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The wind was gusting behind him, and it was too late to turn around. In a panic, he swung the saber backwards. With a "clang" sound, the blade and sword clashed, and the blade slipped to the side.

Wang Daerun looked back. He was scared, but not scared. His face had already turned ashen. Ding Yiming pulled back his sword, and the rain began to fall from all directions