
A Sword Moves the River
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Young and angry, he went to the frontier for his country. The blood in the chest is hot and the knife in the box is cold. He rides his horse and flicks his jade sword, bends his bow and cuts through the turbid sky. Murderous aura fills the surrounding areas, reaching towards the sky. Hold the sun and moon with both arms, and draw the rivers with one sword. The sound of drums at the top of the city shook, and the bloody millstone outside the city. I don't know the world in the military, so I look back twenty years. Don't get drunk during the war, and you will be intoxicated by the success. All my old friends are dead, and the bright moon is dim in the bottle. The heroic souls in the sky are still there, but the dead bones are cold in the ground. Since ancient times, how many people can return to the war? Where Baishou was stunned, Xin Jiaxuan was nowhere to be seen.
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