One Person, One Sword, One Awe-Inspiring

Late September, early autumn. The world is vast, the clouds are above Qingzhou, and the clouds are above. An ancient city wall stands on top of the clouds, once again holding up a layer of white clouds. City head. With the sound of war drums, countless men with swords suddenly jumped down from the top of the city, passed through the clouds, and looked far into the sky. In the empty sky and earth, billows of dust hit the city wall. There were also beings as high as mountains, with different shapes, and they were not human. Above the dust, there are countless flying beasts in the sky, all of which are monsters without exception. Those sword cultivators who jumped down from the top of the city stood on the waist of the city with their swords in hand. The flying swords in their hands were slightly unsheathed, revealing half a white light. A white-robed swordsman stood in front of everyone, drawing his sword towards the distant demon clan. In an instant, hundreds of miles of clouds fled away, allowing the scorching sun of the setting sun to pour into the battlefield at will, and the sword fairy in white gave a loud voice. "Gentlemen, let's fight." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.