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Chapter two hundred and seventeen, ruthless or affectionate(2/2)

Anyone who sees this sword has to admit that it is indeed a first-class swordsman, and he has to admit that Gong Jiu is indeed a first-class swordsman.

Feng Wuhen's posture of drawing his sword was only fast and sharp.

Feng Wuhen's sword, like his man, has completely eliminated the fancy and only two words are practical.

What kind of sword can kill the fastest and best, Feng Wuhen will produce the sword.

So his sword is simple but deadly.

The deadly things in this world are often simple and unpretentious.

The same is true for this sword.

The sword was unsheathed like lightning, and it was already blown out like lightning.

His movements were also completed in an instant, very natural, very calm, and more precise.

So the two swords collided.

So no one took the other person's life in an instant.

The battle has begun.
Chapter completed!
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