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... ss sighed gently. Behind Wang Anfeng, the two swords vibrated incessantly as if stimulated; lightning snaked around the wooden sword, and the broad sword from Qingfeng Edge, restless, nearly leapt forward.
Wang Anfeng took a deep breath and reached directly for the hilt of the wooden sword.
Thunder clung to it, twining around his right forearm, momentarily mingled with faint Buddhist golden light, becoming even more furious and violent, as though facing the most unbearable atmosp ...
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