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"Kill!"
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Faced with desperate straits, the brave prevails, and in this moment, Blood Finger Ning Suan's ferocity was also unleashed. Confronting the sword light from Jiang Dali's attack, he took the initiative, stepping forward, his five fingers like hooks, his palm adorned with Iron Rings directly grabbing the great saber.
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"Together, attack!"
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Qing Niu and Zui Huayin charged simultaneously.
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"Seeking death!"
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Jiang Dali was about to chop down Blood Finger Ning Suan's arm with the momentum of his blow, but suddenly he found the Golden-Backed Nine-Ring Great Saber in his hand seemed drawn by an eerie force. Against his will, the blade deviated slightly, as if willing itself towards Blood Finger Ning Suan's palm.
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"Hmm?! Magnetic Iron Rings?"
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Jiang Dali's gaze sharpened.
Clang!
The Golden Nine-Ring Blade was now in Blood Finger Ning Suan's grasp, clutched fiercely.
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"Now, quick!"
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Blood Finger Ning Suan roared with unexpected joy.
