Legend of mir's Poems on Weapons

ebony: it is born in the forest, and it is hard to mix new people. Turn my blood into a dark purple soul.

Feng Ling: Alone between heaven and earth, Heroes come from hardships with the light wind, and make full use of their heroism.

Half moon, three feet of moonlight, three feet of shade, and half a round of light. You are far away, and there is still hope for an ice heart.

There are four seas and five lakes in the world, and there are swords and wise men in the hands of the brave in the eight famine. Entropy

Sea souls, I gather boundless waves for the soul of the sea, which can break a hundred rivers and make it the strongest with one blow.

Broken souls, I don't say that there are points in Chilling and soul-chilling, setting into a daytime ray

Cutting the sand and dust in the horse desert, raising the smoke, raising the hoof, and swinging the knife, a wisp of life dies in the west

Demonizing the East China Sea crystal iron Xishan ice for thousands of years, making a cavity of awe-inspiring gas to lock the demon

Silver snake practicing for thousands of years, letting love lock it, throwing it into the furnace, hiding my soul in a sword

Inorganic and inorganic are useless, and inorganic heaven and earth have a way, so why do you need to kill it

Try my purgatory knife.

Killing dragons has never been a treasure. I love killing dragons. I don't know. It's better to punish dragons like snow, and rivers and lakes are stained with blood than a bottle in the deep sea.

Joking

Wand demons are everywhere from the heart. It's like being chivalrous. How can there be righteousness?

Ruling that domineering is earth-shattering and powerful. When a hero is defeated, he will retire.

Dragon pattern I take a piece of dragon body and refine it as the supreme Taoist product to ride the The sword in the palm of Wu Sheng's hand is now used as a mage's prop. This object was originally renovated by Lux's legend.

Blood drinking, blood staining, scarlet and blue flowers, no one listens to right and wrong, and black and white are divided by people's hearts.

Luo Cha's ghost has Luo Cha's voice and voice withered, so he has to kill people, so he has to kill them.

I'm addicted to the soul. I'm also coming. I'm also evil. Thunder, lightning, lightning, snow Who is with me when I raise my hand?

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The knife of fate has been set by heaven since ancient times. It's all about fun, not love.

A floating picture

The movement of the moon in the well is free, and the wind and cloud change color dance

It should be this, hehe.