Feng Jiuli was still in mid-air, her eyes were gently closed, and her robe and hair were flying fiercely, like an immortal who was falling to the mortal world.

Finally, combining the energy of the spar with his own sword qi power, it was probably too much energy, and Feng Jiuli was a little unbearable for a while.

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"The Waste Material Ruffian is a Little Fierce" 690. What I am afraid of is not man-made disasters, but natural disasters! I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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