It's not as smooth as it looks, but it's full of iron thorns!
Maybe it's because they were imprisoned just now, and the iron shells haven't completely fit together yet.
The two halves of the iron shell imprisoned Luo Qingyue in the middle.
If the two halves of the iron shell are completely fused together, she will be firmly locked inside and will definitely be stabbed to death like a slab of flesh.
Luo Qingyue stood in the middle, subconsciously supporting the iron shells on the left and right sides with her two hands. She tightly grasped Senhan's spikes with her delicate little hands and used all her strength to push them open.[
As long as her hand loosens a little bit, the iron shell will be closed mercilessly, and her end will be death, and a miserable death.
He died after countless iron thorns were pierced into his body one by one.
Gritting her teeth, Luo Qingyue never let go of her hand.
Although she is a woman, she possesses spiritual skills and mysterious power, so she can still open the iron shell for a while.
But as time goes by, her strength is exhausted, and her hand is strained, what else is waiting for her besides death?
The blood stain on the chest is like a big bloody lotus. As time goes by, it blooms more and more enchantingly.
The white clothes were almost stained with blood, and turned into a dazzling and bright red.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on Luo Qingyue's white forehead, and fell on the ground drop by drop along her temples.
Having already been pierced by the Moon-Eating Sword, she was already at the end of her strength.
But she still didn't give up!
As long as she still has breath, as long as she still has some strength, she will not give up, and she cannot give up.
The long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and a pair of clear eyes floated and shone with determination.
She is obviously just a woman, but she is so strong!
Seeing this, the fox on the wall shook his head slightly, with a tone that was three parts sneer, three parts ridicule, and four parts coldness, and said slowly: "At the end of the day, death will be a matter of time, so why bother struggling in vain?
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It spoke calmly, and seeing Luo Qingyue struggling like this, it felt nothing but indifferent contempt.
There are too many people who come to Shura Blood Tower, but there are very few people who can reach the eighteenth floor.
Among these few people, most of them struggled with Luo Qingyue's situation with all their strength.
But what’s the result?
Not a death yet?[
I am used to seeing many people struggling and resisting before death, but the result is always the same.
For him, resistance is futile, and all he can do is accept death peacefully.
In this way, you can suffer less before death.
Of course, there was no one who did not resist, and sighed secretly in his heart, except for the man back then.
After gathering his thoughts, the fox continued to stare at Luo Qingyue.
There is no denying that this woman is different.
Those who broke into the Shura Blood Tower were all men, and those who broke into the eighteenth floor were all men.
It has never seen a woman so determined, and it has never seen a woman break through Shura Blood Tower. She is the first.
She is the first woman to break into the eighteenth floor, and she will also be the first woman to die on the eighteenth floor!
He smiled coldly, the fox's eyes flickered slightly, and on the eighteenth floor, the first undead woman would be ushered in!
This made him somewhat looking forward to it.
Luo Qingyue heard the fox's words in her ears, but the strength in her hands remained unabated and she used all her strength to resist.
Sometimes, even if you know the result, you will try to change it.