C1233 Thunderclouds

Yao Bin's steps paused. His healthy, red face turned pale. His arms were wriggling, and his veins were bulging. At the same time, the light of his spiritual energy was flickering nonstop.

He seemed to be struggling.

To a swordsman, the sword was his second life. When the sword was with the person, the sword would destroy the person.

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