I have a sword that started from a humble beginning and is extremely heavy.
My people and my sword are all mediocre.
All the demons, demons and immortals in the sky are just within this sword.
In the room where the green sword hangs, the white clothes are more beautiful than the snow.
In the era when frost kills all kinds of grass, Wang Qing's future is full of fog. He can only trust his fists and the sword in his hand. He will fight against the earth and the sky, and his sword bones will eventually be forged into a mortal sword.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.