Demon Sword Life and Death Record

Three generations of love, the pain of reincarnation, smiling for a beauty, one night of gray hair, ten years of dreams, sacrificing one's life to the devil's path, true love is hard to break, a life of misery, for whom the tears fall, for whom the heart is broken, a half-life fate, no regrets and no regrets. A magic sword cuts through the sky of thousands of wars, leaving behind thousands of bones. A magic sword splits the dust of the floating world, cuts off thousands of love threads. The sword points to the three realms. It's not me who is against heaven, but heaven is against me! The sword asks the six paths, who can compete with the sedan chair of heaven? Looking at the great road of the world, the sword is made into the way of heaven. When the dust settles, looking back at the world, the sword is tired and the sword is tired. The world is full of smiles. The idiots say when will the dream of grudges and hatreds stop. Looking at the world of mortals, the beauty is fluttering with the fragrance of camellias and does not care about worldly affairs. At the end of the world, the breeze is accompanied by clouds and withered leaves, and the world is at home in my chest. Smell the fragrance of flowers, who blooms for a short period of time, not because of infatuation, but for the fragrance of flowers. … This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.