Wearing the Duke's Mansion, he was scrambling to save his life

Chapter 172 Qiao Xiaoxi died in battle

Qiao Xiaoxi stood among the eight men in black with a calm look in her eyes.

The men in black held long swords and surrounded Qiao Xiaoxi, forming a tight encirclement.

Qiao Xiaoxi dodged the attack of one swordsman by moving sideways with quick and agile movements, and then kicked another swordsman in the chest.

The swordsmen's attacks came like a tide. Qiao Xiaoxi shuttled among the sword shadows, sometimes dodging and sometimes counterattacking.

A swordsman swung his sword, but Qiao Xiaoxi bent down to avoid it, grabbed the swordsman's hilt, pulled hard, and pulled the swordsman to the ground.

Qiao Xiaoxi's movements were smooth and natural, without any delay.

Without any weapons in hand, the fight is all done with fists, so naturally more force is used.

But strength is something that is exerted at first, then it weakens, and finally it is exhausted.

As the battle progressed, Qiao Xiaoxi began to show signs of decline, his breathing became rapid, and sweat dripped down his forehead.

Qiao Xiaoxi still clenched her teeth and dared not show weakness.

The swordsmen's coordination became more and more tacit, and their attacks became more fierce.

Qiao Xiaoxi was exhausted from dealing with the situation and several wounds gradually appeared on her body.

However, Qiao Xiaoxi did not give up. He used up his last bit of strength, let out a roar, and rushed towards the swordsmen.

At this moment, Qiao Xiaoxi forgot the pain in his body and had only one belief in his heart - fight to the end!

Must live!

Qiao Xiaoxi's body was agile and her moves were like a storm as she attacked the man in black.

His eyes were firm and sharp, and he concentrated all his strength on every strike.

The secret guards were no ordinary creatures. They quickly launched a counterattack, with sword shadows flashing and interweaving into an impenetrable sword net.

Qiao Xiaoxi's figure was like a ghost. He could always find flaws in the sword net and deliver a fatal blow to the opponent.

The battle became increasingly intense. Qiao Xiaoxi's breathing became increasingly rapid. His fighting spirit became strong and he was determined to fight to the death.

Finally, after a fierce battle, the eight secret guards fell to the ground one after another.

Qiao Xiaoxi's body was covered with scars.

The Queen glanced at Qiao Xiaoxi and asked: "Do you still want to fight?"

Qiao Xiaoxi looked at the queen: "Your Majesty, do you still want my life?"

The queen said gently: "I don't want your life, I just want your blood. I want to see the wrinkles on your face slowly appearing as your blood slowly flows away."

Qiao Xiaoxi said with a smile: "My queen, I am not a demon. My blood is the same as everyone else's. It will die, but my skin will not wrinkle. I am the way I am now, and I will be the same when I die!"

The queen also smiled gently: "This is what you said. I didn't see it. Seeing is believing."

Qiao Xiaoxi smiled bitterly: "My lady, seeing is believing. Do I still have a chance to live?"

"Whether you live or not depends on your luck!" said the queen calmly.

At this time, Queen Zhao was a little crazy and was obsessed with getting Qiao Xiaoxi's blood.

Qiao Xiaoxi looked at the queen and thought, damn, this aunt Zhao Wudi is definitely mentally ill.

The nine-tailed fox Su Daji is possessed!

Su Daji wanted to cut open a pregnant woman's belly to see what she was pregnant with.

This Queen Zhao wants to let my sister bleed to see if she will age.

That’s right, Ah Xi, I’ve been here for eleven years, how could I not change?

However, in the twenty-first century, from eighteen to twenty-eight, it seems that nothing has changed.

Why do the ancient people change their appearance from eighteen to twenty-eight?

It's a disadvantage to wear clothes, and the soul follows the rhythm of ancient times.

My body is from the 21st century. There is nothing I can do if it doesn't follow the ancient times.

The Queen looked at Qiao Xiaoxi and asked, "Do you want to surrender or continue fighting?"

Qiao Xiaoxi sighed. She was going to die anyway, so she would rather fight before she died than be a daughter to her father.

Surrendering without a fight is not the integrity of the Qiao family.

"Let's try again and keep fighting." Qiao Xiaoxi said calmly.

There is only the Qiao Xiaoxi who died in the battle, but there is no Qiao Xiaoxi who is still alive and makes people like her so cute.

"Someone is coming."

Eight men in black flew down from the roof.