This time, she is determined and will not give up until the last moment.
But the premise is that she wants Qianmo Qingcheng to live.
She didn't know what Ye Shuihan's conspiracy was, and she didn't know who was behind Ye Shuihan.
She doesn't know who the owner of this power is.
The only thing she knows is that Qian Mo Qingcheng cannot die now.
Why?
A top expert on the Mingfeng Continent was swallowed up by an inexplicable force?
Although this power is comparable to the peak power of martial spirit, she still cannot tolerate such a thing.
Ye Shuihan wanted them to die, and she wanted them to live and live well.
Although, they are fighting a trapped beast.
She would not give up the chance to live until the last moment.
His pale face was like the white snow flying in the wind, looking so transparent and light.
The blood stain on the chest resembles a snowdrop, gradually opening larger and more coquettishly.
Yun Luoxue bit her lower lip, almost biting her crimson lips into pieces.
The blood on her heart was still pouring into the green light, and the black power rushed into the air, almost swallowing them up.
Xiaobao hasn't come out yet.
Yun Luoxue used the blood in her heart as time and gambled her life in exchange for the last chance to survive.
Qianmo Qingcheng's face was as gloomy as iron, very cold...
A pair of purple eyes were opened tightly, and their eyes were blood red.
Yun Luoxue's blood stung him. Yun Luoxue's blood was like an invisible hand squeezing his heart so hard that he could hardly breathe.
The blue power in my hand has gradually turned into light blue and is about to disappear.
He roared and shouted in his heart over and over again, Luo Xue Luo Xue...
Suddenly, Qian Mo Qingcheng's hand clenched into a fist, holding it hard, sinking into the palm of her hand, blood gushed out, and blood splashed.
The place is enchanting and blood blooms.
The pupils like glazed stones suddenly flashed with a purple light, carrying the power of desperate destruction.
Qianmo Qingcheng closed her eyes slightly and let her heart go as she pleased.
Every moment, he could not forget Yun Luoxue's blood, Yun Luoxue's face as pale as snow, Yun Luoxue's fragile but strong call, she called: Qingcheng...
The martial spirit energy that was about to be exhausted suddenly recovered like a source, causing Qianmo Qingcheng's body to be covered with a layer of light purple.
Purple brilliance, lingering beauty.
A thick purple mist hung around Qianmo Qingcheng like an ethereal sight.
Deep in his heart, he always remembered Luo Xue, thought about Luo Xue, and worried about Luo Xue...
"Qingcheng...."
The black devil's palm is supported by Yun Luoxue's own strength.
She raised her head and accidentally saw the changes around Qianmo Qingcheng.
What is that?
Involuntarily, she called out softly.
Qian Mo Qingcheng closed her purple eyes. In the darkness, the scene he saw just now kept repeating before his eyes.
Bright blood flowers covered Luo Xue's chest, blooming unscrupulously.
The blood was flying, and everything seemed so affectionate.
People's hearts are soft, and sometimes they just need a breaking point.
A driving force that can unleash the power of the whole body.
"Luo Xue——" With an angry shout, Qian Mo Qingcheng suddenly opened her eyes.
Purple eyes, sparkling.
Like a rippling lake, a pool is slightly rippled.
The originally lavender eyes looked even more enchanting and aggressive the moment they were opened again.
The lavender color transforms into a crystal-clear purple color, overflowing with aura and making others envious.
Qianmo Qingcheng walked through the heart just now, and his whole body seemed to be poured into more spiritual power.
The blood in Yun Luoxue's heart was almost exhausted.