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Yuan Mingfeng, who was once a god in the professional circle, fell from the altar twice and returned to the competition for the third time. Popular players gathered together. The Yuan Mingfeng of the old era relied on his own strength to hit the ten Grand Slams. Yuan Mingfeng, who turned the tide nine times, never looked back for his career dream of ten grand slams.

Situ Zhen was of distinguished family background and suave. With a sword in his hand, the color of the world changed. Every lady in the small family was obsessed with him. The paper in Luoyang was expensive, and his appearance was all over the scroll. In the arena of the Situ family, in the arena of phantom swordsmanship, all the magic weapons in the world are not as good as the phantom dancing sword in Situ Zhen's hand. The phantom swordsmanship is passed down to men but not to women, and it is passed on to elders but not to young. What's more, he is so outstanding, unparalleled in the world, only one person, with a hundredfold confidence in the world, and scars from birth, Situ thinks this There is no rival in the world, but he was defeated by a woman. A word of love is better than a sword fight in the world. A sword pierces the intestines, a sword is possessed by a demon. Fighting in the world of martial arts, a lonely swordsman dances with a broken sword for that world-famous face. Is there really such a similar person in the world? Dancing with a broken sword and cutting across the sea, Situ asked where the girl came from?

Inexplicably traveling through the darkness of death and the supernatural appearance of a blood-distorted human body, Chen Nie: "This is not the time travel I wanted at all!"