
Cold Sword Valley
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Cold moon, solitary peak, immeasurable, purple light. The blood is full of hatred, the cold moon sword is unsheathed, the soul is flying, the ghost is crying and the wolf is howling. Xu You captured Huo Linglong as a blessing in disguise in Wuliang Mountain's Ziguang Cave. His inflated desire made him want to dominate the martial arts world. The heat wave swept across the entire Central Plains martial arts world. The heat sect was rampant and tyrannical, and the people were filled with resentment. No one in the world knows his last name or where he comes from. He was always alone, climbing to the top of the snow-capped mountains in the early morning on his accustomed days, watching the red sun rise in the east, and lying on the stone slabs of the hillside under the setting sun to enjoy the fading sunlight. In the mist, an old man in white told him that there was a cold sword valley far away outside the Great Wall. There was a cold moon sword there, which could deal with Xu You's Linglong sword. He took off his rags and set out with a bamboo stick. He was also fifteen years old at that time. Five years have passed, and there is a handsome young man in the world with a bamboo stick in his hand, dressed in white, who appears and disappears in various branches of the Re style. The power of the Re style is slowly dwindling, and the martial arts world is horrified by it. The real battle is here... Cold light, life-taking, no bloody sword visible.
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