Misty Sword Master

Behind the Scenes Layout | Contrast Dandy | Confucian Sect of Kendo | Temple Machiavellian Strategy | Kyushu Salvation | Slow-burning Epic | High-burning and refreshing article Everyone knows that the Li family in Yuzhou has a good-for-nothing legitimate son, Li Xuanchen. His eight meridians were blocked and he was unable to practice martial arts. He walked around and slept drunkenly all day long. His reputation as a naughty and naughty playboy spread throughout the southwest. He was a useless person who was ridiculed by the whole city, a laughing stock of the aristocratic family, and a mediocre person despised by the government and the public. No one knows that beneath this slutty skin is a peerless chess master who rules the world. After ten years of dormancy, he secretly founded the Yanyu Tower, the world's largest undercover force, to control the intelligence of the nine states, control life and death, and set up chess games across the world. The disputes in the court, the fighting in the world, the games between aristocratic families, and the undercurrent of the demon clan are all controlled by his thoughts. Everyone in the world knew that he had no qualifications for cultivation, but little did they know that the so-called eight meridians were completely destroyed, which was the heaven-defying seal of the destiny sword left by the ancient Confucian leader. The sword seal locks his body, hides his edge, and covers his peerless swordsmanship; he stores the destiny of the world and cultivates the awe-inspiring sword intention. Waiting for the end of the night to come, waiting for the desperate situation of the people, waiting for the world to overturn, one sword will break the seal, and one sword will open the sky. Is the imperial envoy domineering? All night long, the powerful have bowed their heads. Sect bullying? The copper coin breaks the Gang, and the master gives the head. The prince is trapped? The chess game is repeated, and the power is overwhelming. The evil is causing a prairie fire? A sword across the river, guarding Jiuzhou. He uses the dandy as his mask, the smoke and rain as his sharp blade, and takes the common people as his responsibility. The whole world was in despair, but he held his sword and stepped into the air, leading the Confucian sect to gather the luck of the nine states. One sword splits the eternal night, and one sword illuminates the mountains and rivers of the world. Everyone in the world laughs at me for being mediocre, but I conquer the sky with one sword.