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"Whew ~ ~" After a few breaths, the wooden sword in Sacred Xuan's hand slowly drooped down, his eyes slightly moving as he unconsciously gasped for breath. The crazy sword swing just now had caused him to feel an emptiness of spirit energy.

On the other side, Zhong Zang was also standing by his iron rod. His chest was heaving violently, and he didn't seem to be able to eat much.

"Wu Shengxuan