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The Good Corpse, Song Yan, felt the strengthening of himself, filled with excitement.
Swish!
The sword covered in rusted peach blossom struck again!
The female cultivator facing him, surrounded by flowing evil energy, blankly drew the sword from her body to meet the attack.
Her sword intent might not be weak, but she herself was far inferior to Song Yan, the Good Corpse.
Song Yan’s sword fell like a steel beam from the sky to cut through a blade of ...
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