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When Feng Xiuyang saw An Zheng dispersing all the Sword Spirit into new life with a blazing sun, he frowned slightly. However, his expression quickly relaxed, and then, he raised his hand and clapped. "Not bad, not bad, this is my opponent. If he were to let me win so easily, it would be meaningless. If I can take you in as my Sword Spirit, my strength will increase multiple times