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... ly, and they had already made hundreds of moves during this period.
Song Juyao's ponytail flicked, and her spiritual power scattered, like tiny starbursts, making her radiate light in the dark night, incomparably holy. Occasionally, she and the ghost king slowed down, swords collided with swords, and the two faces faced each other. Song Juyao's eyes were dark and bright, firm and cold, full of awe-inspiring sense of justice.
Everyone was dumbfounded. They had never seen such a wond ...
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