When the ice sword touched the real thing, it slammed into ice slag and sprinkled it all over the ground.

There was a tiger roar in the hall, which was earth-shattering and deafening.

That sound seemed to penetrate Lan Wujiang and Feng Zhao's eardrums.

The powerful aftermath makes Lan boundless...

"Husband, please get on the sedan chair" long sleep (1) is in the hand, please wait a while,

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