The drums of war crowd the dark sky, and the iron horses and golden swords are like the wind.
Military strategist Meng Tian: "The true art of war is not easily shown to barbarians!"
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The king changes, the king changes, the king is shocked and the emperor sees it.
At the beginning of the ancient times, who preached it? Among the turbid and thundering cloud peaks, Tian Wenwu pondered and pointed his sword at the sky.
The First Emperor: "I! I am the emperor who rules over the world."
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Blissful heavenly rhyme, thousands of magical sounds.
Qiantaki of the Onmyo family: "The Lord has changed the government, and the Lord has gone to his palace."
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The Abode of Fire stretches across the east.
Confucian Zhang Liang: "The image of Fang Bo indicates success or failure in the new year."
Liusha Chilian: "Ying, confusion, guarding, heart... Such a color that shakes people's hearts, I wonder what kind of picture it will be displayed to the world?"
Guigu Weizhuang: "Huh! Born with a vision, it never belongs to the weak. It is the aura of the strong."
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The bright light and the melody of the wooden sword collide with the sound of music. The fallen leaves and the clear water are far away, just like the waves of the pagoda carrying the sound of the wind.
Mohist Gao Jianli: "If we join hands in the next life, we can renew the bond of brotherhood... Heaven and man will be separated forever, and we will never see each other again. I want to send him on his last journey!"
Doctor Duan Murong: "With a wooden sword, it shouldn't be easy for him to hurt himself, right?"
Gui Gu Ge Nie: "I remember you said that you still have an unfinished fate in this world."
Six Sword Slaves: "A sword gathers and disperses the setting sun, a flash of blood, without heart or emotion."
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The pattern of the universe is divided into Yin and Yang. Next to the crown of Yin and Yang, the ancient Frost Soul Demon Sword makes a ghostly howl and keeps roaring.
Taiyi, the Eastern Emperor of the Yin-Yang Family, said: "The dragon Yao is Yang, and this Yao is Yin."
There was something inexplicable heaviness and irresistible power in the calm tone, which seemed to be the sound that broke the last peace of the world.
Moon God of the Yin and Yang Family: "Dragon fights in the wild, its blood is black and yellow, the seven stars of the blue dragon are coming soon, the battle between Yin and Yang will eventually reveal the dusty blood memory."
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The wind howled by, and I opened my eyes to face the dazzling morning sun.
Chu Nan Gong: "A game of chess, a scene."
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Who will take the movie in the world cup? Who will go to the middle game of chess with him?
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The empty valley is facing the wind, and the world is empty.
Zhang Liang: "This old world needs a revolution that will change the world. The new era must be woven by new wars."
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The sun moves through the sky, and the rivers move through the earth.
Chu Nan Gong: "This game of chess... is called..."
Zhang Liang: "The world——"
The clear water is rising, the sound is leaping, and the wind and clouds are roaring thousands of miles away.
Who will lead the movie in the world cup? Who will go to the middle game of chess with him?
Mainly talking about Hongxiao Xiaosejing, Chunan Qingjin Jinglun Ying.
Shen Ming Bai Jia is grand in his time, but Qi Yi is now aware of the world.
Listening to the wind chanting is not the day of the Qin Dynasty, only praising the gentleman and then killing him.
The bloody morning light and the rising red sun cast its light into the endless clouds, and the luster reflected the entire Songhai Sea, which was really eye-catching.
In the sky, rows of huge flags embroidered with the Chinese character Qin surged wildly.
Fifty solemn carriages drove quickly on a road called Bolangsha.
In the morning breeze, the wind chimes are washing away, emitting the sound of fate.
The eight wastelands are covered with black curtains, and the blue dragon pulls the chariot of death. In the dragon-slaying battle, what will be the final fate of hundreds of schools of thought? Can the dawn of the distant world return? And will Ying Zheng, who is sitting on the world, be able to return?