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"Where is this Heavenly Sword Marquis?" Duan Lang's expression was grave as he kept a vigilant eye on his surroundings.
However, at this moment...without any warning, a ghostly figure appeared behind him. At the same time, Duan Lang clearly did not notice it at all, the ghost figure even stabbed out with his long sword.
It was a silent and silent sword strike.
This sword strike was extremely fast!
"This is..." Duan Lang suddenly widened his eyes.
Although he still did not sense the presence of Jian Wushuang or the sword skill that came straight at him, he felt a huge sense of fear from behind him, this fear was naturally formed during his long years of fighting.
Without any hesitation, Duan Lang immediately moved to the side.
Whoosh!