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... feel the heat even now.
The next moment, Nietono no Shana stopped and immediately went into a horizontal swipe at Bing Ling’s waist.
Wu Yan’s sudden attack was out of Bing Ling’s calculation. Cold sweat came out when the sword was mere inches away from his face.
At this critical juncture, the blue lights wandering the field came and slowed the blade down even if the flames dispersed the blue lights. The time it bought was enough for Bing Ling to escape the attack range.
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