The sword is the leader of hundreds of soldiers and the emperor of hundreds of soldiers! The sword cultivator has a little bit of energy in his heart, and the wind is so good that he can control the sword for thousands of miles. I will not hate him if I die in the wilderness. I am the most amazing person in my life! A heroic man is born like this, holding a three-foot green sword in his hand, and his anger is a beauty, and blood is stained with three thousand miles. The sword wind does not leave anyone, and the cold light shines on the nine provinces.