Three Thousand Swords on Blacksmith Mountain

The icy and cold north. Endless monsters are constantly breaking free from an illusory and twisted crack on the crystal wall of the dreamlike world. The girl looked at the blacksmith aside in shock. "Do you still want to go in?" "Go, why don't you go? This is the only way out." "But, with so many monsters blocking the way, how can you kill them with these broken swords?" Several large swords floated, pulling a simple and rustic sleigh. The blacksmith stood up in the car and waved proudly. "Who said I only have so many swords? It depends on my moves..." Far away from here in Liangzhou, a slightly desolate hill is covered with all kinds of swords. In an instant, these swords trembled as if they had received some kind of call. The swords floated and the soil on the swords was shaken off. Thousands of swords of different colors and strange shapes took off in an orderly manner and flew to the north. "Wow, look, a group of big swords are flying north..."