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However, Guo Nan had no intention to dodge. Wang Meng's sword had already pierced into his chest, and the cicada wing sword in his hand was no weaker, the tip of the sword was aimed straight at Wang Meng's chest!

In terms of speed, Guo Nan was not slower than Wang Meng!

Half an inch into Wang Meng's chest, a small bloody hole appeared.

Wang Meng felt a wound on his chest