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"Buzz!" All of a sudden, the wooden sword in Sacred Xuan's hand trembled, followed by a slight tremble.

"What's going on?" In a trance, Sheng Xuan looked at the wooden sword in his hand in shock, then looked at the elder Gujian.

The lonely sword elder held in his hand a thick, black long sword. On the sword hilt and blade, there was a strange red rune