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... f attribute attacks.

There was no fancy punch to the nearest Yan Ze.

what!

When Yan Ze did not respond at all, he was spit with a few pounds of blood, and the whole person flew out of the distance, and his life and death were unknown.

The punch of the Emperor of the Emperor is so easy to eat, even if it is the king of the world can not eat, let alone the teacher?

"Yan Ze" Zhao Nan saw Yan Ze was immediately screamed, and then snorted "I ruined you", and the lon ...

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