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The powerful sword, the domineering one sits upright, but I am the only one who dominates
The demon erodes the sword, the clear insect keeps chirping, and it still remains when it wants to go.
Thousands of cold halberds, the frost can fall from the sky, and the ice comes to the underworld
The crescent moon knife, the sleeping white crow, life is like a dream
Ink sickle silk, who messes with blue hair, boundless and misty
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After all the ups and downs in the world, whose name can really last forever in people's hearts?
The only ones with eternal names will be those weapons that represent killing.