The sword, with its sharp energy piercing the clouds and still intact, stood there for a long time, while the wind and snow rolled over thousands of mountains! The sword, the soul's blood shadow disappeared, the scabbard rang, and the frost blade suddenly appeared. The sword's three-foot green edge flashed with cold light. The light suddenly appeared, like snow suddenly blooming.
With a long sword in his hand, green cyclones were surging around him. Amidst the whistling sound, the sword's edge was like a tiger's, moving forward indomitably. The sharp edge reflected on the white blade.
A generation of sword immortals named Lian Xin, cultivates sword energy, follows the path of swordsmanship, fights against Taoists, challenges Buddhism, the Demon Slayer Sect, fights against the sky, the earth, and the sky.
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