The Last Swordsman on Earth

I have a sword that chills all the nine states, and all the geniuses in the world are dejected. This is still here, but it is the revival of spiritual energy, the blue star after the end of the law, the awakening of all races, the change of disaster, the disappearance of gods, the disappearance of immortals and demons, the remains of wind and sand, and the long burial of ancient swords. Huang Wuwang came with the training system, and with a three-foot long sword, he marched bravely and vigorously tore through this era of declining human race and lonely swordsmanship. Surrounded by strong enemies, Huang Wuwang lowered his eyes. He calmly picked up the wine bottle at his waist, as relaxed and comfortable as a good friend talking, and said with a faint smile. "Don't be impatient, gentlemen. When I finish drinking this pot of wine, it won't be too late to die again." (Updated once a day, no updates unless prompted.)