It was in the late autumn at the top of Sword-free Mountain.

The dense fog and the drizzle made the entire Sword-free Mountain look like a fairyland on the earth.

A woman wearing a blue dress with peerless elegance was holding a long sword in her hand. She flew up, brandished the long sword in her hand which was transformed into thousands of sword shadows, and rushed towards the man opposite.

The man was dressed in white, looking handsome and ...