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... ground.
The branches were thin and bent, like a simple brushstroke in an ink-wash landscape painting, the twigs slender.
A burly man held his chest, with fresh blood gurgling, staining the ground blood-red.
A ferocious expression was on his face: "Sword Disciple, no matter how strong your Talent for Sword Dao, you will never be able to find the murderer of Duke Extinction Mansion in this lifetime... you will never be able to seek revenge."
After saying this, the ...
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