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... distinct.
The monsoon smoked his eyes and looked at a dozen black shadows to his surroundings. Now the long whip in his hand was loose, and the slender soft whip end had not yet landed. The monsoon smoke still raised his hand!
A layer of golden light quickly shrouded the long whip. As the monsoon smoked his wrists, the golden whip was repeated with a long golden whip, and only a loud voice was heard. The crisp sound blasted in the room, and a dozen or so alchemists couldn’t get clo ...
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