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... e her emotionless face. She swings her wrists and the white vapor emerged out of her palm.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

As the vapor hides her palm, two long spikes of ice burst out and move towards Guo Yang. Seeing the attack, Guo Yang still puts his healthy smile and burst the yellow qi out of his body.

"Six Characters Mantra!"

"Om!"

Crack! Crack! Bang!

Guo Yang opened his mouth and words resounded in the battleground. This word was compactly filled with qi. ...

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