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... st as he had in the cave—unkempt hair, hunched back, resembling an ordinary vagabond. Yet, with the sword in his hand, he exuded an indescribable sense of harmony, as if he was born to wield it.
Over the past year of trials, Xu Ming had encountered many sword cultivators, sparred with many, and even killed quite a few. But he had never seen a sword cultivator like this.
The old man reminded Xu Ming of the legendary masters in the stories—unruly and disheveled in appearance, yet u ...
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