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�The dead silent

�

�

Only the wind is shouting

The sound of whistling

��

�

�

They haven't gotten from the bottom yet

Come back to his senses in the first shock

�

The trembling of the collapse of the ground

Come on

�

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�Along with

Roaring

�

�

Behemoth is heading towards

Sheep bleat rushing

Come on

�

�

�Swish�

�

�

.

.

.

�

�Hanting Hounadao

�

�

�Lanhuai was unsheathed

�

�

Binglan Sword fell in the vastness

Frost

�

The condensed snowflakes are like

same

White man

The pearl sand blooms and witheres again

�

�Pellus

Flying around

�

��

�Yes

A difficult language

The precise description of beauty

�

�

�Boom�

One

Voice

�

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� Explode through the sky�

Start

�

�

The afterimage of lightning crosses the battlefield

�

�The sheep bleat

�

Too fast

�

Only one left in the air

Continuous shadows

�

Mad

Wind and flies

�

�The place on the battlefield

Color seems to be torn to lose color.

�

�Swallowed by the cold frost white

�

�

When Lan Lian came out of his sword

�

Under the violent friction with the air

�

It's like thousands of birds

Talking together
To be continued...