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The fine iron cicada-winged phantom knife leans on the red and fears the green, calling Xiao Qiao. The flying sand and blood splashed on the golden armor, and the little treacherous man knelt down to offer tea. The rivers and lakes are full of clouds and rain, looking for peony, and the magic sword Su Yu is passed down to this day. Su Yu, a free and easy young hero from Xiaoyao sect, a legend will be performed on him. Are you ready to explore the secret? ?

Leaning on the sword, the Qinling Mountains laugh at the world of mortals; the sword roars and the setting sun determines the world. His body is as powerful as a dragon, and his sword is wrapped around his arms. Seven kinds of weapons emerged one after another, and magic weapons such as the Eternal Life Sword and the Overlord Spear reappeared in the world. There are people following the Daqi Sect, and the grievances and resentments of the three generations of the martial arts world gradually come to the surface. The bloody sun reflects the broken sword, the west wind spreads the banner...------------------------------------------------- Reader group [Sword Roaring Sun]: 274303957 (436\u002F500)

Leaning on the sword, the Qinling Mountains laugh at the world of mortals; the sword roars and the setting sun determines the world. His body is as powerful as a dragon, and his sword is wrapped around his arms. Seven kinds of weapons emerged one after another, and magic weapons such as the Eternal Life Sword and the Overlord Spear reappeared in the world. There are people following the Daqi Sect, and the grievances and resentments of the three generations of the martial arts world gradually come to the surface. The bloody sun reflects the broken sword, and the west wind spreads the banner...------------------------------------------------- Readers [Sword Roaring Sun]: 274303957 (436/500)

"He was given the nickname - "Traceless Cloud" by people, and there were even songs praising him as "He transformed into a shadow and lurked in the wind, leaving no trace in troubled times." "He stole bottles and jade butchered two heroes, and Murong from the south of the Yangtze River was his brother. He dismounted his horse with a long sword in his hand, and rode alone thousands of miles to slaughter the fierce wind. He had tens of thousands of soldiers under his command, marching across the capital while chatting and laughing. He chased the beauty in the clouds, and his name was passed down through history. He, Miao Fei, was always bathed in scarlet. A legend hidden in the darkness, just waiting for you to explore. Are you ready?"