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Just then, the Weeping Blood Axe in Qi Yunxiao's hand released a blood-red light. The blood-red light gradually became thicker and thicker. Qi Yunxiao, who was holding the Weeping Blood Axe, was as unyielding as a god of war.

"Eighteen cuts of War Dragon!" "Hundred Blades Slash in the Sky, Blood Scale Slash in the Heaven, One Thought Slash in the Sky!" At this time