I am the weakest on the Pirate Ship

196, chicken ribs, chicken ribs

The mushroom cloud gradually fell, but this sea of ​​sand was still full of wind and sand like a sandstorm, with extremely low visibility.

There was no Niu Baile in mid-air, and the blue arc flew through the dust, seeing and hearing the domineering color tightly adhering to Moria's moving track.

Where the blue arc passed, the sand and iron underground was instantly adsorbed, like two black wings scattered chaotically on both sides of the arc.

Arc turns into

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