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Qian: Qianxuan sword. A ball of ancient purple energy was tempered by the techniques of yin and yang, two qi and five elements in the Bagua furnace of Taoist Taishang Laojun to become an ancient purple light divine sword, Qianxuan Sword. However, no gods, Buddhas, immortals, or mortals can touch and use it. One sunset, he fell asleep in the mortal world for thousands of years, and hundreds of years later, he merged with the seven purple air Taoist secrets sprinkled by the Taoist ancestors - "Purple Phoenix Flying Heart Method". Xuan: Xuantian Sword. A hundred years ago, the peerless magic weapon fell from the sky, and "Qingzi" used it to create the miraculous "Xuanzhen Sutra". Jiulong: Jiulong knife. A magical weapon endowed with the Nine Dragons, and has the miraculous skill "Nine Dragons Flying to the Sky". At this time, it is the early stage of Dali Kingdom. Three magic weapons appear together. What kind of love and hatred will be played out? What kind of disturbance will various supreme magical powers cause in the martial arts world in the early days of the establishment of Dali Kingdom? At this time, a girl Liu Tingting appears who can control the ancient divine sword Qianxuan Sword. Let's see how the heroine obtains this divine sword, overcomes difficulties and obstacles, merges the seven purple light Taoist secrets, and practices the extraordinary Taoist secret "Purple Phoenix Flying Heart Technique", solves various conspiracies, and achieves the ups and downs of immortal fate. The story begins with an accident of the heroine Liu Tingting...

Life is like a play, tears are like jade, looking at the misty clouds from a distance does not know the fog. Thousands of mountains and rivers are like a shuttle, and we don't know where we are going. The mortal world is full of wastes, and the sages of ancient times have had a hard time with themselves. My worries are like a sea and my mind is like hemp, can I dare to cleanse myself and sigh about the past and present?

Life is like a play, tears are like jade, looking at the misty clouds from a distance does not know the fog. Thousands of mountains and rivers are like a shuttle, and we don't know where we are going. The mortal world is full of wastes, and the sages of ancient times have had a hard time with themselves. My worries are like a sea and my mind is like hemp, can I dare to cleanse myself and sigh about the past and present?