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... martial arts clothing 800 points was able to withstand it.

You must know that Bai Feng's durability is at least ten times that of relatively brittle dreamers like Xiao Ai and Su! After escaping back to the defense tower, she used up a bottle of 2000 points of recovery potion to replenish her life, and then replaced the female martial arts sacred garment with a set of "Angel Armor".

This is the best armor in the Royal Knights, and it is also the armor before Bai Feng gets the sacred ...

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