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The demon soldiers fell one by one.

After the three massive icy sword energies filled the screen.

One by one, the ginkgo leaves covered in icy powder drifted down from the corner and landed in front of Jingliu.

The mournful sound of the erhu.

Furthermore, the background music further accentuates Jingliu's helplessness and sorrow.

It was a very cool scene, but I suddenly felt inexplicably heartbroken.

The erhu playing is breaking my heart; this must be Jingliu battling his own inner demons.

So, every time Jingliu kills his fellow demonic beings, does he feel the same pain as the erhu playing?

Oh my god... this must be a memory.

The erhu player went completely berserk.

The audience also experienced this deeply.

The changes in Jingliu's heart.

If the visuals fail to evoke empathy, then add the erhu (a two-stringed bowed instrument).

This psychological transformation and suffering, though not explicitly stated, is depicted through countless means.

It broke the hearts of the audience.

……

Looking at the ginkgo leaf in my hand.

Jingliu's face was no longer filled with killing intent as it had been just now.

"No matter how you wipe it..."

"The past always comes with the snow..."

(cjbi) Jingliu loosened his grip on the ginkgo leaf, his tone becoming nostalgic.

These are snowflakes and ginkgo leaves.

It is the most beautiful part of her memory.

But as memories flooded back, it wasn't just these things.

Jingyuan, Danfeng, Yingxing, Baiheng.

The figures of her four friends all maintained the posture of walking towards her.

But it stopped halfway and turned into an ice sculpture.

Among the many ice sculptures, there is even one of himself who once held a sword.

Demonic voices, filled with hatred, mockery, and contempt, came from beyond the heavens.

"Mirror Flow! You are powerless!"

"The moon over my hometown!"

"Old grudges!"

The destruction of Cangcheng.

The chaos of drinking the moon.

Abundant spoils.

One pile, one piece.

Is it the sword in her hand that can kill them all and clear them out?

The camera pans.

Numerous ice sculptures appeared one by one on the screen.

Finally, the image focuses on Jingliu's stunningly beautiful face, which is covered by a black cloth.

The erhu in the background played a truly unforgettable piece!

That feeling of desolation mixed with exhilaration.

He was a man who had suffered greatly from the disaster, and as he looked at the bodies of his companions nearby, he was overcome with grief and despair.

It was after the chess player racked his brains that he finally figured out the perfect place to place his piece.

At this moment, the erhu melody produced a long, drawn-out note.

Let the audience, immersed in these painful illusions, be captivated.

Everyone in the screening room.

I woke up in an instant.

It's like drinking a bowl of ice water amidst the sweltering heat of summer.

It was freezing cold!

Under the big moon.

The black cloth covering her eyes had long since been blown away by the wind.

The audience was completely stunned.

The visuals and music reached their peak once again.

This sudden awakening felt like being woken up by the cold, or perhaps by the fright of a sword intent.

The erhu playing was so beautiful, so beautiful!

"This sense of narrative is absolutely amazing!"

To be able to create such an outrageous narrative with the erhu, miHoYo's Chinese music is amazing!

My heart feels like it's been pierced by Master Jingliu!

Mihoyo uses half a PV to show you what poignant beauty truly means.

Bullshit! How could Master Jingliu be tragic? She's the Sword Master of Luofu!

With so many confused thoughts flowing through her mind, it seems she has made a decision.

The audience was completely engrossed.

My mind was no longer occupied with any other thoughts.

I just want to know.

Such beautiful music, accompanied by such a narrative-rich visual presentation.

The choice that Jingliu made.

What is it like?

……

in the picture.

The rhythm of the music suddenly sped up.

I remember myself kneeling before the demonic spirit.

The mirror flow has already taken a big step forward.

The red line between her two selves could not entangle her steps.

And these countless ice sculptures.

It represents memories of the past.

Mirror Flow mercilessly covered it with cold ice and snow.

Kagami stood still.

When you turn your back to the bright moon.

The musical buildup has reached its limit.

Accompanied by two powerful, long notes from the erhu.

The mirror stream soared high into the sky.

It fell from the sky.

Those eyes, which were originally cold and emotionless, changed the moment the sword fell.

Suddenly opened wide.

It transformed into two blood moons.

This scene.

The audience also felt a sense of déjà vu.

That was within the flying light.

The look in his eyes that seemed to want to kill Jingyuan.

It is the appearance of completely abandoning all external things and becoming one with the way of the sword.

"Let this moonlight shine."

"Zhao Che Wan Chuan!"

The last line of dialogue.

Jingliu's voice was filled with determination, focus, and madness.

A giant crescent moon fell from the sky.

The tip of a crescent moon.

It even directly tore apart the surrounding air.

It mercilessly cleaved the earth.

Then came even more, more terrifying sword intent.