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The Venerable SwordsmanThe Venerable Swordsman
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Chapter 1132 That Man!

In the starry sky, the old man stood there holding a sword. He contained no sword will or Sword Qi, but standing there, he was like the master of the starry sky. By contrast, the woman in plain dress appeared relatively thin, just like a leaf in the sea. The old man pointed his sword at the woman in plain dress. He was about to speak when she had arrived behind him. The old man slightly narrowed his eyes and meant to draw his sword. The woman in plain dress had disappeared from the end of the starry sky. She didn’t take a look at him at all! At this moment, the old man flew into a rage! “How dare you disdain me!” he thought. The old man drew his sword and suddenly widened his eyes. The next moment, his throat was slit open and a stream of blood burst out. The old man was stupefied in situ. When did she draw the sword? What kind of Tao of the Sword did she practice? He couldn’t even take one strike made by her! Nor did he know when she threw her sword

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