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In the next moment, the sword in Bu Qingyun's hand, was like a spirit serpent emerging from its lair, waved out an impenetrable sword image that overlapped and crossed paths as it charged towards Lin Tian.
Lin Tian said softly, he did not expect Bu Qingyun to be a sword cultivator as well.
Judging from Bu Qingyun's swordsmanship