C387 Martial Arts Competition(2)
He didn't even look at Meng Siyan. Suddenly, he turned around and dodged to the right. At this moment, the longsword in Meng Siyan's hand just brushed past Zhou Mu's waist. If Zhou Mu was a step slower
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