C851 Wall(2)

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The corner of Qin Potian's mouth curled up, revealing a trace of evil. He thought to himself, "What a powerful feeling! This kind of control is exactly what I have been pursuing!" He looked at Mu Fan with disdain in his eyes. He waved his sword casually with his right hand, and the golden sword on the contest field condensed in an instant. Then, it suddenly slashed down towards Mu Fan