The sword pierced the blue sky and was still intact. Standing there for a long time, the wind and snow pass over thousands of mountains!
The sword, the sorrowful soul and the blood shadow are all gone. There is a sound in the sheath, and the glory of the frost blade appears.
The sword's three-foot green edge illuminates the cold. When the light suddenly rises, it seems like snow is blooming.
Now I will spread my sword energy across thirty thousand miles across the sword domain, and the light of one sword will chill nineteen continents. My fate is determined by me and not by God.
In this world where sword energy is everywhere and flying swords kill lives, everything has the intention of the sword. When the wind and clouds surge, the invisible sword energy cuts through the sky, galloping between heaven and earth like a horse in the sky. The speed of the flying sword is as fast as lightning. It can penetrate life and death in an instant, leaving only a wreckage. In this ever-changing arena, the strong are respected, and only by mastering the essence of sword energy can one be proud of the others and stand alone in the world. Countless heroes have stepped into the arena one after another, looking for their own way of swordsmanship.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
