With a sword in my hand, I can be free and easy; with a sword, I can see the sea of love ripple. One sword cannot write a world, one sword cannot write a word of love, one sword can only create a great me. The long smoke in the desert makes the shadow of my sword lingering; the flowing water in the south of the Yangtze River makes the color of my sword like a rainbow. The moonlight is melting, the sword is noisy and the people are silent, it seems that a beautiful lady is coming——
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