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Li Hao drew his bow and set an arrow, his face stern. Thinking of the cold light that spanned the winter and connected all things with one arrow. Thinking of the bouncing coin and the lightning flashing on my fingertips. Thinking of the invincible posture of one man, one sword and one spirit on the Xiaoxiao Guangling River. Thinking of that tall figure spanning eternity. Thinking of the blazing flames sweeping through the heavens and the earth. Thinking of the waves that covered the sea with the tip of the halberd. He tilted his head and looked at Lin Qiqi, who was constantly transmitting power to him, his eyes full of tenderness. Looking at the dark cracks on the other side, the madness in Li Hao's heart continued to grow. I feel the tragedy of the dead country, I feel the sorrow that this pen brings to people, I feel the history books dyed red with blood, I feel my loneliness for everyone... Li Hao gathered everything into the bow and arrows. The bow is named "Xuan" and the arrow is named "Yuan". I will spread my blood to Xuanyuan!