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"Not bad, it's a pity that your luck isn't good. You met me." Mo Shui was emitting a strong killing intent as he forced Su Qingjiu to retreat.

The silver needles in his body had yet to be forced out, and he was still able to exert such strong inner strength. This was truly admirable.

Glancing over, Su Qingjiu saw that there were only eight silver needles in her hand. In terms of offense