Chapter 3: Death Crisis 3

In just a few steps, she had no way to retreat, and the approaching dense sword light also made her unable to move for half a minute, the more this happened, the more unwilling Qi Feixue became, and there seemed to be a flame in her heart that wanted to burn everything around her.

She suddenly hated, hated this gratuitous disaster!

No matter how hard and uncomfortable her life is, she doesn't want to die like this inexplicably!

Yes......

When the sword tore through the flesh and tendons around his body, Qi Feixue couldn't help but let out a sharp and painful roar, and his blood-soaked hands swung around with force.

She wanted to swing away the sword that fell on her, but she didn't expect that her hopeless indiscriminate swing suddenly erupted with a terrifying force.

A blinding silver-white light erupted from all around her with her roar......

There was silence

That power, that power......

In the dense woods in the distance, the black-clothed man led by him fell in the grass covered in blood, and looked at the girl who slowly fell in the barren land in horror.

If he hadn't realized that something was wrong and retreated quickly, he would have turned into a piece of dust on the ground by now, just like everyone else.

Even so, he was so shocked that he couldn't move, and now even a powerless person could easily kill him.

Before he fell unconscious, the man in black vaguely felt that something was wrong, but now he couldn't think about it anymore, so he fell into the darkness, this time he was careless.

After making the final struggle, Qi Feixue could no longer support it, and at this time, she fell to the ground like a rag doll, with severe pain all over her body, and her head was even more like being torn.

She's going to die, she's really unwilling, heh!

She stared blankly at the dark night sky above her head, feeling her body getting colder and colder, she couldn't help curling up, and before she lost consciousness, she seemed to see a touch of silver floating in the air above her head very quickly.

Heh, what did she see? The white velvet is like a snowball, and it has several tails, like a fox, it's a pity, I can't see its appearance clearly, I really want to touch it.

I don't know how long it took, Qi Feixue seemed to regain consciousness.

In a daze, I felt that the body was hot and cold, the flesh and blood seemed to be peeled apart layer by layer, and the muscles and bones were pulled out inch by inch, knocked open, and then taken back.

Isn't she dead? Why is there still consciousness? And it's so painful.

Trying to open her eyes, Qi Feixue wanted to see clearly, who saved her? Or who is experimenting on her?

It's not that she is maliciously speculating, it's really the world that has deep malice towards her!

It's a pity that no matter how hard she tries, her eyelids seem to weigh a thousand pounds, and she can't open them, and even because of her actions, the sharp pain in her head is aggravated, and she falls into darkness all of a sudden.

Every time she regained consciousness, Qi Feixue only had one feeling, pain, pain into the bone marrow, and there was no place around her that did not hurt.

Her consciousness was always blurry, I don't know how many times she was awake? How many times have you been in a coma again? This time, for the first time, she saw in her eyes the culprit who had been experimenting on her.

What caught her eye was a wisp of flowing silver, as dazzling as snow, and she remembered it at a glance, even if she didn't see her face, she could still feel that it was as cold as ice and snow.

It was only a glance before she fell into a coma again, and what she didn't see was a pause as she opened her eyes, the man who had been struggling around her paused.

After she fell into a coma again, a slender and white hand suddenly reached into her face, poked and pinched her white cheeks with baby fat.