In the world of cultivation, these weird things happen every day.
After thousands of years of cultivation, she was always struck by lightning for no apparent reason. Liu Shiling was very depressed: "I just want to cultivate immortality! God, you did it on purpose, right?"
The long sword at hand made a sound, and the sword came out of its sheath, hitting Liu Shiling on the head.
Then he roared twice in dissatisfaction and flew back to the scabbard.
Liu Shiling scratched her head: "Okay, okay, I understand the rhyme of the poem. I will be chopped a few more times to collect thunder for you."
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What stories will there be between one person and one sword in these heavens, and what will be the fate of Yuan, a sect that has left the sect for thousands of years?
All in "This Sword Spirit is pretty good-looking"
