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"Retarded." Ning Wufeng snorted coldly, and with a movement of his body, he rushed towards the 9100 blades.

Jin Zhan's eyes widened in disbelief. "What ?" How could this be? "

Ning Wufeng was clearly more clear-headed than him, and there was no one who helped her, so how could she still have the strength to climb up?!

"It must be fake