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Jun Qiyan's eyes flashed, and immediately chased after the dagger. This was the dagger that Gu Yao had used to kill Ye Changsheng back then, a very evil dagger that could absorb human spirit energy and blood. After the Profound Cloud War, it had always been on her body.

She felt that this dagger was quite useful and had even used it to kill the black-clothed man, but she had not known where this dagger had come from.

Jun Qiyan sped up as she circulated her spirit energy. Only now did she realize that this space was not only filled with thick killing intent, there was also abundant spirit energy, more than any other place on the Eastern Xuan Continent.

It was as if the dagger was once again guiding Jun Qiyan through the air.

Finally, the dagger stopped as it fell onto the ground. In front of him was a long sword that was stained with dried blood, and had a dark red rust on it, the sword stabbed straight into the bottom, the sword hilt was extremely exquisite, and there were even a few gems hanging from the hilt.

Jun Qiyan paused for a moment as he picked up the dagger with a puzzled look on his face. It was still dark red in color.

After that, she took a deep look at the longsword. She felt that the rusted longsword had a faint, ancient aura that was able to captivate a person's soul.

"Is this yours?" An ancient and solemn voice suddenly sounded from afar. This voice was long and distant, as if it came from the horizon, but also as if it came from right in front of their eyes, making them unable to make heads or tails of it.

Jun Qiyan suddenly felt a bit panicked. This sound was too strange. She looked around and saw that the sky was still littered with corpses.

"Who is it?" "Break the space!" Jun Qiyan yelled out in alarm. This should be the fragmented space that the little gold dragon was talking about.

It had been countless years since this battlefield had occurred, and even the corpses on the ground had been disintegrated. There was no way anyone was present.

"Little girl, can you do me a favor?" The ancient voice rang out once more, next to Jun Qiyan's ears.

This time, when Jun Qiyan heard the voice clearly, she hurriedly lowered her head to look at the longsword on the ground.

It's this sword...

"You, who are you?" Jun Qiyan hurriedly took a few steps back as she stared fixedly at the sword.

The fact that he could speak meant that he had given birth to a sword spirit that was the same as the artifact spirit from the Ancient Desolation.

"No one has been here for tens of thousands of years. To think that I would be able to see a living person today. Little girl, I'm the Sky Sword." The long sword sighed but its voice was still faint as it answered Jun Qianyan's question.

Sky Sword!

It was said that the Heaven Sword was born at the peak of the firmament and had the highest cultivation level in history. There were a hundred and eight refiners who used their flesh and blood to build the divine sword, all of whom died from exhaustion.

It was one of the first weapons of the ancient god artifacts.

According to legend, once the Sky Sword appeared, all the mountains and rivers would be shattered. All living things would submit to it, and it was the most brutal weapon that the people of the world competed for.

However, these legends only existed in legends, and they were all ancient legends from ten thousand years ago.

In the past million years, not a single person had seen the Heavenly Sword. They all thought that the story of this sword was fabricated by the person who received it.

And now, this tattered and rusted piece in front of him was calling himself the Sky Sword?

Jun Qiyan was suspicious. There were many weapons that could give birth to an artifact spirit. Therefore, when she saw this sword, she thought it was an extraordinary sword, but she had never thought of it as anything other than the Sky Sword.

As she thought about it, Jun Qiyan's expression turned mocking and disdainful. She could even accept that she was an ordinary divine sword, but how could she dare to believe that she was some kind of divine sword?

"Little girl, you don't believe me?" The voice of the Heavenly Sword contained a hint of anger. Ever since the birth of the Heavenly Sword, when had it ever been treated with such a gaze?

"I don't believe you." Jun Qiyan shook his head and said affirmatively.

"This old man has been standing on this battlefield for a million years. His appearance has been eroded by the infernal energy, and there are some parts that you can't see, but there's nothing you can do about it. Pull me out and you'll know." The tone of the Vault of Heavens Sword was somewhat low and dejected.

Jun Qiyan pursed her lips, looking at the sword blade of the Vault of Heaven, which was covered in blood and rust, she was somewhat unable to move.

"Girl, you're only pulling out a bit of the sword, and it's not bad for you. Besides, if you don't pull me out, you can only accompany me on this battlefield and never leave again." The sword's voice grew louder.

He wasn't exaggerating; this space was much more stable than the other broken spaces. There was only one way out, and that was to use brute force to break through.

Perhaps they could only continue to wait until this piece of space had drifted for tens of thousands of years before crashing into other shattered spaces, at which time Jun Qiyan would only be instantly killed by the space explosion.

When Jun Qianyan heard the words of the Sky Sword, she raised her head to look at her surroundings. The sky was still as red as ever, and the ground was as red as blood.

"Alright." Jun Qiyan nodded, and decided to draw her sword. She didn't know what would happen after she pulled it out from the ground. He had no other choice but to believe in the Heaven Sword.

"There is a baleful aura on the sword, you must be careful." When the Vault of Heaven Sword saw Jun Qiyan coming over to draw his sword, it hurriedly warned him. Jun Qiyan had already reached out her hand without a care in the world.

"Buzz …" "Swish." Jun Qiyan's hand was instantly corroded by the baleful aura on the sword hilt. A ball of black fog surrounded her hand as if it had been splashed with sulfuric acid. The flesh on her hand emitted a sizzling sound as smoke rose into the air.

The pain caused Jun Qiyan to immediately withdraw her hand.

"Hey, why didn't you say that earlier …" Jun Qiyan frowned as she looked at the longsword. This baleful aura was too strong; her hands were about to be crippled.

"Like I said, the infernal energy is corrosive and this is still good. You can use your own spiritual energy to wrap around your assistant." The Heavenly Sword reminded Jun Qiyan once again.

Jun Qiyan curled her lips. Not only did she not manage to pull out her sword just now, her hand had nearly been crippled as well.

A golden shield of spirit energy surrounded her hand. Once again, he placed his hand on the sword hilt, but it was still corroded by the infernal energy. A stabbing pain came from his hand, but it was much better than the pain he had felt just now.

She resisted the pain and tried to use all the strength in her body.