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One hundred and thirty-one black swordsman(2/2)

The figure of the swordsman in black was erratic, strange and unpredictable. Every movement seemed soft and weak. Even when he stabbed with his sword, there was no sound at all. It was light and airy, but it was these light and airy thrusts that made Murray and the others in a hurry.

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It was the first time for Tang Tian to watch other people's battles, and he felt cold in his heart.

The swordsman in black is like the black mist in the night, unpredictable and unpredictable.

So strong...

Tang Tian murmured to himself.

Suddenly, the swordsman in black swung his sword several times, and the thin stabbing sword drew several dark traces of light in the air, clanging, clanging, and others felt their hands heat up, astonishing power came from them, and they involuntarily took several steps back.

The swordsman in black swayed and easily escaped from the battle circle.

The pale mask turned his face, glanced in the direction of Tang Tian, ​​raised his arms, and disappeared into the night forest like a night owl.

"Don't chase!" Murray shouted suddenly, a look of horror appeared on his face. At this time, several other guards plopped down and sat down on the ground. Everyone's face was full of expressions of surviving the disaster.

Tang Tian felt cold in his heart.
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