Drawing the Sword

In the 24th year of Tianbao, Fang Ping, a fishmonger who could not survive, started his own career in the world of martial arts with Renshou. Tianyan Continent, filled with all living beings. With that sword cultivator, one sword stretches thousands of miles, and the cold light reflects the nineteen states There is that Buddhist door, whose compassion saves the world and is chanted by thousands of people. The demons and demons retreat with the angry eyes of King Kong. There is a Confucian sect, and the book business is booming, even though tens of thousands of people have gone there. I, Fang Ping, only have one sword Corrupt officials, beheaded Demons and monsters, beheaded Immortals are in troubled times, beheaded The way of heaven is ruthless, kill If your chest is uneven, draw your sword and move forward If there is thunder in the belly, raise your sword and ask the sky If you can kill, kill. If you need to kill, kill everything.