When he was eighteen years old, there was only one sword fight between Jian and Fan.
The master is dead, killed by Qingshuang Sword.
For Jianbao, Jian Fan lived for another eight years.
She just wanted to wait until the tenth year to finish the unfinished sword debate.
Hold the sword in your hand and be the best sword in the world.
Eighteen-year-old Yan Nanmu left home on his own because of his ridiculous behavior.
Also in that year, he saw Jian Fan covered in blood at the top of Zhongsheng Tower, riding a red horse with Qingshuang in hand, pulling a box of escort carts, and walked to the door of a store.
"Sword Castle Simplified and Traditional, come and hand over the sword and escort."
His mind went blank, his blood boiled, and his heart beat passionately.
He thought they were too weak to win.
How could a libertine and a genius swordsman meet?
But that day, she held the Qingshuang Sword, pointed at it and asked herself, "Yan Nanmu?"
Her voice is really nice.
Concept: The genius swordsman's self-rescue and the libertine's other rescue