Lu Zhaozhao turned her head and thought: So Wen Sheng uses Chengying, then the Heavenly Gang Immortal uses Hanguang.
She looked at Wei Zhanjie and said, "Since it was sealed, why do you have this sword?"
Upon hearing this, Wei Zhanjie revealed a strange smile. He said, "When I perished, Tiangang used his sword as the core of the formation to eternally imprison my remains in Mushan, burying my sword there as well. Fortunately, I retained a wisp of my soul, and a thousand years later, someone forcibly broke into Mushan Temple, accidentally loosening the seal, which gave me the opportunity."
Mushan Temple!
Lu Zhaozhao frowned. According to the book, the place became a training ground for various sects after the Golden Palace Banquet. Could it be because of this...?
"Even so, you must have been injured by forcibly taking the sword. You're just a remnant soul; was it worth it?"
Lu Zhaozhao bluntly pointed out his concealed wounds, but Wei Zhanjie didn't seem to care much. He said, "Back then, I used this sword to slay dragons and unify the Western Regions. I also used this sword to fight Tiangang. Those were truly exhilarating times. It's a pity that Tiangang is no longer here. What will you use to stop me this time?"
As he was talking, he suddenly burst into laughter. Lu Zhaozhao drew her sword and looked at him coldly.
The Sword of Reversal has a simple appearance, but it exudes a chilling aura.
Wei Zhanjie stopped laughing, stared at her sword, and snorted coldly: "You probably don't know the origin of this sword, do you?"
"What?" Lu Zhaozhao was puzzled. This sword was used by her ancestor. What kind of origin could it have?
Looking at her bewildered expression, Wei Zhanjie sneered, "You call it Rebellion, but its real name is Painting Shadow!"
"Painting Shadows?"
"The sword of the ancient emperor Zhuanxu, and also the most commonly used sword of the Tiangang."
Wei Zhanjie spoke in a sinister tone, but Lu Zhaozhao sensed something was wrong and interrupted, "Wait! Shouldn't immortals use 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 core of the formation, but the one that really hurt him the most was the Huaying Sword in front of him.
This sword is even more obscure, and Lu Zhaozhao doesn't know its origin.
Standing not far away, facing off against Nan Yuan, Master Bu Lu explained to her: "The Hua Ying Sword has the magical ability to transform shadows into life. It is not simply a sword of killing, but can guide the power of nature, causing wood to grow and water to recede. It is a sword of life, but its power is no less than that of a sword of death."
Lu Zhaozhao then understood why Ni Ye had always had an extraordinary perception of the power of heaven and earth along the way.
She looked at the sword in her hand and, for the first time, felt it was both so unfamiliar and so intimate.
"Alright, that's all I have to say." Wei Zhanjie interrupted her thoughts and said coldly, "Your sword is also used by the Heavenly Gang. It seems that Heaven truly intends for us to fight. In that case, there's no need for further words. Let's begin."
With a wave of his hand, a boundary was immediately drawn around them, separating the two of them from the others, as if they were standing on an independent field.
Because he was a remnant soul and Wei Zhanjie disdained other bodies, his body was somewhat transparent in the light, and the sword in his hand was nowhere to be seen.
Lu Zhaozhao also got into position.
Never before has adversity been so readily available.
In the blink of an eye, the two figures collided at lightning speed, creating a deafening roar in the air, which eased the tense atmosphere on the battlefield. Both humans and demons looked up at the scene.
This battle was so fierce that it blotted out the sky and the world lost its color.
Later historical records state that the immortal Lu of Qinghui fought the Demon Lord for three days. This battle gathered almost all the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the two fought fiercely, with no one able to get close. Finally, on the third day, the victor was decided!
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