In the Song Dynasty, he used the natural sword bones to defeat all kinds of magic with one sword.
She once thought that the only person in the world who could stand side by side with her was Hang Shu.
They entered the master's school together and entered the secret realm together. Everyone in the world of cultivation said that these two people have unparalleled talents. In the future, they will form a contract to achieve enlightenment and realize immortality together.
——Until something happened in the secret realm of the ghost cave, Hang Shu fell, the soul lamp was extinguished, and the sword returned to the clan.
She put the sword into the sect's sword tomb with her own hands, while thirteen-year-old Hang Huai knelt in front of the sword tomb, biting his lip.
She raised her hand to rub the top of his hair and said calmly: "It doesn't matter, I will protect you from now on."
She protected him, treated him like a biological brother, and protected him all the way to the sky.
She never noticed when the young man's admiration for her turned into paranoia, into silent admiration, into... Thoughts that he shouldn't have.
He stared at her back, mad with jealousy.
She loved Hang Shu.
Hang Huai knows.
So he practiced hard and tried his best to stand beside her.
He thought he had finally waited.
But the dead man has returned.
Hang Shu stood in front of her, his muscles and veins were destroyed, his spiritual roots were shattered, and he couldn't even hold the sword.
And Hang Huai stood beside her, with unparalleled grace and sword aura.
The two looked at each other, once brothers, now mortal enemies.
"Senior sister, what happened in the past is in the past." Hang Huai chuckled with gloomy eyes, "You have liked him for so many years, why not try to like me?"
Hang Shu raised his eyes, the ends of his eyes were slightly red, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Hang Huai, do you think she will choose you?"
The swords and lights intertwined, and murderous intent suddenly appeared.
The brothers turned against each other and became obsessed with each other.
And her sword is only unsheathed for herself.
Song Shiyu drew his sword slowly, the sword energy reached the sky, and the cold light reflected on the two of them.
——The sword comes out.
Purpose: An enlightened person does not need a love brain.