Lin Yuan opened his eyes, and a piece of divorce paper hit his face.
Fiancée Liu Wan took the hand of Han Xiao, the young master of Cangyun Sect, and asked him to kneel and press his fingerprints. The tribesmen were watching, with sympathy and gloating in their eyes.
Lin Yuan did not read the divorce letter. He looked at his hand - white, slender, without sword calluses or blood stains.
This is a hand from three hundred years ago.
He's back.
In his previous life, he was the strongest sword god in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. He was named Zhenyuan and died together with Guixu. Before he died, he sealed a wisp of his soul into the Zhenyuan Tower, his natal magic weapon, and sent him back three hundred years ago.
Rebirth and return, back to the starting point of all tragedies.
In her previous life, her younger sister Lin Xiaoran was kidnapped by the Cangyun Sect, drained of the Sword God's blood and died. When he arrived, he only saw her cold body, her eyes still open, as if waiting for him. That was his nightmare for three hundred years.
This time, there are still three days until my sister is arrested.
Deep in his mind, Zhenyuan Tower shook. A lazy voice sounded: Oh, Master Sword God, we meet again.
That was Master Yuan - a ray of soul left behind by his previous life. To put it bluntly, he is scolding himself.
Lin Yuan tore up the divorce letter, and slapped Han Xiao on the face in front of the shocked eyes of the audience.
Master Yuan popped up a light screen: Ding, it was detected that the host slapped the face of his previous enemy. I am very happy. One percent of the sword intent from the previous life has been returned.
From Lin'an City to Nanhuang, from Zhongzhou to Nine Heavens and Ten Lands. People who were let down in the previous life, people who were too late to save - this time, no one can be left behind.
The sword god is reborn and the madman protects his sister. Anyone who touches my sister will be killed no matter how far away she is.
