Zhu Xian Zhi Wushang

Several years have passed, and the West Wind Ancient Road has passed. One man, one sword, thousands of troops. The lonely and thin figure slowly shook off the blood on the long knife, silently retracted his sight that stretched to the horizon, and sighed, "It's been a long time." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.