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... t like just taking it out of the stove, the sword is red!
The black sword hilt suddenly exploded with countless small swords. Wei Sheng was unable to prevent it, his hands were cut out of a large number of finely wounded, **** and fuzzy. Wei Sheng snorted, knowing that he must not loosen the hilt at this time, not only did not loosen the hilt, but instead spurred the force to hold the hilt!
A large number of blood Wei Sheng broken palms overflowed, and soon, the entire hilt was soa ...
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