Mixed with dust, blood, and rotten smell, Xue Ji, a demon clan, felt sick for a while.
She exhaled slowly, wiped off the blood on her face, and was about to continue fighting.
Suddenly, a sharp sword light struck from the oblique stab.
Xue Ji wanted to hide, but the magic core was hot for a while, and her feet went limp.
The body was bent into an almost twisted posture, and it was only then that he narrowly escaped the fatal blow.
But the sharp blade still brushed across her cheek, causing a burst of burning pain.
Xue Ji stood firm, touched her face, and looked at her attacker suspiciously, "If you destroy my face, I will fight you hard."
Two figures wrapped in black robes gradually appeared in the dense fog.
One of them, who was relatively thin, laughed in a treacherous and clear voice: "The body of the demons is so strong, and scratches can be cured in an instant as long as the demon energy is circulated. Why did Master Xue Ji get so angry? Or… "
"Master Xue Ji no longer even has the magic energy to heal the wound on her face!"
Xue Ji narrowed her eyes, looked at the two of them and said with a sneer: "How shameful are you Fentian bastards, you have to wrap yourself up so tightly every time. Are you afraid that my mother will think you are ugly?"
The people who were ridiculed by Xue Ji were none other than An Ye Eight and An Ye Twelve.
Facing Xue Ji, they didn't have the anger, madness and hysteria they had when facing Jing Yuan.
After being so humiliated, he still laughed, Yun Danfeng said lightly: "Master Xue Ji should be able to see that we, Fen Tian, have been merciful to the demons. Since the casualties of the demons are not so heavy, we should send them to the demons as soon as possible." Hand over what the master wants."
"After all, both losers with the demons, don't you let those pious human beings reap the benefits of fisherman?"
Xue Ji frowned, gritted her teeth, and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? What's wrong with you, Fen Tian? You want our princess's [Liuxian Fengyi Dress], which you took away. The face of our demons in the future Where to put it? Get out of the way for my old lady, get out of here!"
Dark Night Twelve sighed: "Although I knew I would get such an answer, I am still a little disappointed. After all, our Fentian sword is used to kill those well-dressed and decent beasts. It is contaminated with the blood of too many demons." , let the knife become blunt, it’s really not worth the candle.”
An Yeba said coldly: "Then make a quick decision and kill as soon as possible. After the demons are settled here, it will be Jiyu's turn!"
Hearing the word Ji Yu, Dark Ye Twelve's only exposed eyes suddenly lit up.
Crazy and tyrannical light flickered in the bottom of his eyes.
Jiyu is a holy place for spiritual practitioners to worship their beliefs.
In Dark Night Twelve's mind, he fantasized about destroying this holy place all the time, and the horror and despair of those disgusting spiritual practitioners.
Dark Night Twelve licked his lips and said in a hoarse voice, "Then kill it! Let's start with Master Xue Ji!"
When the two sides exchanged words, Xue Ji was already fully alert.
But when An Ye Eight and An Ye Twelve launched an attack, she was still powerless to stop them.
It's not that her strength is not as good as the two of them working together.
But I don't know what's weird on this battlefield.
Even though it was their Demon Race's own territory, the enemy became more and more courageous, while they themselves became weaker and weaker.
Especially Xue Ji's consumption of magic core has reached the limit.
The magic knife [Zhuoyue] made a buzzing sound, and suddenly stabbed Anye Twelve's chest.