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Lu Wu sighed, but there was no fear or regret in his voice, because what he was waiting for was now.

"My consciousness should have disappeared long ago, but I held on for a little longer with enthusiasm and confidence..."

From the holy sword of light, hearty but regretful laughter came, and the light was cast from the brightest hilt, forming a projection of Lu Wu's appearance.

He stood in front of everyone, his body was very illusory, as if he might disappear at any time.

"My consciousness will disappear soon, but before that, I want to tell you a truth. It is precisely because we discovered this truth that we died one after another."

"The position of the Holy Lord of Truth has not been changed for a long time."

When the shocking truth came to light, Fan An's eyes widened, and he took a step back in disbelief.

Luther listened quietly, while Daqin Temple Shaluo showed the expression of "cut, it really is so".

"But the Lord of Truth of this generation...is clearly my father."

Fan An said tremblingly, a terrible conjecture flashed through his mind.

"Xiao An, you are right... that position is not your father, but the Holy Lord of Truth not long ago."

"When your father was a swordsman, we were old friends, but after he took over the hereditary position, he suddenly became a stranger."

"I have been investigating together with Wugo and Takumi for a long time... that girl Elena even joined us in the process."

The truth fell word by word.

It turned out that a long time ago, the position of the Lord of Truth had never been changed again.

I don't know which Holy Lord of Truth has been holding the fragments of the Book of Omniscience, quietly replacing his successors, stealing their identities, and maintaining his own position.

The former generation of swordsmen discovered this truth by chance and were forced to die in battle within a few years.

Gradually, as the truth is revealed, the projected Lu Wu becomes more and more blurred.

His time is coming.

"Sorry, Wuming, I can't fight with you anymore."

A final sigh came from the Holy Sword of Light, and the former Swordsman of Light smiled.

With all his strength, he waved his hand as if to say goodbye.

"Next... I will leave it to you."

The projection turned into light spots and dispersed, and the face on the hilt of the lightest sword was no longer full of spirituality.

"Don't worry, I will definitely win."

Just like the original promise to Wuming, Luther held the Holy Sword of Light tightly, and said seriously and solemnly.

The sword of light radiated light, as if cheering for the arrival of the new sword master.

The Dark Sword absorbs the light, making the already sharp blade even sharper.

Light and darkness, the two holy swords in the beginning, did not produce a tit-for-tat chemical reaction, but a peaceful coexistence that complemented each other.

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Volume 46: Chapter 43 Chapter [-] Inscription Sword Nothingness

Luther holds the Holy Sword of Darkness in his main hand, and the Holy Sword of Light in his secondary hand.

The two holy swords complement each other.

He could clearly feel that an unprecedented power was always bursting and flowing.

"The legend of the Daqin Temple family is true."

Luther spoke slowly, crossing the holy swords of light and darkness in front of him.

The sword of light radiated light and became sharper, while the sword of darkness greedily absorbed the light, and the gilded sword body shone with a sharp cold light.

In an instant, the bright light and the taboo darkness achieve each other.

In front of the two of them, Luther slashed down the two swords lightly.

The next moment, the light and dark cross cut through the air, like cutting tofu, easily splitting the walls along the way.

Light and darkness usher in the intertwining, and both holy swords will exert their maximum output.

This is not a sword skill, nor is it the use of a special ability, it is just the simplest slash.

But that's just the beginning.

The light and dark sword energy that raged for dozens of meters did not disappear, but stopped at the end.

In the unbelievable eyes of Sha Luo and Fan An in Daqin Temple, it turned into huge black holes and white holes.

Black and white overlapped, and an extremely terrifying suction force was produced in the huge cavity.

It's just a dazzling effort, only the wind and snow from the outside are left in a place with a diameter of tens of meters.

"This is the power produced by the fusion of the Holy Sword of Light and the Holy Sword of Darkness...?"

Daqin Temple Shaluo murmured in disbelief, and then showed an infatuated smile.

"If...we all make it back alive...let me study them, okay?"

If the holy sword had a spirit, it would probably also tremble uncontrollably.

"it is good."

Luther nodded, put the Holy Sword of Light into the fusion tank, and strode towards the door.

Fan An sighed, and stood there in a daze, the secret that the previous lightsaber told them still echoed in his ears.

"What are you waiting for, let's go."

Daqin Temple Shaluo who walked past him patted him on the shoulder, awakening Fan An from his stupor.

"Aren't you going to avenge Elena? It's a good thing that the current Holy Lord of Truth is not your father. You don't even need to hesitate at the last moment."

Luther said without looking back.

The moment the voice fell, he stopped at the exit of the room, as if waiting for something.

"Boss, I am not only taking revenge on Elena, but also revenge on my father..."

Fan An smiled wryly, and the hatred and anger of the past disappeared without a trace at this moment.

He sighed, and hurried forward.

"That's right."

Shaluo of Daqin Temple looked at the two figures walking side by side in front of the door, and smiled gratifiedly.

Then, she lowered her head again, with a look of disappointment in her eyes.

"It would be great if we could go back alive together..."

The Swordsman of Sound murmured in a low voice.

From the moment she got here, she was ready.

If you don't have the awareness that you must fulfill your wish even if you pay a heavy price...

- Nothing can be done.

When Sha Luo of Daqin Temple raised her head again, she found that the two of them had already walked a long way, and there was no sign of waiting for her at all.

"Hey! Wait for me! Why are you walking so fast!"

In the corridor, the forbidden darkness filled the air. The swordsman's legs and feet were entangled, and he could only fall to the ground weakly.

A bright light came suddenly, and the flashing swordsmen lost consciousness and fell to the ground one after another.

This time, Luther was the first to bear the brunt. Under the guidance of Daqin Temple Shaluo, they rushed straight to the location of the Holy Lord of Truth.

It's just that, at some point, there were no more pursuers.

Holding the light and dark swords in his hands, Luther ran fast. When he was busy, he looked at the crimson light screen beside him.

All the brightest information about the light steel sword surfaced on it.

"Light steel sword is the brightest"

"One of the primordial holy swords."

"The holy sword that has been passed down from thousands of years ago was not forged by humans, but was born naturally from the power of the fantasy world."

"Possess characteristics ↓"

"Holy Light:"

"The vast expanse of light will drive away evil, break ominous illusions, erase people's memories, and heal pain and wounds."

"Only those who are recognized can hold the sword of light and be granted the power of light."

"Astigmatism sharp:"

"The sacred blade is proud of its sharpness, and the more brilliant the light released, the sharper the blade will be."

"In the hands of an excellent user, even the [Boundary] invisible to the naked eye can be cut, dividing the holy and the evil into two."

"Sword Transformation:"

"Hosting the soul in the holy sword of light and integrating with it, it can fly freely, or merge into the light, and jump at the speed of light."

"Shadow Warrior:"

"Where there is light, there is shadow. By emitting strong light, you can summon the empty shell shadow warrior born from the light, and you can control it freely through light."

"Shadow fighters have the mobility to deal with sub-light speed battles, and can change their shapes freely."

"The higher the intensity of the light received, the more obvious the outline, and the tougher the body will be. On the contrary, the lower the intensity of the light received, the outline will become blurred, and it can pass through matter without any damage."

"Shadow Warrior..."

Luther glanced over the last text and fell into deep thought.

In Wuming's memory, no matter which generation of swordsmen of light, there is no sign of using this trick.

Just like the swordsmen of darkness hide the shadow-opposing effect of the dark sword and the moon, the swordsmen of light also hide the ability of the shadow warrior to this day.

Although it can be seen at a glance that the former is a special evolution for the latter.

But Luther has fully understood that the hiding of these two abilities is the preparation made by the swordsmen of the past for today.

The conspiracy of the Lord of Truth may have been exposed for a long time.

"It's just ahead!"

Daqin Temple Shaluo shouted, at the end of the corridor, the huge arch has already taken shape.

That is where the Lord of Truth resides.

Fan An frowned and asked, "Don't you think there's something strange about it?"

Luther glanced around, and the prickling feeling of being peeped came from behind, and said slowly:

"The pursuers haven't shown up for a long time, and we've been watched all the time."

"There is no time for hesitation."

He drew out the light and dark swords from his side, and walked quickly towards the arch with a calm expression.

The two followed closely behind.

In the main hall, a man in red sits on a throne.

He was wearing a hood, resting his chin, with a slight smile on his lips.

The Holy Lord of Truth calmly watched Luther and the others enter the hall that only belonged to him.

The wind and snow stopped at some point, and the lazy sunlight fell gorgeously along the painted glass windows of the church behind the throne.

"Thank you, Wuming."

The Lord of Truth took off his hood, revealing a youthful face like Fan An.

He smiled gently, but his narrowed eyes were full of malice.