Fantasy: the Night Is Coming

Yuan Zong: "Are you here?" Kuimu Guqing: "You said that everything in the world has souls, so is there such an endless night?" The giant Ayuan in the scene moved accordingly. At the tip of the sword, the invisible and qualityless air was pressed by the sword energy into a transparent semicircle. The giant Ayuan stabbed the space to tremble, and the phenomenon was astonishing! "Three Yuan Xi Sword, if you cultivate the Earth Yuan Xi Sword with Palm Soul Master Realm, I can draw the sword. If you are just human Yuan, you will die." Pei Yang's long hair flew back, and his Qingchen Soul Clothes were blown close to his body, but he still did not draw the sword. Since he realized that the soul of the sword was pulled out of A Yuan from the Sword-washing Cliff, he had fought hundreds of battles and retreated only a few times after being defeated. He even gained the title of Nanzhou Swordsman at a young age. However, due to chance, he had never crossed paths with the famous Qingxuan Swordsman. But in the three continents of East, West and South, countless sword soul cultivators, including him, are all eager to compete with the tyrant sword that is only passed down to one person in a generation. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.