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Zuo Feng said with an indifferent face.

"This longblade of yours is indeed not bad, but it's a pity that this dagger is a weapon."

The martial artist surnamed Yu's shock gradually turned into unwillingness. The red line on his bare upper body slowly grew larger, and a massive amount of blood rushed out, gushing out. The eyes of the martial artist surnamed Yu also became cloudy