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... te the day! I am crazy, the wind is discolored! I am proud, for the Supreme!

At first glance, the wind thunder and shake, the sea roars; the hand breaks the sky, and the sword dances forever!

Good man, is to ... dance the wind, Ling Tianxia, ​​do the monarch, proud of the world!

Ask the world all the kings: Who will accompany me, Joan dance? Who is with me, proud of the world? !

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