Hold the Sword up to the Sky

It's too late to learn the magic formula, and it's too late for Baiyun to return to the valley. Immortal visitors come from all over to pay homage to the gods, but no immortal head is seen turning around. Poems, wine, tea, swords and flowers. When destiny is destined to calamity, Qiongguang Post will be divided. People came from all directions, and the three-foot-long blade was covered with frost and cold. Killer, bone sharpener. My name is Wu Liang, kind-hearted Liang, and I am a swordsman! If you want to kill, kill!