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Seeing that the sword imprints had already fused into their bodies, Muyan slowly exhaled. The eight people behind her were drenched in sweat. One or two of them were already so tired that they were sitting on the ground. Muyan ordered everyone to regulate their own breathing. She looked at Mu Fan and Wan Tianzong, and the two of them had already condensed thirty sword imprints