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Rivers and lakes, life and death, among them there is no one like Yiye Guping. Whoever has the sharpest sword is the hero. The celestial phenomena in the West Desert are always uncertain. This time the sandstorm was extremely manic. It seemed that the demon was howling wildly and lingering for a long time. However, in that area, the wind kept blowing; the sword roared, the wind howled, and the demon roared. After just one foot, his head might be missing. A young man carrying a broken sword on his back, wearing jackal fur clothes, and a wine bag hanging from his waist, walked out slowly from there, moving slowly but firmly towards the Central Plains...
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