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... his hand, a white white light-covered shield of light, emerged, and went to the five gray light.

"Puff puff"

The five voices sounded, and the gray light was like a spear, piercing into the white light shield.

The white light shield suddenly sinks inward, reaching Li Yuan’s front, and he will see it break.

When Li Yuan saw it, he couldn’t help but reveal a hint of fear.

Just then, a black palm suddenly appeared under his ribs, and the black light in the palm of ...

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