a woman in a white dress holding a sword

In that dream-like heaven and earth, an ancient beauty appeared in the field of vision like a Lingbo fairy. Her posture was light and graceful, as if a breeze could lift her. Her slender, slender feet rested lightly on a shining sword. I saw her jump lightly, and the immortal sword carried her to the sky like an arrow from the string. In the air, her body leaned forward slightly, her arms outstretched, like a phoenix flying, elegant and confident. Her hair flutters in the wind, like black silk shining in the sun. Her eyes were fixed on the mountains ahead, and there was a firmness and curiosity in them. Her face in the sun shining, more beautiful and moving, like blooming peony, national fragrance. The corners of her mouth slightly raised, showing a faint smile, as if she was telling the joy of her heart to the beauty of the world. At her feet, the mountains looked even smaller. Her figure in the sky across a beautiful arc, like a meteor across the night sky, leaving a gorgeous track. Each of her movements is