In this case, I will learn from you and write a few words:
What's the harm in killing with a little cold light?
If you don't change Ling Ruizhi, you will be the emperor together.
Xuanhe has a sword front since ancient times, and the clouds are west and east.
The sun and the moon are thunder generals, and the mountains are sky-red.
A sharp sword crossed the sky and everything was still. This road leads to nine secluded places.
Cut off the amorous guests in the world of mortals, cut off everything everywhere.
If the battle of the Iron Wall is not over, what can I expect in my life?
When nine clouds get together, you will be safe when I am alive.
The night is still young, and the sun and the moon are long.
I'd rather disappear forever than change the life of a blue sky killer.
I have the power of life and death, my fingers folded and I want to fall.
Nine robberies and nine scattered clouds gather, and blood from the sky is like ink.
A big mistake has no front, the sky is sinking, and there is no blade and no cold sword.
Life and death are resolute, and vicissitudes only know the silent soul.
As light as a dream, dreams also float, and blood and bones dance enchanting.
Mo Wen, who fought thousands of miles, lived and died together.