The Wind Blows and the Sword Chants

[Fantasy, spiritual beasts, single male protagonist, no system, revenge, passionate] "Thirteen years of hatred has been sent to the wind, and a sword and inkstone cut off the traces of evil." There was frost that could not be melted between his brows, but his thin body stood as tall and straight as a pine tree. His plain cloth robe could not cover up the cool breeze around him. Only when he mentioned the grievances of the past, blood-colored obsession filled his eyes as heavy as a cold pool. After thirteen years of sharpening the sword, using the broom as the edge and the heart as the shield, I realized the agility of the wind and mastered the true meaning of "defeating clumsiness with skill". When the wind condensed on my fingertips turned into a blade, it was as sharp as a thunderous giant flying through the sky. Every shadow of the sword was made to avenge the sea of ​​blood. The edge of the sword refers to the injustice of evil and evil, and the evil hidden under hypocrisy; a green edge follows the wind, and he spends his life in the wind and snow fighting for revenge. Using the wind as a blade and hatred as a guide, he walks on the waves where good and evil meet, just to use the blood of his enemies to sacrifice the souls of his family.