Yan ZK

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife.
The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them.
Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties.
The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine.
Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles.
The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era.
The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.
(Solo female lead)

Why do I have so many masters?

Outside Fengyue City, beside the official road.


The fierce cold light hardly ever ceased, as the handheld horizontal saber chopped down again. The blade trembled, wrapped in a pure white blade Qi, and ruthlessly struck the person who crossed the Broken Blades in defense.


The man in black slightly paled, almost vomiting blood, forcibly suppressing his discomfort. He fiercely slashed diagonally and upward with the Broken Blade in his hand, intending to sever Yan Ling's wrist, but the latter seemed to ignore it.


The great Qin broad saber struck towards the opponent's chest with a desperate and ferocious technique.


To make you bleed profusely on the spot, even if it costs me my wrist.


Yan Ling's eyes were terrifyingly calm.


The man in black gritted his teeth, his weapon's movements changed again, as fluid as a fish in water, becoming more intricate and delicate, forcibly blocking the descending handheld horizontal saber.


Chapter 104 You Are Not Worthy (Thanks to the Alliance Leader of Deep Sea No. 2) (2/2)