Junior Master of the Sword Sect

The sword cannot be covered with dust. Above the heavenly steps, holding a three-foot green blade, facing away from all sentient beings... Knives must not rust. A swordsman in this mortal world must be obsessed with white sharp edges and warm heat... I don't dare to calculate all the hexagrams, but I use my feelings deeply. If I don't learn what I have learned throughout my life, it will be difficult to change the rest of my life... It's useless, is it a scholar? Full of passion and steel, he would rather die than live! An angry spear points thousands of seas, how can it cover up its brilliance? Thunder and wind dance, the sky changes color? Controlling water and fire, ethereal fairy traces, transformed spirits are hard to find! Hundreds of schools of thought contend, Taoists and Buddhas are united, the sky phoenix crows, the ancient world is vast and vast, who is in charge of the ups and downs? A blood letter appeared from a dream, pulling Li Mobai into a vast magical world. Thousands of years have passed since the deeds of the three thousand sword cultivators of the Sword Sect guarding Tianyun Pass. Now, the Sword Sect has long been in decline. As the junior uncle of the Sword Sect, he decided to do something... A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. When you reach the top one day, you can see the beautiful scenery of these fourteen states and the boundless wild mountains and rivers!