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C207

As the little boy's hands rotated, Mu Qinghong felt a strong force twisting the blade of his sword. His right hand felt as if it was about to lose its grip on the sword.

"Sha!" Rustle! "Rustle …"

A series of sounds of metal colliding with metal rang out and sparks were produced. However, Mu Qinghong finally managed to pull back his Cyan Cloud Sword and retreated a few steps back

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