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... odies of hundreds of black ice soldiers fell on the ground, and within a dozen breaths, it was already divided by the scorching sun and the land. All gone, no trace.
In the place shrouded in blood mist, there are many corpses lying here and there.
A few streams of vitality flowed from Lu Jing's hands, and he was carefully wiping the blade of the Rain Calling Sword. The silver blade, white handle and scabbard were spotless.
The Rain Calling Sword is a third-grade sword, ...
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