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Mortal Cultivation

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Sacred_Spirit · Fantasy
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511 Chs

The Final Game Batlle [II]

The only big fat man who was not wearing a protective armor was Shang Pengyu, but the space stone on his belt flashed, and a long sword appeared in his hand. The length of the blade was two meters two or three, and the head of the sword accounted for more than half a meter.

The handle of the sword was made of black iron, with complex patterns engraved on it, while the end of the handle was inlaid with an oval gem the size of a fist, shining with brilliance.

Seeing this, Ziyu, Feng Ziyu, whispered to otherd in his group. "Damn it, he really is from a noble family, and he can even take out this kind of ancient treasure. Looking at the appearance of this long sword, it is enough to raise the user by 30 when waving it!"