Sword Cultivator

In the cosmic calendar year 83759937, the spiritual energy gradually faded away. There was lightning and thunder, and an old man with a tall crown stood in the sky, looking at Ning Wei in despair. He knew he shouldn't have come here. "I'm really just passing by, can you please don't kill me! I'm willing to give you all my wealth." Ning Wei had a smile on his face and whispered softly: "I'm fooled. I'm not a murderer. How could I kill you? But can I borrow something?" The old man with a high crown suddenly looked hopeful, "Wha, what, little brother, tell me, I will definitely give it." Brush! The sword flashed and a human head fell to the ground. "Your life!" Ning Wei fled in an instant, leaving behind wreckage and blood everywhere.