Long Night of Snow

I heard that the cold snow was dancing all over the world, and the Langya mountains were creating monuments. I have a knife to kill all the romantic people in the past! I have a gun that can pick off all the heroes in the world! I have a sword that can kill eight million immortals! Su Xuanyun stood up from the snow, and the 70,000 withered bones behind him began to shake! In the ancient Western region, Master Wuxin guards the Buddhist sect. Yunmeng in Nanchi, a piece of cold clothes falls on a lonely boat. When discussing swords in Western Shu, Ling Han saw the sun and half saw the sky. The wind and sand in Mobei shook thousands of iron armors. Su Xuanyun staggered with a miserable look on his face, blood dripping from his muscles and veins, and he forced himself to confront the noble man in front of him. "Is this what you call cutting off the water with a knife?" The man in the Chinese robe smiled and stared at him casually. "The long river of time is also water!" "This knife will help you cut through the long river of time!" "The gate of heaven has been broken, ascend to the upper realm, and achieve eternal fame!"