Seven Kills Sword Pact

Three years ago, Lin Qiye was the only "natural sword vein" in the Qingyang Sect in a century. Three years later, he was a handyman cleaning ashes and cleaning swords in the sword tomb. Everyone said he was useless. His fiancée broke off the engagement in public. The person who sealed his sword veins sat on the elders' bench and smiled as he watched him being stepped into the mud. Until his blood dripped into a broken sword - the Qingyang Sword Soul from three hundred years ago woke up. "Boy, the Seven Killing Sword Contract, a total of seven styles." "Every move requires you to pay for it with your life." Lin Qiye held the iron sword with three cracks in his hand and walked out of the sword tomb. "Then let's start with the person who sealed me." "Accounts are calculated one by one."