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... e muscles of the body almost burst into the clothes, plus the three-foot giant knife, the visual impact is extremely strong.


The thick arm, the blue ribs, the one-handed lifting of the huge knife, the casual movement, the blade instantly released a strong knife.


Can use such a heavy weapon, did not feel the effort, can see that Zhao Feng is extremely powerful, from his step into the enchantment, the body immediately exudes a violent breath.


Qin Tian’s heart sank.

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