three hundred miles east of the rich county, two shadow swords appear above the dense forest.

one of the figures is tall, with eyes as bright as electricity, face as cool as a tiger, and the flying sword of the emissary under his feet is also very special. It's a huge red sword without edge, handle or pool.

another man is immortal and has a long beard. His head is tied with a floating cloud bun. He holds a white silk brush to sweep the dust. The style of the flying sword at his feet is obviously ordinary, but it can't hide the sharp and boundless momentum.

they hurried from...