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... made a sword finger, and lightly touched the ancient sword.
The ancient sword trembled continuously, as if it had been reborn. It hadn't been drawn out for five hundred years, and as soon as it was drawn out, it could see pure yang.
The seventy-two peaks are facing the big top, and the twenty-four peaks are flowing with water. In the sea of clouds, yellow cranes fly to the small lotus peak and land on the turtle stele.
Hong Xixiang stepped forward and stroked the yellow cr ...
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