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Chapter one hundred and sixty-eight(2/2)

But regretting it was useless now. He quickly raised his knife to block it. Although he blocked Gan Ning's blow, the opponent continued to slash at him with the knife faster than the other.

After only playing a dozen rounds, Li Dian was already in a hurry and looking for an opportunity to escape.

"Ring ring ring..."

When Gan Ning swung his sword, the bell on his body would ring. As the bell rang louder and faster, the sword became more and more violent.

Li Dian was shocked, knowing that he would lose if he continued to fight, but the opponent was still fighting hard, and even if he tried to escape, he could not find a chance.

At this moment, the big knife in Li Dian's hand was suddenly knocked out by the opponent, who shouted loudly: "Death."

The big knife struck down the head.

Li Dian looked at the rapidly falling knife and wanted to dodge it, but he didn't know how to dodge it and it was too late to dodge it.

Gan Ning wiped the blood that splashed on his face and spat out a mouthful: "Hmph, the thief general has so much blood."

He dismounted and carried Li Dian's body to Li Dian's horse. He then rode a horse and led another horse back leisurely.
Chapter completed!
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