So Far the Snow Has Fallen into the Night

Ying Suifeng went up the mountain at the age of three, practiced Qi at the age of seven, built the foundation at the age of twelve, and cultivated the golden elixir at the age of eighteen. He was praised by the entire world of cultivation as "a luan with a phoenix-like appearance, and an unparalleled jade." As the proud son of God who is unparalleled in the Shenlin Continent, Ying Sui Feng became famous at a young age and never lost a single battle. At the age of eighteen, he and his senior brother Wen Yaoyin, who grew up together, communicated with each other and succeeded in winning the beauty back. When he grew up to be twenty years old, Wen Yaoyin, who had spent a month and a half before going down to the mountain to make an oath to each other, suddenly stabbed him in the back one day. "I'm sorry, little junior brother, I've fallen in love with someone else." Wen Yaoyin said coldly and decisively. Ying Suifeng spat out a mouthful of blood, and stretched out his hand tremblingly. Before he could even ask "Why", Wen Yaoyin took the second blow without hesitation. In a blink of an eye, the wall fell and everyone pushed him, and Ying Suifeng became a reincarnated demon god who could be punished by everyone in the world of cultivation. Forced into a desperate situation, he desperately fell into the realm of emptiness that was claimed to be able to annihilate everything in Shenlin Continent. A generation of genius has passed away. Unexpectedly, a hundred years later, he would come out of the realm of the void without being a human or a ghost. And when he heard Yaoyin, he changed his mind again. His sweetheart once again became Ying Suifeng, who died a hundred years ago. It's a pity that Ying Suifeng doesn't want to accompany him to play boring dramas of love and love anymore. The number one devil in Shenlin Continent has already broken up with her, and the Zhaoxue Sword, as sharp as clay, points directly at the center of Wen Yaoyin's eyebrows: "I am not dead yet, and I am here to return the sword you used back then." By now the wind and snow have entered the night. It should be the astronomy of hateful sea love that my lover missed but didn't completely miss. Ps: There is another hidden story behind what happened back then, and it's not anyone's fault. Intention: Deep love between old swords and growing old together