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... the Mystsword Pool is extremely fierce. If you can’t withstand it, leave immediately, or it will harm your body."

The Elder said to Ye Yunfei.

"Thank you for the reminder, Elder!"

Ye Yunfei nodded and said.

Then, he directly leaped into the Mystsword Pool.

"Swoosh!"

The moment Ye Yunfei jumped into the Mystsword Pool, a torrent of Sword Qi surged into his body.

This Sword Qi was extremely sharp, as if it wanted to cut his body apart.

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