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"Pfft!"

But just as Xiong Xiong stood up, he first swayed for a moment, after that he spat out a mouthful of blood, and in an instant he turned into a blood mist and scattered into the air.

"Xiong Xiong, I'm sorry."

Just at this time, Wang Jie's right hand thrusted forward, and the Blood-Cry Sword in his hand released an ear-piercing sound, and pierced into Xiong Xiong's chest