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One autumn rain and one cold, ten autumn rains put on cotton, and there will be a life and death disaster involving swords in the rivers and lakes. Yang Xuan holds the ancient artifact in his hand, his face is haggard, looking at the woman standing in front of him, he only hates her, a kind of utter hatred.

The desert is solitary and the smoke is straight, the sun is setting over the long river. One man and one knight riding a sword travel the world!