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简介：Tianwen didn't reply. Tianming Taoist looked at Qionglou Yuyu of the Wentian Sect and sighed: The smoke of gunpowder has drifted to the far end, and the battlefield has been buried by wind and sand. The shouts were silenced in the silence, and the ancient sword rotted in the residual wind. A soul born for fighting begins to fight for survival. In an era without war, survival is the only long way