Frostbound Sword Tribulation

Very good, invincible The frosty crane suddenly condensed three inches from the tip of the sword The young man stood with his hands behind his back, a thousand years of snow dripping from his clothes. The white is the first ray of moonlight drawn from the top of Kunlun, and the hair is the frozen star waterfall when the Milky Way pours down. Before the broken sword was unsheathed, the stars in the sky had already begun to arrange hexagrams along his eyelashes. The young man with the ultimate ice bloodline took up the banner of rejuvenation of the human race, but his fate was ill-fated... The shadow of the sword flashed across the autumn water, and the young man's smile cut through a thousand swords. The mountains and rivers are still green, and the stars in the sleeves are nineteen continents.