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... magination.
The arrows flickered with cold light in the sun, like the **** of death wielding a sickle. At this moment, it poured down towards Guancheng and the mountains on both sides crazily.
At this moment, the top of Jingxing Pass was in a mess, with fireworks burning, casualties of soldiers, and the smell of blood permeating the surrounding fields. At the same time, the cloud ladder was approaching the city wall, and the lightly clothed dead men had already launched a cha ...
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