In the 50,000-year human-monster battlefield, a hundred thousand immortals disappeared like a tide in one night.
But there was a figure in a green shirt, swimming upstream.
One person fought against hundreds of millions of monsters for more than ten years.
Once upon a time, an ancient relic of the sword-swallowing dragon was willing to die and destroyed the green lotus sword of the swordsman in blue.
The swordsman fell from thirteen to golden elixir.
The demonic tide surged forward, and the swordsman faced his death calmly.
But he still wanted to strike again.
There was no sword at my side, so I remembered the words from my old friend.
"If you don't have a long sword, you can borrow one and hand it over."
The swordsman lends his sword to heaven and earth.
First there were five hundred and thirty-six characters, which shot out from under the battlefield and turned into long swords.
Then there are the withered bones of all eternity, transformed into a long sword, hanging at the swordsman's side.
There are millions of swords in the world, crossing the boundless sea, rushing to help.
The swordsman cried with joy, then gathered his thoughts.
"You have a sword-swallowing true dragon that can destroy my Green Lotus Fairy Sword. Then can you have three million?"
The swordsman spoke every word and shouted loudly.
"I have three million divine swords, which can kill all the monsters in the world!"
