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... g was also taken aback. He didn't expect Wu Lian to faint, and it was too strange.

Finally, the young boy of Qiyu Xuan reacted. His face was blue and he pointed to the Dao Ling bombing and said: "You are a shackle, seeing that I don't kill you this dog thing!"

His whole body was shocked, the breath broke out, the hurricane shrouded the four wild, and a piece of stone danced, and the outburst caused the air to explode.

The young boy punched out, the hurricane roared and squea ...

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