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It wasn't surprising that Xiang Nan was able to hit the God King who had ambushed him from such a long distance.

The key was that the Godking was able to hit Xiang Nan. This was too strange. The Godking definitely did not have the experience of a veteran like Xiang Nan who had experienced hundreds of battles.

Xiang Nan quickly chopped out tens of thousands of saber lights, but he never hit them again.

He immediately took off and chased after them.

"It seems ...

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