Qing Xiao, the most powerful swordsman in the world of cultivation for three hundred years, struck the King of Glory with a sword while in retreat.
When I opened my eyes, I saw the 0-8 record, and in my ears was the mechanical female voice of "Defense your tower". She looked at the fire-breathing machine in front of her and the weird monk with a health bar, and silently clenched her natal sword.
Then a sword split the defense tower in half.
System prompt: [Warning! No house demolition allowed!
Li Bai looked at the girl in white who fell from the sky and called him his ancestor when they met, and explained for the umpteenth time: "I'm really not your ancestor——"
"The genealogy is the proof, and the sword's intention is the proof." Li Qingxiao saluted with his sword in his arms, and his words were sonorous, "Li Qingxiao, the thirty-seventh generation swordsman of the Li family in Longxi, has met the ancestors of Taibai."
Li Bai: "... Okay, call me whatever you like."
