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... e pulled out the long sword behind his back, held the sword in both hands, and clasped his fists at Tong Shihong, saying solemnly: "Master Tong Shihong, this sword is three feet seven inches long, one inch and three inches wide, made of fine steel, once cut The fierce beast Taotie is named Taozhongjian."

  The sword in the gluttony?

  Tong Shihong's pupils shrank, and some not-so-beautiful pictures unconsciously broke into his mind, and the momentum he had just built up suddenly le ...

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