The human skin in the center of the battlefield attacked very ferociously.

Compared to other people's assassinations, she is more suitable to be a veritable avenger.

Her whole body was like a snake shedding its skin, with layers of human skin falling off constantly.

With cries flying all over the sky.

Due to the different shapes of human skin, it is easy to block the cold demon's sight when attacking.

After being blocked for a long time, several blood flowers exploded on Leng Mo's body.

Although the injury was not serious, it still caused some hindrance in movement.

Leng Mo thought for a moment, stopped attacking, and turned to defense.

Under the flames of human skin revenge, he kept running away.

Human Skin was a little excited at first, but soon understood the whole story.

It's not that the cold magic power has been cut off, it's that he is recharging his energy.

Thinking of this, I was shocked and quickly backed away.

Leng Mo smiled sinisterly, said it was too late, and pressed his body against her.

With a burst of banging sounds, more than a dozen pieces of human skin were attached to Leng Mo's body, and at the same time, Leng Mo's star-picking hands successfully pressed on the opponent's shoulders.

The human skin attached to Leng Mo's body let out bursts of excited roars, and worked hard to get into Leng Mo's body, sucking in the pure blood.

But in just a moment, Leng Mo gained another powerful vitality.

And the old lady turned into dust at the same time and disappeared between heaven and earth.

Leng Mo snorted disdainfully.

"It's just a soul wrapped in more than a hundred human skins. It's ridiculous to think that you are really a human being."

As soon as he said this, his whole body was shaken, and the screaming human skin was shaken away.

Then he stomped hard on the ground, and the huge force whipped up a gust of wind, shaking away the soul that was flying in the sky and was about to escape.

After this continued for more than ten times, all the soul bodies were completely dissipated.

Leng Mo looked around uneasily and made sure there was nothing wrong with him before he felt relieved.

His legs went weak and he almost fell to his knees.

Blood dripped from his nose and ears onto the ground.

That is the essence that is lost when the capillaries are broken and the human skin draws blood.

Leng Mo knew it himself, so he wiped the blood from his face and ignored it.

Instead, he regained his spiritual power.

Now my blood is low and I feel dizzy for the first time. If my spiritual power is not enough anymore, I will definitely have to stay here.

Make plans in your mind and think about your life at the first moment.

But I hadn’t practiced for long before my shoulders felt heavy.

A rough hand put on his shoulder and patted it hard.

The injuries in Leng Mo's body were implicated, and he spit out blood.

Leng Mo was so angry that he immediately became murderous.

He no longer recovers his spiritual power, and wants to get up and fight whenever he opens his eyes.

But the leaping up in the impression did not appear, and instead he lay on the ground.

As he moved, Leng Mo clearly felt that he had been struck by the Star Reacher.

My hair must be white now, and my muscles and bones are so lax that I can't jump.

But not many people know how to master the art of Star Reaching.

Leng Mo slowly got up, thinking in his heart.

The people behind were not in a hurry and waited quietly.

Leng Mo calmed down and turned around slowly.

The two looked at each other, one dead and the other silent.

The same snow-white hair, the same scars.

One's face was covered in blood and his clothes were in tatters.

He smiled accordingly, his face full of ferocity, and the wounds all over his body appeared upside down.

The two comrades who were once the best superiors and subordinates are now withered leaves and their lives are in danger.

But all this was forged by themselves, and the world has not taken it back.

I have done some irreparable things, which are worthy of a wry smile.

After a long silence, Leng Mo spoke first.

"I've been to the beach, and the sunrise there is really beautiful."

Xieru raised his eyebrows.

"Thank you, I have fulfilled my promise."

Leng Mo flicked the liquid flowing between his fingers and said curiously.

"Who did the Star Reacher learn from?"

Xieru raised his head and pointed to the horizon.

"It should be your senior brother. I have seen you use it many times before, and I also know the origin of this ability."

“I just went there myself, and I didn’t expect that I learned a lot by accident.”

Leng Mo smiled bitterly.

"It was luck in the end. You didn't kill me, and it fell into your hands in the end."

Xeru raised his right arm.

"If you are wrong, you are wrong. A saint is a cold devil, and a defeat is a cold devil."

"I am your head, even after death. Even if I make a mistake, I will stand upright and be beaten."

"Besides, you don't have to think about the reverses. They are not something we can defeat at our level now."

"The feud between Jianghu and Jianghu is over."

Leng Mo nodded as if it didn't matter, pointed at his white hair, and smiled sadly.

"Yes, if you can fall down, you can stand up and stand at attention to be beaten."

"The reverse path is not a team, but a hope. I didn't understand it until today."

Evil is like clenching a fist.

"The calculations we have made in this life are just chess pieces on the chessboard of the players. It's good for brothers to be free."

Leng Mo's eyes darkened and he lowered his head silently.

"Okay, I know, you and I will do it together."

Xie Ru snorted coldly from his nose and waited quietly.

By the way, he threw the boulder in his hand to the ground.

Just now, he used this stone as a cover to hide from people's eyes and thoughts, and then rushed up.

Of course, his real meaning now is to restore the scene back then.

Leng Mo is so smart, he naturally knows the meaning of the period.

When the stone fell to the ground, he stood up.

Xieru raised the corners of his mouth and flicked his fingers.

"I'm so good at it, please die."

The cold demon touched his face.

His face was covered with scratches and cuts.

I picked up my hand again and saw that it was full of blood.

At that moment, it seemed as if he had killed so many people and deserved to die.

I am a butcher with hands full of blood, a noble hand.

He spent his whole life executing orders for his patron and worked hard to stay alive.

He tortured prisoners and killed undercover agents.

Who among us is not lost in this inexorable feeling?
To be continued...