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Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty Seven Thousands of Miles of Pursuit(2/2)

When he saw the other party's first hero to choose, fan's heart suddenly twitched violently.

Sword...Sword Saint!

Damn it!

The Lion Dog was forbidden and the Sword Saint was given out.

but……

It probably won’t be that. Anyway, everyone has begun to become a swordsman now, and as long as they don’t delay until the later stage, it will be fine.

Moreover, this person is definitely not noodles.

Fan decisively chose the blind monk.

But……

Just as he was reading the post, when he saw the opponent's jungle swordsman's i, fan's worldview collapsed.

"What's wrong, how is this possible? This is absolutely impossible!" Fan murmured to himself, his expression a little lost.

After the fight, I was resting. When I heard the people beside me talking, I looked over and looked over.

Damn it!

Meet again?

What the hell?
Chapter completed!
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