他的刀是冷的，剑是冷的，心是凉的，血是冷的，靠，这人不死了吗？
He is cold, his sword sword is cold, the heart is cool, blood is cold, depend, this man is not dead?
剑入鞘，我的双目已不能再忍睹溅血与扑落的对手。
Sword rectracted, my eyes already hurting at the sight of the blood spilling and the figures dropping to the ground.
没有什么东西能抵挡青釭剑，盔甲、衣服，它毫不费力的穿过，所过之处血像喷泉一样涌出。
Nothing could resist the Blue Blade Sword. Armor, clothing, it went through without effort and blood gushed forth in fountains wherever it struck.
这话不错，彼得看到那把光亮的剑已经被狼的毛和血弄污了，不由涨红了脸。
It was true. Peter blushed when he looked at the bright blade and saw it all smeared with the Wolf's hair and blood.
那剑绚丽的飞舞，仿佛是以血为墨的画笔。
那剑绚丽的飞舞，仿佛是以血为墨的画笔。
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