Li Bufan climbed up to the head of Yinyang City, came to the sword hanging pavilion, staring at the golden sword in a daze. He was very sure that one day, if foreign enemies invade, as long as the owner of the golden sword raised his arms and shouted, Yinyang Five Thousand Erlang would fight to the death.

Due to Li Qiuyi, the men in Yinyang City practice swords whenever they practice martial arts. As for swords, they think they are too delicate, too elegant, and do not conform to the fierce style of the men in Yinyang. Only by using a knife can they be good men in Yinyang.

However, Li Bufan's family was poor since childhood and could not afford to hire a master who taught swords, he had already missed the best age to practice swords.

While he was stunned, Li Bufan suddenly noticed that there was a sirens inside the golden sword. In a moment, the dirt on it began to break in an instant, and dazzling golden lights radiated from the golden sword, making the light shining on the sword pavilion dazzling.

The golden knife kept beating.

At this moment, a melodious voice came from my ears.

"The sword comes, the soul returns!"

The entire knife-hanging pavilion collapsed with a bang.

This golden sword was like a sharp arrow, penetrated into the clouds and disappeared into the night.

That night, the entire Yinyang City remained asleep all night.

The golden knife returns to his position!
Chapter completed!