
Ning Yuan Rong Zhao
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Fēng Mó stood on a dragon bone of the golden chariot, and let out a sinister chuckle: "Brother Fang, Brother Dong Liu, it's been a long time.,This Holy Mansion, how do you expect us to just give it to you,It can be seen that the power and speed of this sword, as well as the swordsmanship intention of Dongliu Jianzun, must be quite terrifying, enough to counter Zhang Ruochin's distorted space.。