Jian Shuang Lu

[I once cut off the long river of time just to pick up the bloody sword spike - but this time, I want to rewrite the fate of the entire world. In the twenty-third year of the Dayin Apocalypse, the spiritual energy tide of the Three Lands and Seven Seas ushered in the third round of surge. When the Heavenly Dao Monument above the sky suddenly shattered, the fissures in the demonic realm that had been dormant for hundreds of years were swallowing up the human world. In this troubled time when heaven is about to fall, a young man whose sword bones were cut out holds the sword destined to kill gods. Jiang Han will always remember that snowy night, the crisp sound of the three hundred green swords of Langya Sword Pavilion being snapped. The young sect leader who used to be the leader of the swordsmanship is now struggling to survive in the Demon Sect's blood pool dragging his broken body. Until he discovered in the forbidden area of ​​Yaowang Valley that his shattered Dantian actually contained the cocoon of cause and effect left by a strong man in the ancient creation realm who reversed time and space. "The choice of the master of the Shadow Sword has never been based on the sword's bones, but on whether one dares to use the sword against the destiny." When the rusty ancient sword broke out of the land of Dragonfall, the entire Cangwu Continent's masters heard the trembling roar of Heaven's Dao. This is a world full of contradictions and choices: -The demon sect witch planted the flower of the other side at the end of the long river of time, just to give him a chance of life. -The Holy Maiden of Yaowang Valley knelt down and shattered three thousand ice steps, but the elixir she asked for was tempered with poison that penetrated the intestines. -The abandoned son of the royal family lit the soul lamp of the Secret Guard of the Twelve Earthly Branches, and the white bones under the dragon chair were reflected in the firelight. "You said that sword cultivators can't defeat the destiny after all?" Jiang Han's horizontal sword wiped across the sky of Tianxu Continent, and a hundred thousand broken swords rose up in the sky behind him, each one reflecting the broken Heavenly Dao Monument: "Then let this sky-filled sword frost——" "——Change the world of heaven!"