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A blade light flashed in front of his eyes, the red treasured blade carried a sharp blade-wind as it slashed forward, Luo Xiu anxiously used the soul-shaking pestle in his hand to swing it horizontally in front of him.

Clang!

Sparks flashed, and the clear sound of metal clashing rang out. The blade in Guo Rong's hand was blocked by Luo Xiu's horizontal staff