On the night when Qingzhou City was destroyed, Mo Han fled in blood with his eight-year-old girl on his back, but an ancient sword spirit with a poisonous tongue jumped out of his awakened Nine Nether Veins.
"Fighting is all about beauty!" Silver-haired Xuan Xiao stepped on the enemy's head to teach swordsmanship, "The way you move the frozen wolf meat skewers is uglier than the Zuixianlou cook chopping off fish heads."
In order to protect the little girl Mo Li who was born with the blood of the Flame Phoenix, Mo Han's Xuan Shuang Sword Qi in his left hand was frozen for thousands of miles, and the remnant soul of the Demon Sword in his right hand swallowed up the heavens. The four major sword sects are encircling and suppressing? He lifted up the coffin board of the Heavenly Ghost Sect Master and used it as a slide; to seize the treasure in the ancient secret realm? He tied the mythical beast with a fairy rope and used it as a sled dog.
On the hilarious escape route, life and death crises are always distorted by Sword Spirit——
"The fact that your mother stole the Demon Lord's obscene clothes is enough to exchange for three spiritual stone mines!"
"Don't lick the sword! That's the sugar-coated haws of ice that I used my sword energy to ice!"
When the Nine Nether Veins devoured the last seal, Mo Han discovered that the person who had frozen Xuan Xiao three thousand years ago was actually his mother who had been reincarnated for hundreds of generations.
The bond between ice and fire will eventually burn through this absurd world where the sword is the most important thing.
