We Sword Cultivators Would Rather Break Than Bend

Xie Zheng died in the year he thought he was lucky. He was forced to go to the altar, but the ancient Feng Yuqin who recognized him as his master in turn restricted his spiritual veins. The master who once had thousands of stars fall down to form a magnificent star map, just to let him understand the song of breaking formation, said with gentle eyes: The sacred tree is the foundation of the sect. Only your blood can rejuvenate the sacred tree and protect the sect's glory. Do you understand? The senior brother who once stirred up the dance of flowers all over the sky and transformed into a thousand changes of sword light just for him to practice the ancient sword music didn't know whose shadow he looked at through his eyes, and chuckled: Did you know that Feng Yuqin was originally my junior brother's natal weapon? It chose you, which means that my junior brother chose you—— The little senior brother who once promised to take him through the mountains and rivers to slay demons and slay demons together, chanting Sanskrit music and determined to accompany him to understand the demon-suppressing songs, only had cold blood in his eyes: As long as I can resurrect my little junior brother, I am willing to spend my whole life to atone for my sins, I'm sorry. And the fiancé, who was connected to his heart and felt the endless affection in the Spring Song, caressed his face, with regret in his eyes: It's a pity that this face looks nothing like him. If it were more similar, it would be more perfect. Although your face is... Xie Zheng: Thank you very much. This stand-in literature can be regarded as understood by you. ——When I opened my eyes again, it was already a hundred years later. What he held in his hand was no longer a piano that belonged to others, but a sword that only belonged to him. ** Ning Weizhi has been suppressed by the sacred tree in the abyss of the earth for nearly ten thousand years. As long as his soul wears away in time and is absorbed by the earth, he will completely disappear from the world. There is no longer any demon god Ning Weizhi in the world. I don't know since when, the roots of the sacred tree were gradually soaked in blood, and the smell of this blood made him awaken little by little in the earth's veins. Until one day, Shenmu suddenly went crazy, the earth's veins were torn, and he regained his freedom. Ning Weizhi: Good guy, I'm ready to die, why do you want me to do this? The remnant soul fell into the body of a tattered young man. When he was half-dead, he saw a red-clothed swordsman carrying a wooden sword, smashing the monster that almost tore him apart with one sword. The young man in red with a worthless smile was so beautiful that it almost dazzled Ning Weizhi. The young man stretched out his hand towards him: Are you okay? Looking at the white fingers that were still stained with blood, Ning Weizhi felt his heart beat from silence to losing rhythm, and thought: No, something is wrong with him, and it is quite a big matter. Love at first sight or something like that, this thing is definitely going to be a big deal. ** ——May I ask your name? ——My name declines, the sword cultivator declines [Indomitable, I would rather break than bend. It looks like a little sun, but in fact it is cruel and ruthless. · Do not believe in the evil sword and practice it. & The tattered and half-dead man looks like he can't fight, but in reality he is even more cruel and ruthless. Love Brain Demon God's Attack] Purpose: Make yourself better without fear of worldly limitations