Dark Night Twelve didn't dodge or evade, and those eyes exposed outside the black robe showed a weird smile at her.
Puchi!
The magic knife pierced into the flesh, and the severe pain made An Ye Twelve's body tremble slightly.
However, Xue Ji's movements were also restrained at the same time.
An Yebaxiang had expected this scene a long time ago, and a barbed whip swung out from his hand.
But it didn't land on Xue Ji's body, instead, dozens of whip tips sprang out from the ground soundlessly, directly piercing Xue Ji's legs.
Xue Ji groaned.
She was already wearing revealing clothes, and her snow-white and slender thighs were completely displayed in front of everyone.
Against the slender waist exposing the belly, the creamy skin looks extraordinarily enchanting and charming.
But at this time, the whip directly pierced her legs, breaking her bones.
Blood trickled down the snow-white skin slowly.
Another whip flew straight to her waist and pierced her belly.
Intestines mixed with blood flowed down.
All the enchanting and charming things turned into bloody terror in an instant.
Dark Night Eight and Dark Night Twelve didn't show any excitement or tyranny when they saw this scene.
Their eyes were unusually firm.
It was as if, no matter Xue Ji's charming and charming before, or her miserable and embarrassing present, they didn't care about her.
In their eyes, there is only the goal to be achieved by all means.
An Yeba didn't expect these few whips to kill Xue Ji completely.
He didn't miss the pleasure of torturing the enemy at all, and quickly retracted the whip in his hand, turning into a handful of black spikes.
He yelled softly: "Twelve, hold her!!"
Hearing An Yeba's voice, countless vines quickly grew from An Ye Twelve's hands, binding himself and Xue Ji tightly.
The tightening of the vines allowed Xue Ji's Murky Moon Demon Knife to penetrate deeper into her chest.
[Turbid Moon]It can not only kill, but also bring endless pain to the injured.
Dark Night Twelve let out a shrill scream.
But she didn't hesitate to stop her movements, using the vines and her own 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 widened, and at this moment she felt the real death coming.
She had a hunch that the spikes could easily injure the powerful body of the demons, and they would definitely injure the core of the demons.
Being stabbed this time, she will definitely die.
Puchi!
The sound of sharp knives piercing flesh rang in my ears.
The strong smell of blood, accompanied by the burning sensation, diffused in the surrounding air.
However, neither the expected pain nor death came.
Instead, his body was hugged into a familiar embrace.
A low, suppressed painful gasp was close at hand.
Xue Ji slowly turned her head to look, and met a pair of cold faces, as if they were born with no emotion.
But on this face, there is a pair of eyes that cannot hide worry and distress.
"Demon... knife..."
Xue Ji called out his name in a low voice.
For a moment, she only felt that her heart, no, the magic core, her magic core seemed to be tightly tightened 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 suddenly pulled out the magic knife Zhuoyue from An Ye Twelve.
After a short operation, he chopped the vines that imprisoned him to pieces.