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?

Sword Qi enveloped the sky, almost terrifying enough to split the liver and gallbladder of those who witnessed it.


Yet, within the Sword Qi, that strand of pure Sword Intent was even harder to ignore. Sitting on the carriage seat with one leg bent, Taisu Jian's expression changed slightly. In an instant, he leapt up, his right-hand grasping the hilt of the Jue Que Sword behind his back.


Since obtaining this Jue Que Sword, it was indeed the first time he had drawn it.


The broad sword's body initiated a stream of Sword Momentum, smashing toward that Sword Qi.


But within the third breath, Taisu Jian, holding the Jue Que, had already been forced into a clumsy retreat, unable to block the Sword Qi in the slightest.


Underneath the Sanshan Pavilion, a young man in a white robe seemed unwell, coughing twice.


Leaning on the bamboo cane in his hand, he turned and drifted away.


Chapter 221: Sword Qi Sweeps the Cold Autumn (2/2)