For half a lifetime, the sword shadowed the dream of the world. One sword left and left the city drunk. That person's interpretation of the words was with me day and night, and the love was unforgettable and worried for the rest of my life. ---Chang Qing
Xu Changqing will never forget the scene when the heavy building collapsed. As soon as the elder's dust rose, the scene of that day appeared in front of his eyes.
Blood filled the sky, and a red lightsaber suddenly came from the clouds, locking the demon, shocking the world.
The alarm sounded, and in the chaos, the arrogant red light surrounded the arrogant flaming monster. A demon-suppressing sword gleamed at the waist of the sword thief. The dusty heavy building looked down at everyone evilly in the green color. Such a familiar aura and courage made Chang Qing suddenly feel dizzy, and he couldn't help but hold his breath.
That was no ordinary power... The Demon Lord came to the world.
So he accepted the mission of the elders magnanimously. It was a big deal for him to save the suffering people in the world. However, he did not expect that he would meet the legendary Demon King again when he went down the mountain. Fate was entangled, and he thought there was no way he could escape.