The Greatest Swordsman in All Time

The shadow of the sword hangs in the palm, and the sea of ​​clouds dries up at the thought. This world of immortality has flourished to this day, with immortal sects rising together and thousands of races competing for the throne. On the Luoshui River, the sound of the banished immortal's flute is melodious and heartbreaking. In Beidi Pass, Han Guangzhao, a majestic young man in iron clothes, has fought thousands of miles. In Xianlingyuan, the emperor's son was born, the flags covered the sun, and the evil spirit rose into the sky. In Jiuchong Mountain, the great sage cuts the coffin, fishes on the cliff, and waits for the gate of immortality to open forever. The great calamity is approaching, and all the saints and monsters are born, chasing the ethereal destiny. And in a corner of Dongzhou, inside the Qingxuan Sect. The young man first set foot on the path of immortality, and with the help of a small sword, he embarked on the path of the ultimate sword. Many years later A long sword can cut through three thousand steps of the Jade Tower of the Nine Heavens, and can cut off the blue-falling underworld for a hundred thousand years. A single thought causes the heaven and earth to tremble, and a single sword strike causes thousands of immortals to fall. All sentient beings raise their heads and see me as if I were floating in the sky! (It's not slow, unsystematic, fast-paced, purely male, not repressed. The purpose of cultivating immortality is not to sing as much as you want and to do whatever you want in the world. Then isn't my cultivation of immortality in vain?)