Excalibur

Swords cut through mountains and rivers, knights travel in troubled times The sword cuts through the wind, and the sword enters the blue clouds The sword cuts through the smoke and dust, and pierces the moon in the clouds The sword cuts the silver armor, and the sword seals the throat with blood The sword kills the beauty, and the girl escapes at night The land fell apart and people were distraught, and thousands of armies and horses rose up. Learn to worship Taichu Jinghongke and understand Hongmeng's murderous sword. The green dragon holds the green sword in its sleeves, cooking wine and swords to talk about heroes Holding a three-foot green-edged sword in hand, who in the world cannot be killed? The sword cuts through the void and rushes like lightning. With one sword, everything in the sky will be destroyed. He killed hundreds of millions of soldiers in the world and controlled hundreds of states. With a sword in my hand and no one asking me, I just talked and laughed and danced around. Under the moonlight, the wind blows with a sword strike, and the shadow of a giant is struck like this. The wind blows and the leaves fall, the divine sword flies, and the light of the sword freezes hundreds of states. He has been promoted to great treasure and is sitting in the Dragon Court. The spring breeze is full of power and power. The pink lady wears a curved hook and bends down to take the red pill in the middle of the night. There are clear dreams in the mandarin duck tent, and it is hard to escape the joy of beauty late at night. Beauty is like clothes and jade, no matter what is wrong or right in the world. Wandering around the world on horseback, thousands of sorrows are gone with the light of a sword. The two concubines of the Hunan girl flowed away, and the rivers could not stop flowing forever. Drunk lying with a pot of wine among the flowers, sealing the sword and abandoning the sword to hide in Nanshan I retreat into Nanshan and abandon the worldly world, and return to the late green with floating clouds at night. Singing to wine and laughing at the bright moon, writing and writing life is a drunken experience.