One man, one sword, alone against a thousand troops!
Mr. Ouyang, who is nearly a hundred years old, has long passed the age of hot-blooded youth, but when Chu Ge mentioned this matter, he could still feel Mr. Ouyang's body trembling slightly.
"The sword blade emitted a cold gleam, dazzlingly bright. I was just behind Old Chen at that time, the reflection from the sword blade brought me to tears, but I couldn't bear to close my eyes, desperately keeping them open, all I could see was a burst of blood rain!"
"To be honest, I'll never forget that scene in my life. In the dead of winter, with one sword, a thousand piles of snow were stirred up! Two to three Zhang of Sword Qi cut through the frost and sped forth, the enemy couldn't even react, within a kilometer, both guns and people, as long as they were touched by the Sword Qi, were all split into two, the splattering blood dyed the snow on the ground a deep red!"