[Always protect short-term and intermittent high-cold attacks × continue to pretend to be good and occasionally go crazy and suffer]
Xie Heng was about to die on the night of the sect's trial. When he was stabbed in the heart by the claws of the monster, the curse on his wrist was as hot as fire, and all he could think about was "I haven't survived the weak crown yet."
Then came Ember.
Sweeping the snow in Xuanpao, he picked up the monster's head with his sword. When he squatted down and touched his curse mark, his fingertips were slightly cold: "Want to live? Become your master and I will teach you how to use the sword."
Later, Xie Heng vomited blood while practicing the Spirit Sword, and Shen Jin shouldered the backlash of his inner demons for him. She coughed up blood and laughed, "A Heng is making rapid progress";
The elder scolded him as a "cursed waste". Shen Jin directly demolished the martial arts stage and pointed his sword at everyone: "My apprentice, is it your turn to evaluate me?"
Cultivation lasted for no time, until the mastermind behind the scenes jumped out and wanted to take Xie Heng's life to open up the underworld——
Shen Jin blocked the fatal blow for him, blood soaked into the mysterious robe, and put the sword into his hand: "Aheng, use the sword you practiced to kill this Netherworld!"
Xie Heng raised his sword with red eyes, and the sword energy caused snow foam to fly everywhere: "Master, I will protect you this time!"
Intention: Don't worry about the past and don't be afraid of the future.