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Fresh blood sprayed in front of him, emitting waves of coldness. Nanmen Feng's face was pale, and his momentum was sluggish.

"What a strange Zhenyuan!" Yu Binglan's Zhenyuan not only had sword intent, but also a refreshing coldness. This was the first time Nanmen Feng had fought against such an opponent, and he immediately suffered a great loss.

"Last strike!" Yu Binglan's cold voice sounded