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... usly behind Yan Yu, whose hands constantly shifted through sword techniques. With each gesture he made, lasting no more than half a second, the clash of metal would ring out.
At times it was like the resounding boom of a morning bell or evening drum, signaling the Huang Tingjian blocking the Sword Qi; while other times it resembled the shrill, piercing sound of a robust blacksmith hammering iron, which was the Liangyi Sword intercepting a sneak attack.
Even as she strained her ey ...
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