She staggered forward several steps with a thrust, and sweet blood gushed out of her throat.

But this is far from over, the "Octopus" has eight tentacles, which are constantly swinging out alternately.

At the beginning, Jun Qianxi could still condense spiritual power behind her back to offset part of Liliang, but when she arrived at Zuihou, she was broken by it as soon as she condensed her spiritual power.

She didn't know how many hits she had taken on her back, she didn't know how many mouthfuls of blood she had vomited, her eyes were a little blurry, but she still clenched her fists and flew forward.

Only by not giving up can there be hope of survival, as long as you hold on for a while and escape from the range of its attack, then you can wait for the opportunity again.

Duanmu Ming is still waiting for her to bring back the things of the sun!

Her mind conjured up the face of the inverted beings, and his soft shouts lingered in her ears.

Her originally somewhat sluggish spirit was condensed again, and she must not give up!

"Despicable humans, die!" There was a furious voice behind him.

Jun Qianxi suddenly stopped and turned around, she condensed a trace of spiritual power, and pulled out a beautiful sword flower with a twist of her wrist.

The tentacles that flew first were cut off by the sword in her hand, her body shook and was shocked by the force and spat blood, she didn't have time to wipe or stabilize the injuries in her body, the blade of the sword turned and fell to the left to block an attack again.

At the same time, she retreated one after another with the help of the shock force of these tentacles.

Eventually, she retreated to a tipping point where the tentacles that were supposed to pull her out of reach.

Her tense spirit collapsed instantly, and she fell to the ground and vomited a few mouthfuls of blood again.

As she sat cross-legged about to heal, the mud beneath loosened, and then another tentacle emerged, encircling her body effortlessly.

No wonder she always felt strange, it turned out that this "eight-clawed monster" only danced seven tentacles, and more than half of this one was always hidden in the mud waiting for an opportunity.

Her whole being was lifted up by it, and the "Octopus" seemed to be about to crush it alive, and the tentacles shrank and tightened.

The sword in her hand fell to the ground, and the bones made a crunch.

She felt her chest swell, as if it was tightening and her internal organs would be squeezed out.

"Xi'er!"

A familiar shout came from my ears, was it an auditory hallucination?

She gritted her teeth and struggled to open a slit, seeing the blurry figure coming from far and near.

"Styx, let's go!" Her voice was barely audible.

He woke up, and with the help of the soldiers, he was safe at the bottom of Blackwater Bay, which was great!

In this way, there is no need for the supreme yang thing, and he can return to the soul path safely, which is great!

The corners of her mouth curved into an arc, which seemed to be a smile in her life, so she did her best to make it bloom.

Duanmu Ming saw this suffocating scene, he went crazy again, and he reached her in a flash, and a black ghost light flashed in his hand, landing on the thick tentacle.

The tentacles were cut off directly.

He gently wrapped his arms around the waist of the person beside him, and with a wave of his sleeve, a flash of light flashed, and the galloping tentacles were swept back by the blow.

He tapped his fingertips, and streaks of black mist mixed with thunder covered the tentacles that surged up again.

"Condensation!" His cold voice rang out, and the tentacles were instantly covered in black ice crystals.