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... as Min Ning suddenly twisted to the side. A falling leaf brushed against her cheek—she dodged not the leaf, but a sword tip. Spinning, she unleashed another strike; the sword edge aimed dead-straight, as though it could pierce through flesh and bone.
How many moves had she exchanged with the illusion of "Chen Yi" in her eyes?
One strike, two strikes, three strikes,
Min Ning's steps floated, faintly pressing left and then right. With narrow evasion, she traced a half arc b ...
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