Sword and Sword Fight to the Death

The wind on the grassy slope is very slow, and the script is very old. The young man thought that as long as he did not draw his sword, the world would never find him. Until that day. At the place where the sword is buried in the back mountain, a spear measuring two feet long is dripping with blood. The gunman sneered. The young man stood at the place where the sword was buried, and all kinds of swords turned into turbulence and rushed towards the young man's hand. Fire burned the mountains, and three thousand remaining soldiers turned into running water. The young man carried a shapeless sword on his back and walked alone into the wind and snow of the heavens, just to refine the heavens into a sword and commemorate a little persistent thought in a sect that was insignificant in the world. ——It's dark. ——Sword and sword, until death.