Sword Tomb?
The eyes of the Sword Sect disciples suddenly reflected boundless fervor, cold sweat trickling down their backs. Listening to those sword names, tears welled faintly at the corners of their eyes.
Xi Qingyi's lips moved slightly, his gaze fixed on that expanse of heaven and earth. His large hand pressed tightly onto the hilt of his sword, a difficult-to-vent emotion welling in his chest.
"A thousand years ago, Sword Sect was known as Underworld Sword Sect!"
"Back then, with just a breath from a Sword Immortal, Sword Qi would traverse mountains and rivers for thousands of miles. Breath transformed into swords, and by riding a sword, one could ascend to the Ninth Heaven."
"Where Sword Sect stood, a single strike could resolve all affairs under heaven!"
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The moonlight was serene as hundreds of longswords bloomed in the sky!
