Dark Night Twelve did not dodge, and his eyes exposed outside the black robe smiled strangely at her.

Phew——!

The magic knife penetrated the flesh, and the severe pain caused An Ye Twelve's body to tremble slightly.

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

An Ye Ba seemed to have expected this scene a long time ago, and a whip covered with barbs swung out from his hand.

But it did not fall on Xue Ji. Instead, dozens of whip tips sprang out from the ground silently, directly piercing Xue Ji's legs.

Xue Ji let out a muffled groan.

She was wearing scantily clad clothes, and her snow-white slender thighs were completely on display.

With her slender waist exposed and her skin like fat, she looks particularly enchanting and charming.

At this moment, the whip pierced her legs directly and shattered her bones.

Blood slowly flowed down the snow-white skin.

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

The intestines mixed with blood flowed down.

All the enchantment and charm turned into bloody terror in an instant.

An Ye Ba and An Ye Twelve did not show any excitement or violence when they saw this scene.

Their eyes were extremely firm.

It's as if Xue Ji's previous charm and embarrassment are not in their eyes.

In their eyes, they only have goals that must be achieved by any means necessary.

An Yeba didn't expect that these few whips could completely kill Xue Ji.

He did not miss the pleasure of torturing his enemy at all, and quickly retracted the whip in his hand, turning it into a pair of black spikes.

He shouted softly: "Twelve, control her!!"

Hearing An Ye Ba's voice, countless vines quickly grew from An Ye Twelve's hands, binding him and Xue Ji tightly.

The tightening of the vines caused Xue Ji's Zhuoyue Demonic Sword to penetrate deeper into her chest.

【Zhuoyue】can not only kill people, but also bring endless pain to the injured.

Dark Night Twelve let out a shrill scream.

But she didn't hesitate in her movements at all, using the vines and her body to firmly control Xue Ji.

Let her have no way to retreat and no way to escape.

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

Xue Ji's eyes widened, and she felt the arrival of real death at this moment.

She had a hunch that the spikes could easily damage the demon's powerful body, and they would certainly be able to damage the demon's core.

If she was stabbed this time, she would definitely die.

Phew!

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

The strong smell of blood, accompanied by a burning sensation, spread in the surrounding air.

However, the expected pain and death never came.

Instead, his body was embraced into a familiar embrace.

The low, suppressed breathing of pain was very close at hand.

Xue Ji slowly turned her head to look, and saw a pair of cold faces, as if they were born with no emotions.

But on this face, there was a pair of eyes that could not conceal worry and distress.

"Demon... knife..."

Xue Ji whispered his name.

For a moment, all she felt was that her heart, no, her demon core, her demon core seemed to be tightly squeezed by something.

Pain, suffocation, futility, emotion, and a mess of emotions all mixed together.

"Yao Dao, you...why are you crazy?!"

Xue Ji didn't know where the strength came from, and she suddenly pulled out the magic sword Zhuoyue from An Ye Twelve.
Chapter completed!