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... sword. seat!"
Before he finished speaking, Rong Yuetian Lan crossed his shoulder with a sword. If it wasn't for him to dodge fast, the sword would probably pierce his lute bone.
Rong Xihou's face turned blue: "What kind of skill is it to attack while people talk ?! Aren't you gods upright when fighting?"
Rongyue Tianlan made a move, holding the slender sword in his hand, and his eyebrows remained cold: "I think you have a misunderstanding of Shangxian-it doesn't matter, it's ...
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