Sword Qi Upward

Who would like to read this kind of suppressed article? You must be slapped in the face, slapped hard in the face. It makes me feel bad all over. As for being in a good mood?

Men become hostile when they see the protagonist, women become infatuated when they see the protagonist, and even the protagonist feels aggrieved in various ways. I have strength but I just don't say it. I just wait for others to cause me a lot of trouble and then pretend to slap me in the face. I said that the protagonist is here to slay demons, but in fact every time there is a demon. The demon always pretends to be aloof when he appears, and the protagonist is set up as a lone ranger, but he has to join the crowd to cause a lot of trouble for himself. Both incidents give people the feeling that the protagonist does not care about other people's opinions and only cares about his own actions. So if you only care about yourself and kill the demons, won't it be over? The protagonist is obviously very strong but has to keep a low profile and then lets a group of mindless passerby villains mess with the protagonist and make him pretend to be cool. The routine is really a bit too old.

What the hell are you talking about? It makes no sense.

I hope the protagonist is more violent. Futianshi just sees the protagonist playing the piano every day and letting others do it. It's too girly, so I didn't read it. I hope the protagonist in this book has a stronger sense of power.

Every time I get a new picture, I meet people from the local sect, and then I am looked down upon, then I kill the monster, then I pretend to be slapped in the face, and I finally reveal my identity. The story line from just coming down the mountain to Yunmengze and then to the West Sea is exactly the same. Can you come up with something new and change the map to an unlimited set of templates?

I wrote it in the direction of making a TV series. If you really like reading novels, you don't need to read it. Low-level martial arts, pure swordsmanship, and martial arts training, women are curious and entangled, it is 2025, this is something written without treating the readers as human beings. If you really want to read high-quality novels, let's work together to boycott such novels and don't give them any popularity. Otherwise, in the future, they will all write this kind of novels like The Controller and then remake TV series to make money.

I am Li Fan, a swordsman pushed by fate. My sword has never been for the purpose of slaying demons, but to protect the home called "Lishan" behind me. I remember that when I held the sword for the first time, the old blind man's hand was still very steady. He said that the sword is a killing weapon, and Lishan disciples would have no regrets with their swords, but that year I couldn't even fasten the tassel of the sword securely. Before I was seventeen years old, I always thought that the world was divided into black and white, until I saw with my own eyes the skeleton of a young girl imprisoned under the Chenghuang Temple. The ghosts and gods granted by the imperial court were more ferocious than demons. That day I dismantled the golden body of the City God, and Brother Wen's sword intent enveloped Lin'an City. Only then did I understand what it means to "talk about benevolence and righteousness, but behind it all is cannibalism." Later, when I asked about the three thousand sword souls in the Sword Valley, a white-haired senior asked me to kill him to achieve enlightenment. When I stabbed his chest with my sword, I suddenly thought of the old blind man coughing up blood and trying to collect demon pills for me. They say sword cultivators should be ruthless and unjust, but if you can't even defend your master's gate, what's the use of this sword? That day I refused the inheritance from my predecessor because he said that my master was a waste - Lishan could not live without his peerless swordsmanship, but he could not live without Uncle Wu Tong who knelt down to beg his master to use his sword, and without my senior sister who carried me behind my back in the snow to ask for medicine. The people in the West Emperor Palace said that I was killing indiscriminately, and the monks from the Song family were holding innocent little demons in chains and were going to hold a demon-slaying convention. It's really ironic. When Senior Yu Qing's dragon's blood dyed the North Sea red, where were these righteous paths? I roasted dragon meat in front of the law enforcement elders, not because I was arrogant, but just to let those sanctimonious people see clearly: Li Shan's sword is never afraid of being stained with blood, but only kills those who deserve to be killed. The most painful thing was that the girl in red rode away before dawn. When her father's spear was inserted into the demon's body, I was breaking through to the master level. Later, the warmth when she hugged me was more scorching than the Dragon Demon Pill, but I knew that there was a long way to go, and some people were destined to bear the blood feud alone. Just like my senior sister who is always guarding my practice on the edge of the cliff, when the tip of her hair sweeps across the edge of the sword, I would rather never understand the art of swordsmanship. Now standing on the top of Mount Li, watching Jiang Tai'a's sword soar into the sky in Lingxiao Pavilion, I suddenly understood why the old blind man always said, "The future is hidden in the Sword Valley." Back then, Master Gao's deified sword went straight into the imperial city, even though his eyes were gouged out, he still wanted to save the disciples who came down from the mountain; when Brother Wen's flying sword carried the dragon's corpse back to the sea, his eyes reflected the entire dusk in Dali. My sword doesn't have to be as earth-shattering as theirs. As long as it can protect the morning dew on Shenxiu Peak and the hot air when my senior sister makes tea, it will live up to the spirit of the sword that reaches the sky. Storytellers in the world always like to tell the legend of the Lishan Sword Head, but little do they know that the most thrilling thing is never the light of the sword. It's the breast mirror that my uncle secretly placed in front of my room. It's Liu Ji who chose to stay at Shenxiu Peak even though she could escape. It's the red string I gave to Li Hongyi's silver gun tied around it. These things that are heavier than the sword make my hand holding the sword never tremble.

All I can say is rubbish, is it human beings who give more than 4 stars? 😌

This author is so interesting. I really want everyone to boycott this book. If you can't write it, then don't write it.

Some people praise, some slander, but most of them are your old fans. Come on, author, just update one more chapter every day. Their comments are irrelevant. If you like to read, read more. If you don't like to read, you can read other books.