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... Can also helplessly shook his head.

He no longer had time to study the differences between the White Tiger Knight and the other statues.

Mystic Dragon Nine Revolutions activated, he charged straight ahead. In the time it takes an incense stick to burn, the White Tiger Knight collapsed softly, its light flashed past and disappeared, leaving only a small crystal on the ground.

"This is just one-ninth of it, sigh!" Mu Can sighed, looking at Wang Cai who was still studying th ...

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