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... p> Ye Qingzhou holds the sword in his hand, its shadows weaving densely as he swings, resembling the graceful display of white cranes spreading their wings. The tip of the sword leaves a white arc in the air.
Clang~
The long sword trembles, tearing through the air, emitting a series of piercing sharp cries.
Ye Qingzhou’s figure slightly sways, visibly taking on two enemies at once, yet he does not adopt a stable defensive stance, instead opting for an open and generous mo ...
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