Endless weeds, immortal stars in the sky, a sword stained with blood, a sword buried in the sky, and a young man holding the sword. In this era of declining swordsmanship, young Chen Luo rose from a small town to slay gods and saints. On the top of the mountain, under the dome, the young man held a sword and looked up at the sacred sky, and uttered a voice that made all the saints tremble: "I would rather suffer eternal destruction than seek liberation from the saints!"
Reader comments
What a great book. The pace and everything are so good.
The words are closely linked and the plot is connected, showing the brilliance of martial arts, presenting a picture of feathers and feathers, reflecting the various aspects of human nature. This is a novel that is endlessly memorable, comparable to Tudou's Battle of the Cang.
Why don't you continue writing this book?
Not bad, what I wrote at the beginning is okay, but I don't know what happens next.
What a great book. The pace and everything are so good.
The words are closely linked and the plot is connected, showing the brilliance of martial arts, presenting a picture of feathers and feathers, reflecting the various aspects of human nature. This is a novel that is endlessly memorable, comparable to Tudou's Battle of the Cang.
Why don't you continue writing this book?
Not bad, what I wrote at the beginning is okay, but I don't know what happens next.