The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

Dark Night Twelve didn't dodge, and those eyes exposed outside the black robe showed a weird smile at her.

Flop--!

The magic knife entered the flesh, and the intense pain caused the body of the dark night twelve to tremble slightly.

However, Xue Ji's movements were also restrained at the same time.

Dark Ye Baxiang had expected this scene long ago, and a barbed whip swung from his hand.

But it did not fall on Xue Ji, but dozens of whiplashes sprang from the ground silently, directly piercing Xue Ji's legs.

Xue Ji let out a muffled snort.

She was dressed exposed, and her snow-white slender thighs were fully displayed in front of people.

Lined with the slender waist that reveals the belly, the condensed skin looks very enchanting.

But at this time, the whip directly pierced her legs and shattered her bones.

The blood slowly flowed down the snow-white skin.

Another whip flew directly to her waist and pierced her belly.

The intestines were mixed with blood flowing down.

All the enchanting and charming turned into bloody horror in an instant.

Dark Night Eight and Dark Night Twelve didn't show any excitement or tyrannical expressions when they saw this scene.

Their eyes are extremely firm.

It seemed that neither Xue Ji's charming and moving before or the miserable embarrassment nowadays were not in their eyes.

In their eyes, they only have the goal to be achieved without compromise.

An Yeba didn't expect these whips to completely kill Xue Ji.

He did not miss the pleasure of torturing the enemy at all, and the whip in his hand quickly retracted and turned into a black spike.

He yelled softly: "Twelve, hold her!"

Hearing the voice of Dark Night Eight, countless vines quickly grew out of Dark Night Twelve's hands, binding him and Xue Ji firmly.

The tightening of the vines caused Xue Ji's turbid moon magic knife to penetrate deeper into her chest.

[Chuoyue] Not only can it kill people, but it can also bring endless pain to the injured.

Dark Night Twelve let out a scream.

But her movements did not hesitate to stop, using the vines and her body to firmly control Xue Ji.

Let her have no retreat, no escape.

The dark spikes quickly approached the position of the magic core behind Xue Ji.

Xue Ji's eyes opened wide, and at this moment she felt the real death coming.

She had a hunch that the spikes could easily damage the powerful body of the Demon Race, and certainly could also injure the Demon Core.

She was stabbed this time, she would definitely die.

Flutter!

The sound of a sharp knife piercing the flesh rang in my ears.

A strong smell of blood, accompanied by a burning sensation, diffuses in the surrounding air.

However, neither the expected pain nor death came.

Instead, his body was embraced in a familiar embrace.

A low, depressing, painful gasp was close at hand.

Xue Ji slowly turned her head to look, and faced a pair of cold faces, as if she was born with no emotion.

But on this face, there are eyes that can't hide worry and distress.

"Demon... Knife..."

Xue Ji called out his name in a low voice.

For a moment, I only felt that my heart, no, the magic core, her magic core seemed to be tightly gripped by something.

Pain, suffocation, vain, moving, and messy feelings are all mixed together.

"Demon Blade, you...what are you crazy?!"

Xue Ji didn't know where her strength came from, and suddenly drew the magic knife Turbid Moon from Dark Night Twelve.

After a rush of operation, he directly chopped down the vines that imprisoned him.