| “ | 大河之剑天上来！ | ” |
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青莲剑仙
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| 随着朱雀门上刻下的剑痕，李白剑仙之名传遍长安，随后，他潇洒离去，在试剑游历中成为帝国第一强者。他也曾返回故乡云中漠地，但战火已将一切过往繁华化作废墟，质疑与愤怒令他剑指长安。 |
大厅语音
| Bottoms up! | |
| 来，干！ |
| The River Blade, descending from the heavens! | |
| 大河之剑天上来！ |
| Let's enjoy today and not worry about tomorrow! | |
| 今朝有酒今朝醉！ |
移动语音
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一篇诗，一斗酒，一曲长歌，一剑天涯。 |
| It's all about being sensitive. | |
| 情怀，懂不懂？ |
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但愿长醉不复醒。 |
| Hah! Your struggle is truly inspiring! | |
| 哈哈哈，你的顽抗让我诗兴大发！ |
| I'll be gone before you even hit the ground. | |
| 十步杀一人，千里不留行。 |
| How can one hope to capture the splendor of the mountains and waters without a trained hand? | |
| 努力有用的话，还要天才干什么？ |
技能语音
| Don't put down your cup, bottoms up! | |
| 将进酒，杯莫停！ |
| Stroke of genius! | |
| 神来之笔！ |
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谁能接我一剑？ |
| Taste this! | |
| 看剑！ |
挑衅语音
| Here comes Li Bai and his sword! | |
| 我和我的剑，到此一游！ |
- 团战挑衅
| If you want to break the peace, you'll have to go through me first! | |
| 谁与和平为敌，谁先与我一战。 |
击杀语音
| Inspiration! | |
| 新的灵感！ |
- 团战击杀
| I deliver swift justice! | |
| 在我手里，正义从不会迟到半秒。 |
死亡语音
| This... will be one bad hangover. | |
| 啊，也是醉了！ |
动作语音
- 书·上阳台帖
| How can one hope to capture the splendor of the mountains and waters without a trained hand? | |
| 山高水长，物象千万，非有老笔，清壮何穷。 |
- 悲伤
| Never before did I cry, until it was time for us to part. | |
| 平生不下泪，于此泣无穷。 |
- 擦剑
| The world is vast and time is endless, yet a century can pass in the space of a single breath! | |
| 白日何短短，百年苦易满。苍穹浩茫茫，万劫太极长。 |
- 愤怒
| We cannot keep the joys of yesterday; today’s troubles we cannot chase away. | |
| 哼！乱我心者，今日之日多烦忧！ |
- 鼓掌
| Such is your brilliance, that none but the moon dare compare. | |
| 若无云间月，谁可比光辉。 |
- 拒绝
| When the snow lies thick on Tian Shan, it is not the time to travel far. | |
| 天山三丈雪，岂是远行时。 |
- 恐惧
| I should have just gone home... | |
| 不如早还家…… |
- 狂喜
| In this great dream, only I am awake! | |
| (大笑)茫茫大梦中，惟我独先觉。 |
- 抬手
| If you love me, immortal, then wave to me from that heavenly realm! | |
| 仙人如爱我，举手来相招。 |
- 舞剑
| As the cold moonlight shines on the battlefield, the general's blade is still bloody in its scabbard. | |
| 骝马新跨白玉鞍，战罢沙场月色寒。城头铁鼓声犹震，匣里金刀血未干。 |