My Master Is a Swordsman

Master of Sword Immortal, with green snakes on his sleeves and a sword in his chest. One sword comes from the east and one sword goes to the west. One person has blocked a million swords, and one sword has defeated a million divisions. Here comes the sword! Disciple of a cheap immortal; dig holes, poison, and beat sap. Before I draw my sword, the enemy falls. How lonely is it to be invincible? Who can take my sword? Come on! Many years later, when Master Sword Immortal was dying, he called his disciple Sword Immortal to him, with a face full of reluctance: "I have fought thousands of miles in my life, and fought more than a hundred battles, big and small. I am invincible at the pinnacle of swordsmanship. But if I don't see my disciple hand out a sword, I will not rest in peace." The disciple of the Sword Immortal held a three-foot green blade in his hand, his eyes dim with tears, "I only have one sword, which can move mountains, cross seas, destroy cities, and kill immortals. Master, let's see, I am invincible in the world today..."