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... The blade reflected the golden light of the front of the mountain gate, and it was like a straight gold thread.
Lin Yuangui’s sword was very slow, and the blade and the scabbard collided intensively, and the echo was like a shower. When his sword finally came out of the sheath, the knife's knife was just right in front of him.
"铮-"
The gold line and the long sword hit each other, and they smacked out the brilliance of the dead leaves, and the dead leaves of the dead leaves i ...
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