Qin Jiulan

The mountains and rivers are majestic and the sky is green. Qin Jiulan raised his hand and waved, and the Wuxin Sword fell steadily into his hand. The sword roared like thousands of horses roaring past, the cold wind blew, and in a deserted place ten miles away, there was a man in red clothes holding a sword. "There is an inner demon born because of me. This battle must be fought." Although she was as thin as a small tree swaying in the wind, she refused to fall and stood firm to regain her way, even if she sacrificed herself, sweeping across the entire blue continent like a wildfire. He looked up and saw the rays of light suddenly appearing, and the wind and waves rising. "The wind is picking up."