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"Mad dog!"
"Dead mad dog!"
Zhao Wuyan was so infuriated that she grit her teeth; throughout the entire Ancient Martial Realm, there was no one crazier than Yan Nanfei.
Watching Zhou Yuan about to face danger, she immediately waved her sleeve, drew her sword, and furiously slashed down. The Spiritual Power bursting forth from her body transformed into a sword qi over five meters long that appeared in Yan Nanfei's inevitable path.
"Bang..."
However, Yan Nanfei, notorious as the martial mad dog, not only did not retreat but increased his combat power to the limit, showing his unwavering determination to kill Zhou Yuan.
And at the moment when the fist came in contact with the sword light, a wild wind erupted throughout the spacious living room.
Debris fluttered everywhere, reducing visibility to zero.