Fairy, you call this repaying a debt of gratitude?

Shen Wei flashed forward, wielding the Shadow Blade and stabbing away with a fierce killing intent.

Seeing this, Mo Qianying stood still, neither dodging nor avoiding, and gripped the hilt of the sword with her right hand, swinging the long sword horizontally.

With a crisp clang, it steadily blocked Shen Wei's seemingly inevitable sword strike.

Seeing this, Shen Wei did not slacken his efforts in the slightest. He continuously flipped his wrists, stabbing and slashing, each move faster than the last, as he attacked Mo Qianying.

For some reason, Mo Qianying seemed to have figured out the rhythm of his moves, and with each rise and fall of his longsword, he accurately parried each attack.

After exchanging blows for several rounds, Mo Qianying's lips curled into a mocking sneer, as if she had completely figured out Shen Wei's tactics.

"Who did you think you were? Turns out you're just a rogue cultivator with such meager skills? You dare to ruin my sect's grand plan!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he let out a deep shout and slashed out with his long sword with overwhelming force.

Shen Wei hastily raised his sword to defend, only to find that the force was so great that he could hardly hold on.

The stalemate lasted only a moment before a metallic taste rose in his throat, and a trace of blood slowly oozed from the corner of his mouth.

He slashed forward as if to release his force, and both of them took several steps back. However, Mo Qianying appeared calm and collected, while Shen Wei looked somewhat disheveled.

"Yeah?"

Shen Wei wiped away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve. His voice was calm. As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped forward again, and his swordsmanship suddenly changed.

The next second, he was in front of Mo Qianying. The long sword in his hand suddenly turned into a sky full of phantom images. The sword momentum fell like a rainstorm. In a daze, there was a kind of illusion that ten thousand sword shadows were intertwined.

"Bang—bang—bang!"

Several consecutive metallic clanging sounds echoed throughout the post station.

"Sword Illusion? This kid's from the Shangqing Sect!?"

Mo Qianying gripped the long sword tightly with both hands, gritted her teeth, and exerted all her strength to keep up with the speed of the sword.

Shen Wei's offensive was fierce and ruthless, finally making Mo Qianying, who had been somewhat disdainful of him, feel a bit of trouble.

Mo Qianying thought to herself that before joining the Ten Thousand Souls Pavilion, she was also a well-known rogue cultivator in the martial arts world.

Having traveled extensively and witnessed countless techniques from renowned sects, including the skills of the five major immortal sects, he was able to accurately identify the origin of this sword technique in just one glance.

But in that instant of distraction, a sword shadow broke through his block and landed directly on him.

Although the protective aura blocked it, it still caused his blood and qi to surge, and his protective aura flickered slightly, almost being pierced.

Mo Qianying's heart tightened, and she dared not be careless in the slightest. She parried with her sword while simultaneously using her divine sense to search for an opening.

The moment he found the opening in the sword move, Mo Qianying let out a deep shout, pouring all his violent true energy into the longsword, causing the blade to instantly emit a thick black aura.

Then, he exerted force with both arms and slashed out with a powerful, thunderous strike, accurately hitting the blade of the black longsword.

"clang--!"

The force of the strike was extremely heavy, not only interrupting Shen Wei's sword technique but also causing him to stagger back several steps. Although he did not fall to the ground, the black longsword in his hand clattered to the ground.

"You brat from the Shangqing Sect, I don't care what your purpose is in coming here, but you've misjudged me today. Even with that damned magic weapon suppressing my cultivation, you're still no match for me!"

Mo Qianying naturally wouldn't give Shen Wei a chance to catch his breath. As soon as he finished speaking, he lowered his center of gravity slightly, leaned forward, and slowly moved his long sword behind him.

A blood-red phantom appeared all over his body, and his aura became increasingly violent. Black energy and blood color intertwined, and a suffocating sense of oppression swept over him!

"Sky-Splitting Mad Blade!"

The moment the shout fell, a sudden gale arose between heaven and earth.

"Whoosh—Boom!"

The dilapidated post station was no match for the powerful aura released by this strike, and it collapsed instantly, with dust billowing into the sky.

At this moment, the disciples of the two sects who were confronting each other outside the post station were all attracted by this huge commotion.

Then, as if realizing something, their hearts tightened, their expressions changed drastically, and they all circulated their spiritual energy, unleashing protective spiritual energy.

A moment later, the dust gradually settled, and everyone was finally able to see what had happened in the center of the abandoned post station.

The disciples of both sects were startled. How could there be a third person on the field?!

When they arrived, they thoroughly inspected the entire post station, leaving no corner unchecked, so it was impossible for anyone to be hiding there.

"Could it be that he slipped in while we were arguing and confronting each other?" someone wondered to themselves.

If that's the case, they will certainly have to take responsibility for their negligence this time.

But now is clearly not the time to assign blame...

The remaining two disciples of the Myriad Souls Pavilion were about to step forward to help when Yi Chuan stopped them.

"That's the Sky-Splitting Mad Blade, Elder Mo's signature sword technique, known for its ferocity and bloodlust. Now that he's unleashed this strike, that person definitely won't be able to withstand it."

Yi Chuan showed a hint of apprehension. "Moreover, that sword technique is extremely domineering. If you get any closer, you might lose your lives."

On the other side, the three disciples of the Fuyou Sect saw Meng Changgeng standing behind the two and did not make a move.

So they all suppressed their restlessness, sheathed their swords, and did not rush forward. Instead, they kept their eyes on the field, ready to defend themselves at any moment.

Wen Xuantong and Wen Jingxing, who were pretending to be frightened as part of a merchant caravan, also looked over. Upon seeing this, Wen Xuantong shouted angrily.

"Oh no, how did he expose himself so quickly!"

Wen Jingxing frowned and remained silent, his mind racing as he considered how to save Shen Wei from this devastating blow.

Behind the hillside, Liu Huan, who was lying in ambush with three Golden Core stage experts ready to support Shen Wei at any time, also suddenly stood up.

The moment he saw the blade's momentum, he knew he was in trouble. He gripped his longsword tightly, his spiritual energy surging around him, ready to strike at any moment.

Meng Changgeng stood behind Mo Qianying, closest to her, and felt the terror of the strike most acutely. His expression was indifferent, but inwardly he thought:

"This Mo Qianying is indeed not to be underestimated. Even though his cultivation is restricted to the Nascent Soul stage, the power of this Sky-Splitting Mad Blade is still extremely terrifying."

Mo Qianying's longsword slashed out in response, its moves wide and fierce.

A jet-black blade of energy, imbued with a blood-red aura, slashed straight at the unsteady Shen Wei.

During this time, Shen Wei's gaze fell on Meng Changgeng, and his eyes darkened. He clearly saw that Meng Changgeng had his arms crossed in front of his chest, his expression indifferent, and he had no intention of making a move.

"..."

He... well, it seems he can't rely on others after all; he can only rely on himself! He didn't really want to use this tactic so easily...

Mo Qianying's strike was not only powerful but also lightning fast. Shen Wei's figure was locked in place, and he had nowhere to hide.

But he never even considered hiding!

Just before Mo Qianying's blade was about to strike him, he staggered to his feet, his spiritual energy surging and his boundless true energy pouring out.

His black robes billowed in the wind, his long black hair was disheveled by the gale, but his eyes revealed a resolute expression.

The Shadow Sword, which had previously fallen to the ground, seemed to be summoned by him. It suddenly rose into the air, its blade humming and gleaming with a cold, clear light, and stood steadily in front of him.

Then, Shen Wei's figure slowly rose, about the height of a person off the ground.

Although his movements were slow, to onlookers, this slow ascent appeared to be completed in the blink of an eye.

In an instant, Shen Ying transformed into the phantom of thousands of sword hilts, and the dense sword shadows wove into a constantly spinning sword net in front of him.

Mo Qianying suddenly realized that her sword strike was being deflected by the layers of sword net. No matter how fierce the sword strike was or how intense the killing intent was, it was blocked in mid-air and could not advance an inch.

"This is the Sword Illusion Myriad Shadows!?"

Mo Qianying's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief.

"No, the Sword Illusion could not possibly have such a powerful manifestation!"

Mo Qianying guessed correctly; this was indeed not the Sword Void Myriad Shadows, but the Sword Void Myriad Shadows modified by Shen Wei!

Upon seeing this sword technique, Meng Changgeng, standing behind Mo Qianying, felt a chill run down his spine, no longer as nonchalant as before. "Where did Qin Yunshang find this monster?"

Shen Wei's strength far exceeded his expectations. Before the meeting, he thought Shen Wei was just a rogue cultivator that Qin Yunshang had casually found to make up the numbers, and that he would have to rely on himself in the end.

But this is for the best...

On the other side, Wen Xuantong spoke tremblingly:

"Jingxing... why didn't you tell me sooner that he was this amazing..."

Wen Xuantong's forehead began to sweat as he recalled the disrespectful and offensive words he had spoken to Shen Wei in the courtyard a few days ago.

Wen Jingxing, who was about to lend a helping hand, also paused for a moment, revealing a wry smile.

"I never imagined he was this capable..."

He had long known that Shen Wei was mysterious and unpredictable, and that his strength was certainly not weak, but he never imagined that Shen Wei would be this strong.

Although the two were about the same age, Shen Wei's strength was several levels higher than his, a gap that made him lose the desire to catch up.

Is this guy really a rogue cultivator? Or is he a true disciple of some top immortal sect, deliberately disguising himself as a rogue cultivator to gain experience?

Although Wen Jingxing didn't know the origin of this sword technique, he could tell that it was a sword skill that only a prestigious sect would use.

If it's the latter, then their cooperation with Shen Wei this time might be an incredibly good deal...

Liu Huan looked up and saw everything. "I knew I wasn't mistaken, it really is him, but... he's become so much stronger!"

He gave the city lord's token to Shen Wei because they had met once before and he knew of Shen Wei's strength. However, he never imagined that Shen Wei's strength had reached such an unimaginable level.

Not far away, Yichuan also stared in shock at the center of the arena, his eyes wide, muttering to himself, "How...is this possible?"

He was Mo Qianying's most outstanding disciple, and the Sky-Splitting Mad Blade was one of the techniques he had devoted himself to studying. After learning it for several years, he naturally had a deep understanding of its intricacies.

He knew all too well that with his master's strength, even if Yun Huaishuang were here, she might not dare to take this blow head-on!

But this unknown young man in black actually seemed to be able to block the attack head-on. Just who was he?

Seeing that his Sky-Splitting Mad Blade could no longer advance, Mo Qianying knew in his heart that something was wrong, and a strong sense of crisis surged into his heart.

He suddenly realized that he had underestimated this kid from the Shangqing Sect, and that continuing the stalemate would only be detrimental to him.

He dared not linger in the fight any longer, so he quickly sheathed his sword and retreated hastily, trying to create distance and find another opening. He even prepared to withdraw completely.

But at this moment, Shen Wei, who had remained motionless, chuckled softly:

"The momentum of this sword technique is good, but the power is lacking. Suddenly, I have no desire to learn it."

Although Shen Wei usually uses a longsword, he is exceptionally proficient in all kinds of weapons. However, among all the weapons he has used, Shen Ying is the one he is most comfortable with and the one that suits his taste the best.

So he only used a sword.

The moment he finished speaking, his figure continued to rise slowly, and the thousands of sword shadows gradually stopped spinning. Instead, they melted and merged together, just as a person's shadow quietly disappears when they walk into the darkness.

In a short while, the streaks of azure light converged, growing brighter and brighter until they finally manifested as a giant sword with golden phantoms flowing around its blade.

The giant sword was surrounded by a faint blue sword shadow, and its sword power was vast and mighty. The gale stirred up by the Sky-Splitting Mad Blade seemed to stand still.

Its shape is still that of a shadow, but under the golden light, the original black color of the sword is no longer visible.

Mo Qianying's eyes widened in surprise as he looked at the golden sword shadow. Alarm bells rang in his mind; he absolutely could not take this sword head-on!

He had lived so long and cultivated for so many years, yet he had never experienced such a strong premonition; his muscles trembled violently...

Is it because of excitement?

Mo Qianying had no mind to think about these things anymore. At this moment, all that remained in her heart was endless fear and the desire to escape this area as soon as possible.

But his legs seemed to be bound by an invisible force, unable to move an inch.

Although the sword was clearly aimed at Mo Qianying, everyone present felt the earth-shattering pressure and did their best to circulate their spiritual energy to make their protective spiritual energy even stronger.

As Shen Wei unleashed this sword strike, a sense of emotion suddenly welled up within him.

This is the sword technique left behind by Ye Qingci, and it is also Shen Wei's strongest trump card when he doesn't use the Evil Dragon's Fury.

This sword technique accompanied Shen Wei through countless seemingly impossible perilous situations, helping him escape from dire straits and create miracles time and again.

However, after taking revenge, he had sealed away this sword technique and had not used it for a long time. Now, when he used it, he was somewhat rusty.

The night, which had been swept by a raging storm caused by the Sky-Splitting Blade, suddenly became calm and peaceful. Even the deep darkness of the night sky was illuminated by the spiritual light of the giant sword, making it appear as if dawn was approaching.

But this clarity lasted only a moment.

Because, the golden sword shadow fell the next second.

"Bang--!!!"

Unlike the previous dim light, it was replaced by a light that made people realize the world had suddenly become bright, so dazzling that they could not look directly at it.

The golden giant sword crashed heavily to the ground, and the immense true energy surged outwards from the point of impact, instantly engulfing everything around it.

In an instant, pebbles flew everywhere, dust billowed into the sky, and even the distant hillsides trembled violently for a long time.