The moonlight is hazy, reflecting the desolate beacon fire of the world
In the cold world, the cruel and broken shadow of the human heart is transformed
The darkness is like a prison. Can we see a glimmer of light?
The moment I grabbed it with my bare hands, it eventually fell away and turned into dust.
The wrath of thunder and the changes in the situation all stem from the disputes between Jianghu and the dangers of the palace.
The two mysterious swords caused the world to fight against each other, casting a layer of blood on the cold moonlight.
It's just that one handle can lead people to the pinnacle of glory, while the other pulls people into the abyss of infinite sin, and ultimately the corruption of their righteous hearts.
Which is right and which is wrong, which is light and which is serious, has been debated since ancient times.
A lonely boy who grew up in a cold and harsh environment, what painful past events did his hidden identity come from?
The strange poison technique of the declining sect restored his figure on the verge of the border
Obviously I just want to keep my eyes on the present and only take the road ahead.
However, he was stopped by her flawless smile, and the faint evil spirit emerging in her eyebrows gradually sank.
And she helped each other and paved the way to power in the palace for him. Is she sincere or has other motives?
An exquisite woman who is both a monster and a fairy, a martial arts puppet with obsession, a hidden opponent with a changeable identity, true and false friends who are only interested in profit, the road ahead is full of thorns and fog.
The dense network of darkness is pressing in, and I just need to calmly raise my sword and bravely cut through it sharply.
The dark sky is destined to avoid the warm sunlight
I just hope that when the dust settles and the breeze rises, she will still be waiting at the same place