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... lasting sound, and snowflakes splashed in an instant!

Soul Skill · Snow Blast! ?

Xuebao, who is self-cultivating, can only be used with his hands, and the soul power control of human soul warriors on the ankle is not as subtle as the control of the soul power on the wrist.

In other words, the snow burst under her feet was a soul orb embedded in her ankle?

Rong Taotao's face was startled, and while dodging again and again, the Fangtianhua halberd in his hand danced wit ...

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