The 4439th Chapter Severe Battle (A)

The smell of dust, blood, and decay made Xue Ji, the demon race, feel sick for a while.

She let out a slow breath, wiped the blood from 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, and her feet were soft.

The body was bent into a nearly twisted posture, and it was able to escape the fatal blow.

But the sharp blade still rubbed her cheek, causing a burning pain.

Xue Ji stood up, touched her face, and looked at the person who attacked her, "If you destroy this old lady's face, the old lady will fight with you."

Two figures wrapped in black robes gradually appeared in the thick fog.

One of them was relatively thin and smiled in a slightly spy's clear voice: "The body of the Demon Race is so strong, it is easily scratched, and as long as the demonic energy is activated, it can be cured in an instant. Why does Master Xueji make such a big fire? Or……"

"Lord Xue Ji now has no magic energy to heal the wound on her face!"

Xue Ji narrowed her eyes, looked at the two of them and sneered: "How shameful is your Fentian's dog thing, every time you have to wrap yourself up so tightly. Are you afraid that the old lady will despise you for being ugly?"

The people who were mocked by Xue Ji were Dark Night Eight and Dark Night Twelve.

In the face of Xue Ji, they did not face the anger, madness and hysteria of Jing Yuanshi.

Being so humiliated, he still laughed and said lightly: "Lord Xue Ji should be able to see that we Fentian have always been merciful to the demons. Before the casualties of the demons are not so heavy, we should take them as soon as possible. Hand over what the master wants."

"After all, it's a loser with the Demon Race, isn't it to let those sanctimonious humans reap the benefits of a fisherman?"

Xue Ji frowned, gritted her teeth and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? What do you want from Fentian? You want our princess' [Liu Xianfeng Yi Skirt]. You take this thing away, and the face of our demons will be in the future. Where to put it? Go to my mother, go away!"

Dark Night Twelve sighed: "Even though I knew I would get such an answer, I'm still a little disappointed. After all, our Fentian swords are meant to be used to slash those famous and decent beasts. They have been stained with the blood of too many demons. , making the knife blunt is really worth the loss."

Dark Night Eight said coldly: "Then make a quick decision and kill it as soon as possible. After the demons are resolved, it will be the turn of the extreme realm!"

Hearing the word "Jiyu", Dark Night Twelve's only exposed eyes suddenly lit up.

There was a mad, violent light in the bottom of his eyes.

The extremity is a holy place for spiritual people to worship and believe.

Dark Night Twelve's mind is constantly fantasizing about destroying this holy place, and those disgusting spiritual practitioners are terrified and desperate.

Dark Night Twelve licked his lips and said hoarsely, "Then kill it! Let's start with Lord Xue Ji first!"

When the two sides exchanged words, Xue Ji was already on guard.

But when Dark Night Eight and Dark Night Twelve launched an attack, she was still powerless to stop them.

It's not that her strength is not as good as the combination of these two.

But this battlefield doesn't know what's weird.

Obviously it is their own territory, but the enemy is getting stronger and stronger, and they themselves are getting weaker and weaker.

Especially Xue Ji is now at the limit of the consumption of the magic core.

The magic knife [Zuoyue] made a buzzing sound, and suddenly stabbed at Dark Night Twelve's chest.