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Li Jian gently set up the sniper rifle and took a long breath to make his heart become extremely stable. Wudang's internal skills and mental skills slowly flowed through the meridians, like a clear and transparent stream, with a hint of coolness, making Li Jian's heart feel like a mirror. In the scope, the blade was slowly pulled closer by Li Jian. At this time, the blade became more like a line than when it was 1,200 meters away. In Li Jian's mind, he suddenly remembered that when he was a child, his master taught him to use a pistol to hit a thin string suspended in the air. He had been practicing for many years, and his buttocks had been whipped with wattle sticks countless times. Hehe, today's 1300-meter blade is just like shooting a thin line with a pistol when I was a kid. Li Jian slowly adjusted the scope until the blade became very clear, firmly placed in the center of the cross, and gently pulled the trigger.