The sword was pure white throughout, just like the man

The sword is three feet and seven inches long, but it never gets blood when it roars in the wind. The hilt of the sword is slightly longer, as it sometimes takes some strength to cut a person horizontally.

Master, why are there so many people today?

Because the master is going to die today

It's okay for the ancestor not to die, Wan'er is reluctant

It's not good, Shizu has been waiting for sixty years

Under the Floating Cloud Mountain, white shadows flew by

The white sword of the Qingmen of the imperial court, a figure faster than the voice. Pure white as washing

Li Buqiao of Fuyun Mountain waited for a long time, and the blue was like an eagle striking the sky, jumping and flashing

Qiang ~ white and cyan collide

Again and again, the cyan fights, the white fights, the white strikes, jumping up and down, and the sword shadows flying.

A sword roared loudly, and a sword roared through the wind

The eyes are dancing with the clothes, and the sword is going to walk without stepping

Seven ways of floating clouds save the people

The white sword slashes the nether namelessly

Tsing Yi is flying, all the hair is open, and he still doesn't cut me, but when will he wait

The white charm wanders, the jade face looms, the predecessors have a purpose, and the sword swallows the edge

锵~锵锵~woo~唰~

The white sword is unstained, and the sword traces are blood-red

Qingying looked up, and his heart roared without regrets

The system said: Fuyun Immortal Mountain, benefit one party, punish the traitor and eliminate the evil, and the people's voice is mighty. Change the mountain into a sect, and avoid arrogance. Enjoy well-being, and the millennium will be prosperous.

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