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With a shout, the swordsman’s blade flashed again.
A Ghost Head Stronghold bandit was about to raise his blade to defend, but suddenly felt a chill in his chest—his heart had already been pierced.
Swish!
The swordsman’s figure swept past, dodged an attack from another bandit, then reappeared at his side, slicing through the air. A head flew skyward.
Like a cleaver chopping vegetables, the swordsman killed with every step, leaving no trace across a th ...
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