Rainstorm Burial Sword

Eighteen years of tenderness is no match for a blood feud. He has no sword in his heart and no sword in his name, but he has cultivated to the pinnacle of swordsmanship by turning objects into swords. On the day of his birthday, his mother died tragically at Xie Huo Sect. He carried the coffin on his back, trampled on the blood, used a dead branch as a sword, and washed away the sect with blood alone. In the shadow of the sword, he was shocked to realize that the swordsmanship of the enemy's sect master was the same as his own. That unexpected question revealed the truth of fate—— The enemy he devoted all his efforts to kill turned out to be his biological father whom he had never met. A sword pierced the heart, father and son killed each other, and the bloody feud turned into eternal regret. The heavy rain washed away the blood, and the green mountains buried all the joy and sorrow, leaving only a piece of the tragic song of Tianjian that echoed in the rivers and lakes.