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"The supreme sword, if thunderous, suddenly turns into a thousand moves, and if the sword flies in all directions, one knife can be broken!" Zhu read it slowly, but he didn't know what it meant, so he frowned.
"Guy, guy. . . "Left frightened, repeatedly called out.
Zhu turned around and saw a white man lying quietly in the coffin. The man's eyes were closed and he was calm, but his heart was covered with blood and he was pierced by a sword.
"Blood mei killer! ? "Shi Shaoqun surprised and angry intersection, blurt out.
Wan's face has become ugly, but his eyes are fixed on the white cloth on the eaves.
"He Jingyuan. . . He Jingyuan. . . "Yu Xiantong was frightened, his mouth trembled, his feet were weak and he almost fell to the ground.
"Who is He Jingyuan?" Zhu looked surprised.
"He Jingyuan is a warrior of Jiangnan Wulin more than ten years ago. His broadsword is unparalleled. As soon as he shoots, the blade can produce flames, and the temperature is extremely high. Therefore, it is called' Chidao', which is the same as the Wanmeng leader in the rivers and lakes. " Li Cangnan is also a face of seriousness and whispered.
Zhu is the first time to hear the name' He Jingyuan', but somehow he feels familiar with it. It seems that this name has been ...