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... ng, because Lin Feng’s body is now in the starry world.

"A hundred years, still can not be repaired." Lin Feng sighed, a hundred years ago he and the ice fire supreme battle, the body of the world is broken, making him extremely traumatic, and no matter what strength, can not repair the injury, this injury is not trauma It is the world's broken, and now the world is like the heart of his Lin Feng, which is why he rarely fights in his own world.

That battle, tested how tyrannical hi ...

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