I Am Dressed as a Flying Sword, Using My Body as a Scabbard

Traveling to the world of immortality, Wang Ping opened his eyes from the body that had just died and smiled bitterly, "Hey, I'm actually a flying sword? Is there a factory setting to protect the Wang family?" In this world, demons are at work, and various practitioners take turns fighting each other, causing harm to the common people. Wang Ping, who just wanted to live freely and didn't want to be refined by others, had no choice but to live in his body. Who would have thought that this physical scabbard would actually be on the must-kill list of the three major forces. Fortunately, Feijian survived the first wave of attacks thanks to its own magical power of "You can't control your life and death, and your heart and sword can cut it yourself". Save those who are destined to die, cut off the cause and effect, and cleverly seize a ray of karma. Kill the person who deserves to die, take away the chance of life, and refine it into a grain of desert ice. In order to protect himself, Wang Ping could only polish the scabbard desperately, use desert ice to stimulate his body's energy and blood, and train him to the pinnacle of martial arts, with a perfect golden body. The qi and blood of the physical body are like a furnace, warming and nourishing the flying sword. The fire of karma quenches the edge and polishes the edge of the sword. Then, Wang Ping found that the scabbard was too strong and he couldn't get out. Under the siege of dozens of practitioners, Wang Ping, who suffered dozens of fatal injuries, had a flying sword in his hand and grinned: "What a skill, you can actually help me unsheath it. Gentlemen, listen to the dragon's roar!"