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He Wuxin and Ye Feiran on one side were silent for a while.

"You... you can't kill me."

Xiao Hua’s teeth trembled and he went down.

Li Mu smiled.

Control water, condense into a blade.

The long blade is broken.

In the same way.

boom!

More than a hundred meters away, Xiao Hua’s warship, together with the No. 2 figure of the Freedom Wing, and the powerful ones who seem to be mutant masters, were instantly wiped out by the giant blade ...

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