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... rd stabbed towards Laosha.
Lao Yasha's three fingers fluttered, a strange surge.
Hum--
In the tremors, the speed of the flying sword suddenly decreased, as if bound, and no matter how you jumped, you couldn't get rid of it, and the light gradually faded.
Ding!
A crisp sound, but Lao Yasha's finger, a streamer, distantly cut the Feijian into two.
Zhang Yang only felt that he had lost his consciousness and had lost contact with the Feijian.
"Well! N ...
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