A Sword to Right the World's Wrongs and Protect All Beneath Heaven

Follow-up: Seeing this, the person in his arms died, and a sad smile appeared on Gu Qinghuan's face. He picked up the Hexi sword that fell beside him and wiped it hard on his neck - I will not live with you, but for your sake, I am willing to die for you! But death is not the end. "Xiao Huan, you wake up!" Gu Qinghuan opened his eyes again, and what he saw was Wu Ziran who had just finished sword practice on his birthday three days ago. "I, this is..." "Xiao Huan, Nuo, here you go!" Wu Ziran smiled and handed a palm-sized white rabbit to Gu Qinghuan's hand. "You go back and wait for me first. In this life, I seem to have enlightened you in advance!" As Wu Ziran spoke, a sense of awe came from him. Like a flower in the sunglasses, he wields his sword! This time, the sword blew away the clouds and cracked the armor, and all the swords in the world bowed down. This time, he is no longer heavy-handed, he is laughing! "I, Xiao Huan Sword Immortal, shall slay the demons and behead them!"