The First Cause of All Realms

The level of destiny rank represents a person's maximum achievement ceiling.

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To a certain extent, the number of entries in the number of fates represents a person's potential. The more entries, the greater the possibility of reaching the upper limit of achievement.

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This is not difficult to understand.

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A person's highest achievement itself is a summary of all aspects, family background, martial arts... and so on.

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But it is different when it falls on the sword. Whether it is the Night Demon Sword, the Panlong Cudgel or the two-edged sword, the number of lives on it is more like a generalization of some of its characteristics.

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Weapons are different from people. If there is no external intervention, they will only lead with the passage of time, and will not grow again.

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Therefore, the material of the blade itself is also extremely important.

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Therefore, the two-edged sword was broken once by a sloppy Taoist's sword, and once by a thousand-refinement-level Panlong stick.

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"Qianlian, when you have eight lives..."

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Yang Yu had two things in his mind, and in addition to beating with a heavy hammer, he was also thinking about the choice of eight fates.

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He has obtained a lot of weapons along the way, and he has also gained a lot of fate. How to choose a match is still a lot of thought.

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Phew!

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The bellows was pulled violently, and the group of blacksmiths were already sweating, but they still looked closely at the beating sword in front of them.

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Since ancient times, the forging of high-quality weapons has been in the hands of a few people.

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The Northwest Road is already considered to be the land of smelting soldiers, and there are only a handful of them that can master the forged swords of the Hundred Refinements.

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"According to legend, the real magic weapon has a 'God Seed' in it..."

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In the midst of the fireworks, Yang Yu thought about it in his heart, but he couldn't help but think of "Fate belongs to the greedy wolf", which means that the god-species that best fits this knife is the greedy wolf.

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Even, his thoughts were flying, and he remembered the two Dao Fruits that he had already started...

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"Seven kills, broken army, greedy wolf..."

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Different from the barren Longyuan, the Northwest Road has mines and pastures, and is richer.

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In the Northwest Road City alone, there are as many as thirty, and the eight most powerful are collectively called the Eight Northwest Clan.

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The Xie family is one of them, and it has the tendency to be the largest clan in the Northwest Road.

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In front of the Xie family's ancestral hall, there was a surging crowd. Hundreds of descendants gathered here to worship their ancestors. After the long process was over, most of the clansmen dispersed.

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Only the minority elders remained.

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Inside the gloomy and dark ancestral hall, all the clan elders offered incense one by one, and looked at the old man who wiped the ancestral tablet.

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It was an extremely tall and well-groomed old man. He looked around seventy years old, but in fact, he was nearly ninety years old.

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It was Xie Hui who was the head of the metabolism clan.

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"In the past, the ancestors of my Xie clan followed the king of the Northwest to this frontier land and laid down this great foundation.

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From a small refugee to the present day, the head of the eight families in the Northwest Road does not rely on the blessing of God, but on the daring and hard work of generations of ancestors, throwing their heads and shedding blood..."

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Xie Hui carefully wiped the ancestral tablet with a flat voice:

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"The ancestors were far from the strengths that I have today, but they still dared to be the first in the face of complex situations! Do we want to leave our family business behind and flee without fighting?"

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In the calm, a cold voice echoed in the ancestral hall, making the expressions of the elders of the tribe change.

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"Big brother, it's not that I have no guts, but my ancestors are the most important thing. That Yang Prison's skills are fierce and martial arts are extremely high. I'm going to fight against him, I'm afraid there is no chance of winning..."

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The clan elder sighed and persuaded sincerity:

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"This owl is alone and will not occupy the Northwest Road. We will be sharp for the time being, and we will still be the king of the Northwest..."

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As soon as he opened his mouth, the other clan elders nodded their heads in agreement.

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On that day, there were two battles in Changjie and outside the city, and many of them had also watched the battles, and they really had no intention of competing with them.

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Such peerless force is simply shocking!

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"Do you think he will leave?"

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Xie Hui sneered and shook his head:

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"Look at what he has done! In the past ten days, he captured the entire Zhang clan, opened warehouses to help the victims, and took away many familiar officials and confiscated the military power of many generals...

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Relief, official management, public security... After one by one, do you think he will really leave? "

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"this…"

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"But he has no foundation at all, and secondly, he is still wanted by the court. Is it possible that he still wants to establish a foothold in this Northwest Road?"

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"Is the patriarch thinking too much? This person offends the court. I'm afraid that the master who came to kill him is already on his way?"

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…

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All the clan elders looked at each other in dismay, a little shaken, but they still had a bit of luck.

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"Actually, everyone is clear in their hearts. I'm just afraid of the thief's martial arts, and I want to avoid it unconsciously..."

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The thoughts of everyone, Xie Huidong is like watching the fire:

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"Just ask yourself, not to mention today's world, but a peaceful year. After I leave this Northwest Road, where can I go?"

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As soon as these words came out, everyone couldn't help but startled.

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"We are not refugees, we are not mud-legged people, we are clansmen! We are all people from generation to generation!

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She wears brocade clothes, eats delicious food, and spends her days sitting on ten thousand hectares of land and flogging hundreds of slaves! This day, if you leave the Northwest Road, there will be no more! "

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Xie Hui looked indifferent:

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"That lowly **** who thinks that his martial arts is strong will come to unravel our foundation. You can bear it, but this old man can't!"

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quiet!

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Hearing this, all the clan elders fell silent. Although they were still timid in their hearts, they knew that they could no longer refute at this time.

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"Brother dare to say so, think about it, do you have the confidence?"

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The old man who appeared first seemed to remember something and asked carefully.

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"Let's go, everyone, count the time, the guests, it's time to come!"

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Xie Hui smiled without saying a word, put on his long sleeves, and walked out of the ancestral hall.

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All the clan elders were worried in their hearts, but they had to bite the bullet and keep up. When they came to the backyard, they were shocked.

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I saw that inside and outside the small courtyard, there were already quite a few people, and at a glance, all the masters and guests in the family were listed.

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"Big brother? (Patriarch

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Only then did the Xie family elders realize that the head of the family had already made up his mind, but he couldn't help but worry.

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As the head of the Eight Great Families in the Northwest, there is no need to say much about the strength of the clan.

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But that is a peerless master who can suppress even the Northwest King, if he loses...

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"Everyone, let's talk in detail."

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Xie Hui bowed his hands slightly, motioned for the guards to guard the outside, and stepped into the small courtyard. The rest of the people were silent and followed into the small courtyard.

There is a wall separated, but it is a unique place. Only half of the courtyard is above, and more than half is still underground, and the tunnel is extremely long!

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"This tunnel..."

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Looking at the candlelight from near to far, not to mention a guest, even the elder of the Xie family, was taken aback.

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The secret room and the secret room are naturally no strangers to them, but the tunnel can't be seen, I don't know how many miles or dozens of miles, and they don't know?

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"This tunnel was built by the ancestors. Only the patriarchs of all dynasties would know about it. It was originally dug by the ancestors to guard against the Zhang clan..."

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Xie Hui gave a casual explanation.

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This tunnel is not unique to the Xie family, but a tacit understanding shared by many big families who built the city with the Zhang family four hundred years ago.

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After walking slowly, after the long alleyway, the eyes suddenly opened up, and below it, there was an underground palace with a huge space!

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Under the bright candlelight, someone was already there, and at a glance, there were still a lot!

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"Thank you, brother!"

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Seeing everyone from the Xie Clan, the people in the underground palace stood up to greet them.

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Several clan elders were shocked, these people are actually masters of other big clans, glanced at them, there are many acquaintances!

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"It's not as fast as you guys."

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Xie Hui smiled and cupped his hands, moving forward.

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The rest of the patriarchs also stepped forward one after another, and the masters of the various families understood and retreated.

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"It's about the rise and fall of the family, the death of the family, how can you be unhappy, how dare you be unhappy?"

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The patriarch of the Wang clan is a thin old man with a strong bookish spirit. He used to be the head of the state in Xingzhou and has a wide network of contacts.

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"The last time we came here, it seemed that it was a letter from Yan Dongjun. At that time, we were still thinking about how to divide up the Zhang clan. Who would have expected that in a blink of an eye, the Zhang clan had already fallen, and I would be precarious..."

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The one who sighed was the head of the Jiang family. On his rough face, there was annoyance:

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"Hateful, hateful, hateful!"

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"Don't look at Brother Jiang's attitude, but Wei knows that in ten days, he visited the door three times, but he never saw the executioner."

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The head of the Wei family made a mockery:

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"I heard that you also went to the blacksmith shop in the east of the city. You were scared by someone's 'Dragon's roar', and you fled back home after rolling and crawling?"

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"Old man!"

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The head of the Jiang family was furious.

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"The old thing at both ends of the snake and mouse!"

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The head of the Wei family refused to give in an inch.

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Seeing that the two were fighting with each other, the rest of the patriarchs had to come forward to reconcile, but the atmosphere became a bit heavy and weird.

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"Originally, seven days ago, Xie was going to invite you to come for a while, but at that time, everyone was lucky, and they wanted to give up some money and send some women to befriend that person..."

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Xie Hui swept over the crowd, a kind of patriarch dodging his gaze.

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He knew very well that, besides him, he was the grand-sounding head of the Wei family, and a few days ago, he also secretly visited Yang Yu with a heavy gift...

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"But now, you all have no luck, right?"

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"Thank you, brother."

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The Jiang family patriarch sighed and said sternly:

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"It's not because my little brother has no courage, it's because his martial arts skills are too high. If I wait for the eight families to encircle, I'm afraid it's far from his opponent..."

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For ordinary warriors, and even some aristocratic families, they don't really understand the gap between warriors.

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For them, it seems that there is no difference between the grandmaster and the great master in the exchange of blood.

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But how could they not know the gap?

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It's a pity that their many goodwills were all in vain. The one who saw that he would not let them go...

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"We alone are not enough."

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Xie Hui nodded, met everyone's gaze, smiled slightly, and said:

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"Mr. Feng, why don't you come out and see?"

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Mr. Feng? !

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The few people present were stunned for a moment, and then their expressions changed, and they saw a young man with an obvious female appearance and an excellent appearance came out with a fan.

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"Are you, Feng Jinhuang, the Taoist master in Henry Zhangyi's residence?"

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Seeing the person coming, everyone became agitated. Several Patriarchs looked at each other and recognized him, and their hearts suddenly became a little nervous.

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"Lianshengjiao..."

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"This Mr. Feng is an important figure in the Liansheng Sect! He came to the northwest precisely to save the suffering of Limin!"

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"Relieve me from waiting!"

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Hearing Xie Hui's voice, all the experts in the underground palace looked at each other in dismay.

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"Brother Xie, you, you..."

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The expressions of several patriarchs changed several times.

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As the largest sect in the world, the Liansheng sect is so powerful that the imperial court cannot openly want it. However, the sect's reputation is too bad.

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For them, it's no better than the wanted criminal who opened a warehouse in the city for relief...

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"Hehe~"

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Under the candlelight, Feng Jinhuang covered his face with a fan and seemed to be smiling:

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"Feng is here only to relieve your troubles, and will not force you to join the teaching. Please rest assured."

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Hearing this, although everyone was still worried in their hearts, their faces calmed down.

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No matter how they feel about Lianshengjiao, at least at this time, they have no choice...

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only……

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"This Mr. Feng's aura is indeed stronger than what I have waited for~www.readwn.com~ It's just that you haven't reached the threshold of a 'great master', right?"

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Suspicion flashed in Patriarch Jiang's eyes, and he said solemnly:

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"Dare to ask Mr. Feng what means to relieve me from the predicament?"

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"That's right, someone Feng is still a long way from the threshold of a great master. But..."

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Feng Jinhuang was still smiling, facing the suspicious and fearful gazes of the masters of the big family, she smiled slightly and pointed to the darkness:

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"The one who travels with Feng is a master who ranks at the top of the Mountains and Rivers List. It is expected that this will be enough for everyone to sleep peacefully in the future..."

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Ranked in the forefront of the mountain and river list? !

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Hearing this sentence, everyone's expressions changed, Xie Hui was also shocked, and he couldn't help but follow.

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At this sight, the huge underground palace seemed to be frozen by the cold current, and fell into a dead silence for a while.

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da~

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da da~

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The sound of footsteps, neither light nor heavy, and drumbeats seemed to sound in the hearts of everyone.

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In the midst of the horrified and horrified eyes, the person who came from the darkness walked into the candlelight, and the long sword that was dressed in black clothes moved without wind, and the unsheathed sword also clanked.

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he……

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"Yang, Yang..."

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"Yang Prison!"

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