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A wave of grief and sorrow filled the air and rushed into Nanmen Feng's mind. His body suddenly trembled. He spat out a mouthful of blood and urged his Zhenyuan, sitting cross-legged on the ground.

The sadness of the sword, the grief of the sword, the heartbreak of the sword, all these sounded in Nanmen Feng's mind. The sorrow of the sword invaded his mind