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I can return to the age of mysterious

Collecting legendary antiques, retracing the mysterious martial arts. From the moment he activated his cheat, Casio knew that he was no longer ordinary. [Legendary Antiques: Wind Elephant Ivory Pendant] Seventy years ago, in the North Flow Country of the Hong Li Federation, at the Wind Elephant Gate Youth Training Camp. "Li Wei, you are a coward! On the day your sister was brutally murdered, you were trembling in a corner! On the night of the Sect Destruction War, you disgracefully fled! During the many long years of revenge, you missed the opportunity again and again! "Now let me teach you what bravery is, let me tell you how to turn suffering into your power. I hope at the moment you behead your enemy, you will remember: you are a man, an upright man!" The taboo era, hidden legends. A Foggy continent paralyzed by the sealed land. Countless brilliant antiquities wail in the ruins. I will witness your lost legends in the mist, the knights in the sky, the ghosts in the desert, the rats in the mud. The direction of sword fights points to the light, and flowers will grow where bullets fall. The winds of history will eventually sweep away the rubbish from the era's gravesite.

Gray tombstone · 東方
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1044 Chs

322 Secret Techniques, Roaring Sound Gun! (4100)_1

The battlefield between the Black Spade 'A' Organization and the Sand Dust Organization saw little participation from Casio, who simply extended a hand to deal with a few people.

The remainder would be left to the gunners from the Antiques Department and the Assassination Department who were rushing to provide support. After all, he had already ripped out all of the poisonous fangs of the Sand Dust Organization. If Black Spade 'A' couldn't handle this alone, they might as well disband.

Click, black boots crunching on rubble around the corner. A silhouette entered the Water Cloud House, moving neither hurriedly nor sluggishly, seemingly at leisure. Almost as if he was coming into a battlefield riddled with bullets for a vacation.

The man was dressed in a black trench coat, his erect and slender figure sketched out by the gentle breeze. He held a stone in his right hand, his fingertips like a grinding drill, sharpening the broken stone bit by bit into a pointed shape.