Ding——
The blade chirped slightly, and cold light spread all around. Holding three feet of light in hand, fighting a hundred battles with sonorous force.
Why fear the ferocious invaders? Why should they be ambushed and calm? The white edge breaks through the illusion, and the snow returns to its sheath without relying on it.
If you don't hold the blade in your hand, you call me a slave, and I am indeed so; if I hold a sharp blade, what should you call me?
Swords, spears, swords, halberds, axes, axes, hooks and forks belong to them. The sword is the most respected and the most important. If you have any objections, speak to my sword! Have times changed? Talk to me! I disdain to hear your sophistry - you are not worthy of speaking to me!
Let's look at the young man Tian Zong, shining brightly with Yi Xi.
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