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... on the same level as Lu Qingshan.
But many times, watching Lu Qingshan fight still made her feel inferior.
This is the Young Master, my Sword Master.
She thought.
"What is this?" Ying Jie seemed to realize something.
The suffocating killing intent in the air grew stronger.
Lu Qingshan’s long sword was like a flash of cold light, splitting time and again.
Each strike would yield three Sword Lights.
This was an even higher understand ...
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