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The bamboo sword turns into a demon, and the white dust stains with ink. When a young man enters the world, he looks back with sadness. "Senior brother, can I have the same talent as you?" A flash of strange color flashed across the sky, and the fortunes of the weather fell on Ye Hui, reflecting the colorful sky. "I don't! I don't want to kill anyone!" Ye Hui swung his sword, blood filled the sky, and killed thousands of demonic cultivators. "Elders, I, Ye Hui, will never step into that evil path." A wisp of demonic energy passed by, black and purple eyes appeared, and Ye Hui looked at the crowd calmly. I am a heretic, but I cannot bear to see this world become ruins... [Visit the world with your sword, speak to the sky with your sword. What do you mean by this, young man with an angry horse] Five continents, two realms and three tribes. The orphan boy caused civil strife in the sect, and the magic sword was repeatedly plotted against him. From softness to decisiveness, from warmth to coldness. Thousands of people have pointed out that Ye Hui climbed up the ladder to realize Taoism in troubled times, and discussed Taoism with his sword. The situation in the five states is changing, and the young man is moving forward bravely with a sword. [Both good and evil regard me as a heretic, just because of a sword in my hand. Rest, rest, my sword rests]