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... eeing the sword beam, someone chuckled.
“Senior Spirit Sword loves fellows who dare to fight the most.” Another person nodded on the side.
Immortal light seemed to be gathering in the city.
Today, there was no way that he would let this saber light kill Han Muye.
“Prepare.”
Han Muye said softly.
Around him, sword beams that had swept away the 10 phantoms converged, and the Wind Spirit Sword Immortal, Su Jian, followed with a graceful movement.
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