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As Ling Fei thought this, she also realized the sword in her hand was extraordinarily beautiful.
She recognized this sword.
The Drunken Tears among the fourteen famous swords?
Whose sword was this?
If the moment Ling Fei was thinking about were to be rewound by twenty-five seconds.
At that moment, Yu Yanzhi had just grabbed the short sword to extinguish the fire line, while the impact of the Ice Tide wasn't limited to the instant the ten-minute mark was reached. It had a duration, and during this period, the impact of the Ice Tide was cumulative, for it was like a colossal ice dragon that had been slumbering in the Land of Glacier for ages, awakening and following a set pattern to move, heading toward its ultimate destination—impact.
From the dragon's head to its tail was its power, impact, continuity, accumulation, vibration!
