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... the depths of his eyes, and an infinite fighting spirit rose up in his heart.

"Hey! Boom!"

Soon, a sword was shackled by him in this space.

A sword! Ten swords! Hundreds of swords!

Lin Yun kept on his hands and made every effort.

"not good!"

After hundreds of swords, Lin Yun’s face changed greatly and he whispered.

At the beginning, his attack can also expand the crack in the space that has just been expanded, but he broke the fifty-second heaven ...

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