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Nanmen Feng retreated again, the bloody qi in his throat filled the air, suppressing it forcefully, the Xuan-yuan Sword rushed forward to meet the incoming blood blade. After a series of collisions, Nanmen Feng had retreated to the side of the stage.

Fresh blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, his right hand was cut open, blood dripped down from the Xuan-yuan Sword s