You Speak a Dialect, but You Still Want to Be a Swordsman?

"The sun at Chaotian Pier is so poisonous that it cannot penetrate the coldness in people's hearts." He looked at the blood stains, smiled foolishly, and said with determination in his eyes: "After all, we have to start from the first step stained with blood..." "If this road is paved with blood, then I, Gu Xiaohan... Will walk on blood." He looked at the money bag in the overseer's waist and the whip in his hand that was beating the porter. It turns out that if you want to enjoy the sunshine on this pier, you must either have a money bag around your waist or a whip in your hand. And in the palm of his hand, Gu Xiaohan, was holding a sword that could split shadows. Looking at the river in front of him, Gu Xiaohan said with high spirits: "I not only want to be a swordsman, but I also want to be a swordsman, a great swordsman, and a world-famous great swordsman." He turned to look at the woman who was coveted by thousands of men on the pier: "Aunt Feng, have you seen the Sword Immortal?" Aunt Feng looked at the young man in front of her who had such a masculine look: "I've seen it before... The future great swordsman in front of me!" "Haha! I don't want to be too lonely on the road to becoming a Sword Immortal. Can you accompany me?" On the top of the cliff, Gu Xiaohan stood with his hands behind his hands, looking down at the starry formation set up by a hundred thousand monks. He pointed his sword at the sky: "You ants dare to stop me from attaining enlightenment?" A streak of blood-colored sword energy tore through the clouds, "Shadow-Eating Sword... Follow me to kill the enemy!" The sword energy penetrated the sky. "If I become a demon, all the worlds will become battlefields. If I become an immortal, the rules of this world... I have the final say!"