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With a shout, a whirlwind formed around the Ghost Saint and Zhao Qi, quickly spreading in all directions. In the midst of the black whirlwind, there were tyrannical Sword Qi s everywhere, and in the blink of an eye, the black Sword Qi had engulfed the people around.

Lin Yan's figure appeared in the distance, with a sharp look in his eyes, he waved his right hand