Waste? Open your eyes wide open and see clearly, this is called the Zhuxian Sword!
Ji Heng was born with a severed sword bone. His sword was broken in public by the sect, and he was kicked out of the mountain gate in humiliation by stepping on his face. No one knew that in the depths of his consciousness, there was an ancient rusty sword of unknown origin hanging. An inch of the scabbard fell off, and the spiritual swords within a hundred-mile radius whined at the same time, with their sword tips all pointing in the same direction. When the former senior brother came to kill him with his ninth-grade sword, Ji Heng just pointed his fingers like a sword and swung it down gently.
One sword, ten thousand swords return to the clan. Since then, the Immortal Sect has collapsed, the way of heaven has been rewritten, and his sword has been aimed at the nine heavens.
