I Was Wandering the Streets in Martial Arts

Yan Hui, a disciple of Qingxiao Mountain, only practices one sword. Others laughed at him for being stupid, but he said: "The sword is me, and I am the sword." After ten years of hard work, a sword is unsheathed and the cold light reflects the moon. Turmoil in the world suddenly arises, the secret treasure of the previous dynasty appears, and forces from all directions are undercurrent. Yan Hui, shouldering the heavy responsibility of being a master, stepped into the center of this whirlpool alone. The direction of the sword is not for fame and fortune, but for the way in the heart. He looked coldly at the heroes, lifted the tip of his sword lightly, and broke through thousands of conspiracies. This is his own path to enlightenment—— With the sword in my hand, I ask everyone in the world, who can take my move? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.