In the streamer of Lolita's first tower gate, the twelfth layer of the abstract painting, there are golden lines densely cruising in the hall, and the red light points are as quiet as a virgin moving like a rabbit, crossing the sharp blades of death and approaching the thirteenth floor. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Everyone no longer criticized and ridiculed, but seriously watched how Qingge escaped thrilling again and again, and the emotions of the big guys also followed its ups and downs.

Some people even began to look forward to it, expecting her to create a miracle.

The red dots of light move at a slow pace, from sunset to moonrise.

In the middle of the night, Lolita, which was usually quiet and deserted, was still full of people, and these people endured exhaustion and stared at the red dot gradually approaching the twelfth floor, which was to see the evening of the second day.

Qingge stayed in Lolita for two days, and spent one of the nights in the gold thread, her face was tired, but her eyes were bright, and her eyes were burning at the sharp and sharp gold thread, preoccupied and meticulous.

One step away!

She was only one step away from the door on the thirteenth floor.

Rao is so, Qingge doesn't dare to slack off, she knows the horror of the golden net, and she can survive because of the accumulated experience of modern shuttle infrared and laser.

The dense threads, spread on the door of the thirteenth floor, prostrate on the ground, squinting their eyes to observe the golden thread blade on the dark blue light door, the gap between the thread blades is very small, and the maximum distance between the two threads is only as small as half an arm of a baby.

Qingge's gaze locked on this gap, ready to escape from here.

It's just-

It's very difficult, it's unusually big.

The gap is really small, not to mention that Qingge must jump over at one time, and no part of the body can touch the upper and lower two line blades.

Ji Yue seemed to know Qingge's plan, her brows were furrowed, her eyes were charming, but she didn't say anything to disturb Qingge.

Ready to fly, Qingge spent a day and a night on his nerves, in an extreme state, and if he was not careful, he would collapse.

Qingge concentrated, and said that the suppressed aura was released to the limbs, so that she could move like the wind and would be more agile.

It's just that the appearance of aura will attract the sealing of the line blade.

Sure enough, when the aura in the Qingge Danhuo gushed out, all the line blades in the golden hall stopped, converged in the center, and in an instant, all of them went towards Qingge's body, and ten thousand people pierced their hearts, nothing more than that, if these line blades really stabbed Qingge's body, I was afraid that Qingge would be inserted into a hedgehog.

Qingge froze her mind, ignoring the monstrous killing machine behind her, her eyes staring at the gap as large as half a baby's arm, she exhaled a breath of turbidity, and her body jumped over in a strange posture.

There must be no mistakes in this leap.

You must know that if Qingge is offset, the upper and lower golden wire blades will even cut her in half, from her head to the soles of her feet.

Fortunately, Qingge's body was slender, tall but thin, and the two gold threads only burned part of her clothes.

And when she jumped over, all the thousands of line blades in the hall behind her swarmed out, but they were blocked by the dark blue light door.

Qingge rolled into the thirteenth-floor hall on the spot, her brows furrowed fiercely, she looked down, and the flesh the size of a palm had been cut off from her calves, legs, and stomachs, and a few tendons had been broken, and the flesh and blood were blurred, and the white bones were looming under the flesh.

She was lying on the ground, her teeth clenched, her face was pale with pain, her lips were bloodless, cold sweat was dripping down, she frowned fiercely, and her breathing was trembling.

Ji Yue stepped out of the realm of nothingness, his eyes exuded a cold anger, he hugged Qingge who was curled up on the ground in pain, and asked, "How is it?" ”

Qingge leaned on his shoulder, gasping for breath, "I can't die." ”

Ji Yue's eyes darkened, and he wanted to throw the girl in his arms to the ground in anger, it was best to fall to death, but he was reluctant.

"Angry?" Qingge asked.

Ji Yue ignored her, her eyes stayed on her injured calf, the wound was shocking, Ji Yue cut open the palm of her hand, Qingge saw this, and wanted to stop it, Ji Yue held her down with one hand, stretched out the other hand, and used the aura as a blade to cut the palm.

He simply sat on the ground, Qingge in her arms, he carefully lifted her legs, the ragged green clothes stuck to the wound, he gently and slowly pulled out the torn clothes, and then put his right hand on his calf, a blood mark on the palm was particularly obvious, and the viscous scarlet blood flowed along the hand on Qingge's injured calf.

The strange thing is that when Ji Yue's blood touched Qingge's leg, the flesh and blood were reborn, and the wound gradually healed at a speed.

Qingge leaned weakly on Ji Yue's arms, her spirit was tough and strong-willed, it was not that she couldn't bear the pain of cutting her flesh, but the golden blade in the twelfth-floor hall not only shaved off the flesh, but also hit her spirit hard.

She could clearly feel that when she subconsciously raised her calf and the golden thread cut through the flesh, the center of her Heavenly Spirit Gairi, the strong spiritual power collapsed.

And this is the power of the second realm of the Death Net!

"I'm not going to the Demon Domain." Ji Yue suddenly said.

Sweaty and soaking white hair, she raised her face and asked, "Why?" ”

"You're so stupid, how can I get to the Demon Domain?" Ji Yue roared.

Although when Qingge insisted on going to the top of the tower, he expected that Qingge would be injured, but when he saw the injury on Qingge's leg with his own eyes, he was going crazy.

Light song: "......" Is she stupid?

However, the affairs of the demon domain are not in a hurry, and she also selfishly wants Ji Yue to stay by her side for a while longer.

Qingge raised Ji Yue's hand, and the wound in the palm of her hand was almost healed.

Ji Yue suddenly stretched out her hand, singing incomprehensibly, Ji Yue said: "Ming Wang Knife." ”

Qingge passed the Mingwang knife suspiciously, when Ji Yue took the Mingwang knife, Qingge's nerves in her brain ached, she seemed to know the purpose of Ji Yue's Mingwang knife, her pale face was extremely ugly, she stretched out her hand to take the Mingwang knife, Ji Yue's face was expressionless, and she stabilized her with the power of the demon king.

The slender and white skeletal hand held the scarlet Mingwang knife that exuded the breath of blood demons, Ji Yue's eyes surged with madness, he raised the Mingwang knife, his eyes widened lightly, his pupils constricted, and his fast-beating heart seemed to break open his chest and come out.

Ji Yue swung a knife, and his left arm was cut off by him.

The blood from the wound spurted and splattered, gathering into a pool of blood on the ground, and an arm, just sitting in a pool of blood, and half a sleeve.

The Ming King Knife was thrown to the ground, and the blood was actually devoured and dried up by the Blood Demon Flower in the knife.

Qingge looked at Ji Yue in disbelief, the man's face was like frost, his facial features were demonic, and the pain of his broken arm made him snort lightly.

Qingge opened her lips slightly, gasping for breath, her chest moving up and down one after another due to emotion.

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