On the stage, a young man in white clothes slowly sheathed his sword. The mark between his eyebrows became more and more dazzling, like an eternal light between heaven and earth. He looked into the distance and murmured, "My fate was determined by those people. They pushed me down the abyss step by step with every unreasonable sentence in their mouths. I was unwilling and angry. On the way up from the abyss, I saw so many things." There are so many swords and swords, and why do you deny everything I have done! Now, look up at me, how high is the Bu Ruliu in your mouth now?" Suddenly, a sword energy spurted out, as if it was going to tear the sky apart, "My sword does not open mountains or kill enemies, but only to cut off the injustice in the world. Who can take it?"
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