Yun Mo's smile flashed in Shen He's mind. That young man who was as gentle as jade, considerate, and a little shy, who had an inexplicable affection for him and always cared for him silently, was so helpless.
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Shen He only felt his heart contract suddenly, as if something was about to jump out. Her expression became more fierce, exuding a cold and murderous aura, and her eyes were filled with terrifying murderous intent.
, people can't help but tremble when they look at it, and they dare not look directly.
"Let me ask you one last time, where is Yun Mo?" Shen He's tone became more severe.
"No matter how many times you ask, there will only be one result. He is dead. Now it's your turn." The faceless man laughed strangely, stretched out his hand and pinched his smooth, mirror-like face, and his face immediately distorted.
When he got up, he actually grew a face exactly like Shen He, and his body became exquisite, plump and voluptuous.
"Humph!" Shen Hejiao screamed, raised his wrist lightly, and the disaster-quenching gun shot out like a dragon, turning into spear flowers all over the sky, carrying the frost and cold air, and heading towards the faceless man.
Shen He, who was transformed into a faceless man, took a step back, clenched the void with one hand, and sealed the space on his body. The attack to quell the disaster returned in vain, and fell into the void. He raised his other hand slightly, and
An ice blue spear with the same handle as Calamity Appearance appeared in her hand, also wrapped in a powerful frost element.
The faceless man shook his hand slightly, raised the tip of his spear, and deflected Shen He's attack.
Shen He frowned slightly when he saw this, and swept forward, swung his hand again to calm the disaster, and attacked away. At the same time, the ice-blue Lu Ling emerged, attacking the faceless man from the left and the right.
The faceless man was unhurried and danced the ice spear in his hand like a snake. The tip of the spear was separated from the tip of the spear at the first touch, and then quickly entangled with each other and devoured each other. For a moment, the shadows of the spears overlapped and ice shards flew.
Two extremely powerful ice elements are intertwined with each other, making this small world that has just entered early autumn become even colder and biting than winter. The ice wind howls, and a piece of frost and snow mist, like mist, permeates the surroundings, confusing
of people's vision.
Shen He felt a little bit in trouble. The faceless man in front of him not only imitated her appearance and moves, but was also constantly adapting to her power and improving continuously. After all, it was a quick battle and she had to win with one blow.
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Shen He's thoughts moved slightly, his arms bent, the tip of his spear trembled slightly, and he swept out with an overlord-raising cauldron style, forcing back the faceless man who kept getting closer.
At the same time, Shen He abandoned his gun and walked away, stepping in the air. In a flash of light, he came to the faceless man.
"The Imperial Decree of Innocence!"
Shen He uttered mottos and used the Goddess's True Spirit-Spelling Technique. The power of Lu Ling was fully mobilized. He turned his fingers into swords and pointed the sword like a dragon out of the sea. The ice-blue Lu Ling flew out from Shen He's side and flew with him.
The sword light shot straight into the sky together, moving forward indomitably, with a shocking momentum, and with an unparalleled power, it drove away the faceless man.
Just listen to the melodious music of the mountain and the flowing water. The sound of the piano is curling, like the tinkling of a clear spring, and it stretches down like the mountain water. The crane's cry is melodious and crisp, and the ice-blue gun light sweeps across, smoothing away the boundless frost.
Snow mist poured out like a violent torrential rain.
The faceless man was hit by the icy blue gun light, and his figure collapsed. The strong wind blew and the smoke filled the air. Everything became silent, leaving only the sound of the cold wind and Shen He's gentle breathing. She stood there, looking at the people on the ground.
Debris, it has been a long time since I came back to my senses.
Where did Yun Mo go? Could it be...did he really die like that?
Shen He looked at the mysterious space in front of her, and she could no longer sense Yun Mo's breath.
The strong wind continued, and Shen He's hair as cold as silver snow danced with the wind. The red rope that bound it loosened slightly and fluttered, as if it was about to break free.
But the battle didn't end there. The faceless man's floating body suddenly gathered in the ice and snow, and appeared behind Shen He. He slowly raised his right hand, aimed at the back of Shen He's neck, and struck hard with a knife.
of cut off.
Shen He showed no intention of resisting and was struck in the back of the neck. His body went limp and he fell down.
"Finally it's solved. I let you out directly despite your cooperation. It's really troublesome to be ignorant." The faceless man sighed softly, caught the fallen Shen He, carried him on his back, and headed towards just now.
She pointed to the exit and walked towards it.
"I hope the next batch of people who come in can obey my arrangements, but I can't let them disturb the master's sweet dreams." The faceless man muttered, walking lightly through the space, like a ghost.
But what the Faceless Man didn't notice was that when she moved Shen He, she inadvertently tore off the red rope on his long hair. The ends of his hair fluttered down like a waterfall, hanging down to his waist, covering his face.
Half of her cheek was covered.
At the same time, the red ropes that tied other parts of Shen He's body suddenly broke and fell to the ground like burned ashes.
The moment the red rope broke, Shen He's eyes suddenly opened, and a terrifying murderous aura burst out, causing the entire space to change color. A gust of wind swept through the remaining clouds, and all the dead branches and leaves on the ground were swept away.
Go and turn into powder in the wind.
The wind and snow were fluttering, and Shen He slowly raised his head. His dark and cold eyes were like a cold pool in a ten thousand-year cold pool, with a chill to the bone, which made people feel chilling.
Her silver-white hair was swaying in the wind, her clothes were fluttering, and her long sleeves were fluttering. An invisible pressure spread from Shen He's body. The whole world became silent, as if even the air had stopped flowing.
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At this time, Shen He was no longer the ethereal immortal in the world. After she was freed from the red rope, she was like a demon who came from a distant ancient era, with a murderous intention.
Shen He raised his arm and held the faceless man's neck. A cold and bone-chilling voice sounded, "Suffer death!"
Then the news suddenly started, and the world here changed into a new one.