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... aught in the void, and in a flash, hundreds of thousands. The illusion of the golden "color" gunshot, like a storm, hit the boxing shadow of the special envoy A.

Under the shock of the Guns, it was impossible to make full efforts. A pair of illusory gold "color" gun shadows, directly covered with half of the sky, and the boxing shadow of the special envoy A hit a place, when you smashed a layer of wind, roaring, the power, it is difficult to use Words to describe.

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