"My meridians are all shattered and my bones are broken. How can you, a useless person like you, be worthy of holding a sword?"
On the eve of the sect competition, Gu Changqing was betrayed by his relatives, broke his hands and threw himself off the cliff of despair.
Everyone thought that the Qingyun Sect had a withered bone that no one could restrain, but they didn't know that under the abyss, an ancient sword soul that had been sleeping for thousands of years suddenly awakened!
"Use the broken body as the sheath for the sword, and use the mortal bones to carry ten thousand swords... The closer I am to death, the more powerful my sword can be to kill gods!"
When he returned to the sect with a rusty broken sword in his hand, all the geniuses in the hall changed their colors, and the gods all over the sky bowed their heads!
Anyone who insults me will be killed! Anyone who carries me will be killed!
In all the heavens and realms, those who obey me will prosper, and those who go against me will be killed with one sword!
