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The Venerable SwordsmanThe Venerable Swordsman
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Chapter 1861 Insignificance!

Can't Win! Even when he exerted all his strength, he was still being pressed and beaten down by the opponent. Every aspect was suppressed! There was no chance to win at all! Mo Yan looked at Ye Xuan, "Calling for someone? Sure!" Ye Xuan looked at the Qingxuan Sword in his hand. He slowly closed his eyes and softly murmured, "Qing?" No response! Ye Xuan frowned slightly and tried again, "Qing?" Still, the Qingxuan Sword remained silent! It's over! Qing really wasn't paying attention to him anymore! Ye Xuan felt somewhat unwilling and tried once more, "Qing?" Still no response. It's hopeless! In the distance, Mo Yan suddenly asked, "Where are your people?" Ye Xuan took out Little Tower, "Little Tower, I want to summon the ancestor!" After a moment of silence, Little Tower replied, "Summon if you must." Ye Xuan was speechless. "How do I summon?" Little Tower seemed puzzled, "How would I know? I'm just a tower!" Ye Xuan was at a loss. Damn, now you know you're just a

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