Shen Yingying had never seen such a scene before. She stood in a pool of blood and watched helplessly as the head of her most respected master slipped from her neck and hit the floor with a "dong" sound. Her neck was neatly sectioned. Blood spurts out. It shot out for a long time. The horrific scene made Shen Yingying paralyzed and kneeling in a pool of blood. She couldn't believe what a sharp sword it was. Even the sword was scattered behind the master's back. The long black hair was neatly cut off, and the hair slowly fell down and was soaked in a pool of blood.
Shen Yingying was completely stunned, her eyes were wide and round, her mouth was open but she forgot to make a sound. For a long time, she couldn't believe that the scene in front of her was real.
How could her master, who had cultivated to the Mahayana stage, be decapitated with a sword?
The blood sprinkled on her body was still warm. Shen Yingying looked at Nora Shen's kneeling body in disbelief. Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore and screamed--"Ahhhhhh!!" !Ahhhh!"
She crawled on her knees to reach Nora Shen like crazy, hugged Nora Shen's still warm and soft body with both hands, picked up Nora Shen's head tremblingly, stared at that beautiful face, and cried loudly in grief--- "Master...Master!!!" Shen Yingying cried and fell next to Nora Shen's body, heartbroken.
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