Thousands of years ago, a line of sword cultivators fought against the sky and were expelled from heaven, and their inheritance was cut off.
Thousands of years later, at the Qingzhou City Soul Testing Conference, young Chen Xian found out that the "Death Lamp" was a life-threatening sign, and the whole city burst into laughter.
No one knew that it wasn't that the spirit stone couldn't detect his life fire, but that it didn't dare to shine.
No one knows the origin of the half-rusted broken sword in his arms that was not accepted by the pawnshop.
Until that night, seven dead men in black broke into the ruined temple where he lived, and no one survived.
Until a drunken old drunkard said in his mind: "Boy, your life has been sealed. The method of sealing you has only been seen once in hundreds of thousands of years."
Until he walked up step by step with the broken sword, and found that the immortals were on the run, the gods were completely dead, this world was a defective product made by others, and there was still a layer of sky above the sky above.
Everyone is asking: Who is this young man?
Chen Xian thought about it seriously: "Me? A reasonable person. I love reasoning the most. If I can't make sense, I will use my sword to talk."
"Then what's the name of your sword?"
"Ah Duan. It's easy to make a living with a bad name."
The world laughs at him as crazy, and God wants to kill him.
But they will soon find out,
In his hands, Fan Tie is still a supreme weapon.
The last sword cultivator in the world is here.
