The gazes of the ten gods and Buddhas fell on the two of them, and the air seemed to condense, revealing a cold chill.
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He blocked all the swords and refused to fall, even with a slight smile in his eyes.
"I'll take you out."
The two hands were clasped together, and the sticky blood reminded him of the fire on Zhongshan Mountain.
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"Don't look back and obey."