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... he sword with both hands, withstood Gu Qingci's pressure from the sword, half kneeling on the ground, his face washed by the rain was a little paler than before, and his hands He held it motionless.
Time seemed to be frozen, only the sound of the heavy rain falling on the sword made a tick-tock sound, as if someone was playing the piano, constantly fiddled with the melody of killing.
Liu Yiqing lost!
This was unexpected by everyone, and this result was unacceptable to e ...
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