The broken blade shocks the dust and breaks through the black and yellow, and the young man stands in the vastness with his sword.
Ye Ling was originally a guest of Penghao, but once he saw the light from the sky.
The Dantian absorbs all the water from the stars and rivers, and the bones and blood are tempered into a peerless light.
Ten years of sharp grinding and bone-chilling coldness, hundreds of bloody battles against the setting sun.
He looked at the thousands of troops with a smile on his face, raised his arms and shouted loudly.
The sword energy bursts open the Netherworld Mansion, and the poems burn all the ghost towns.
Crush the sky to fight the Emperor of Heaven, split open the chaos and subdue the eight wastelands.
There is no definite destiny in the world, I will create glory with my loyalty!
