Silent knife, invisible sword, ups and downs in life.
For those who cannot lift the sword, a martial arts legend has been silent since then. Does Yi Qi have any regrets in this life?
Ten feet of soft red gauze floats, a hazy figure, a faint smile, and eyes as sad as water. A woman's tears can always drip into a man's heart. She is the most worthy of this, and everyone's heart is calculated.
The Jiangshan Yandao was pointing together, the blade pointed at the ultimate murderous intention, Qiluo's jade-like eyes were as cold as ice, a cold light flashed, and the silent knife cut through the void.
The story of knives and swords never stops, whether they are losing or winning, calculating or withered bones, they all end up in a silent sigh:
The street is long, the fireworks are numerous, you turn on the light to look back, the pavilion is short, the world is rolling, I sigh again.