Don't Force Me to Use My Sword Again in Grief and Anger

The body of the Nine-Yang Xuanzhen Sword Saint who was born for ten thousand years, could not take a closer look at the clouds rolling in the sky. He only listened to the command, and the swords roared and killed wildly, and the flesh and blood flew everywhere and the creatures were charred! At the moment when the head of evil was intimidated, the divine sword exploded with huge ruthless power, killing the demon tyrant instantly with a decisive blow! The swords and flowers shot out one after another, like a furious bees and lions, like thunder and lightning sweeping away! … The yang and yin storm roars out, turning the grass and trees, dust and rocks flying, but its front cannot be attacked! In the absurd origin, tears flooded the world with bitterness, but could not drown the excitement of the sword energy soaring to the sky!