Reborn as a Broken Sword

I was reborn again, still with a broken sword. This sword was too rusty. "Saintess, if you want to save the sect from death, you must get the legendary holy sword." A female Nascent Soul elder who had been single for a thousand years knelt on the ground in tears: "I have been pursuing the Holy Sword for three hundred years. I only hope that the Holy Sword can help me break the mirror and become a god. I am willing to give up everything and become a slave." The lawless and troubled female devil faced the holy sword and knelt down on one knee with her eyes full of caution. In order to compete for the Holy Sword, major interfaces would not hesitate to start a war. Liu Lang was very troubled. He just wanted to practice quietly and transform into a human form. However, there are always people who want to be his pet, which is really tiring.