Martial arts is more than martial arts. It can express your dreams and sadness, write insights and meditations, life and epiphanies, pain and speculation. It can cry for you when you are sad, it can kill on your behalf for your injustice, your good and evil are the good and evil of the sword, and the ups and downs of the story are your miracles. If you are obsessed, it will succeed, and your heart will ripple in the story.
People who plot hard to get the secret book are unable to understand its secrets; those who accidentally hit it accidentally develop a peerless magic skill. A person who shouldn't be an emperor sits on the emperor's throne, and a person who has great achievements often becomes a prisoner. It seems that destiny is destined in the dark. The fate of the characters takes twists and turns, and the ups and downs create a model of history. Stories are often frogs at the bottom of a well, but history cannot escape from that well. Have you seen it? A glance at the wellhead reveals a dialectical history.
The music and songs of history, the storms of history, the victors are celebrated by the whole country, but they pay homage to the heroes who were shrouded in the battlefield with the rites of mourning for the country. Victory means defeat, the left eye is good, the right eye is evil, the loser has an angry look, clenches his fist and fights, and he becomes a hero. There is no war in the world that is more painful than the people, and recuperation is the people's great wish.
Iron Rod Poisonous Hand is his nickname.
As long as you pay, he will kill for you.
He only uses two methods to kill people, one is to penetrate the chest and back with an iron rod; the other is to cut off the head with the rod.
No matter which one, he leaves his opponent dead, so no one he wants to kill can survive.