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After casting the last magic art, Yi Qing suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
The Ice Dragon and the firestorm finally collided violently, erupting with a destructive power. At the sa ti, the spiritual lightning fell.
Dark blue lightning, dazzling flas, and sharp ice blades engulfed ng Zheng.
“Be careful!” Seeing this scene, Ling Chuxi could not help but remind him in shock.
A clear cry broke through the clouds and ng Zhengs figure shot out like a rainbow.
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