When Feng Ling finally managed to solve the second attack and rested and breathed, the corners of the Demon Lord's mouth couldn't help but curl up with a vicious smile.

Looking at Feng Ling's eyes, it was like looking at ants, contemptuous and disdainful.

"Girl," the demon lord Yin Hong's lips opened slightly, "you will die!" ”

Feng Ling knew in her heart that this demon lord wanted to consume herself.

"Hmph," Feng Ling wiped the sweat from her forehead, her eyes were sharp, her expression was stubborn and resolute, accompanied by the sound of hunting in her clothes, at this moment, the dilapidated temple had become her foil, Feng Ling said arrogantly: "Come on!" ”

At this time, in the eyes of the demon lord, Feng Ling was just a useless shēny before the ant died, and it was not worth mentioning.

The Demon Lord seals again

However, this time, Feng Ling took the initiative to attack, and with a twist of his wrist, the peachwood sword came out of his hand, and the sword body was full of aura, sharp as if it could cut the air and stab the throat of the demon lord.

The Demon Lord's seal was interrupted, his brows couldn't help frowning slightly, the sleeve of his right hand was flipped, and the peachwood sword was knocked to the ground.

The Demon Lord said in a disdainful tone, "Do you only have this level?" ”

"I won't let you down," Feng Ling's words didn't fall, and the spirit sword that was hit by the demon lord and fell to the ground suddenly flew up again, stabbing the demon lord in the back of the heart.

"Brush!"

The body of the demon lord jumped into the air, but the flying sword seemed to have its own consciousness, and the sword body turned in the air, like a living meteor, chasing the demon lord closely.

The demon lord was suddenly annoyed and angry, his right hand was full of anger, and he pressed down, "Silence!" ”

"Boom!"

An invisible wave of powerful qi directly shattered the flying sword, and the figure of the demon lord flashed, and gently landed on the roof, staring at Feng Ling arrogantly.

It's so strong!

Strength アジ!

Feng Ling had just been promoted to the B rank not long ago, but Feng Ling glanced at the demon lord coldly, and then, with a wave of his right hand, nine peachwood swords appeared in front of Feng Ling out of thin air, and the nine flying swords were suspended in the air in a circle

"Hmph," the demon lord squinted at Feng Ling, and his hands were sealed again, but the speed was really fast, and his two hands had turned into afterimages, and Feng Ling wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

"Kill the Hundred Ghosts!"

"Boom!"

A large crater suddenly exploded on the ground, and Feng Ling turned over and dodged backwards.

Inside the pit, a black portal exuding a heavy evil aura was slowly opening.

This door is like the legendary gate of hell, and the door is carved with grimaces, and the expression on each grimace is very painful, hideous, and glowing red, which is extremely strange!

At this moment, the surrounding temperature dropped instantly, the sky became dark, and in the midst of the gloomy wind, a huge ghost claw stretched out from the black portal.

"Squeak!"

Feng Ling seemed to hear the sound of the hell gate opening, and a huge scarlet bull head came out of the hell gate, followed by the body.

"Roar!"

The bull-headed ghost is ten feet high, carrying a huge mace in his hand, and after coming out of the door, he can't help but look up to the sky excitedly and roar.

A pair of scarlet eyes, the size of a lantern, emitted two red rays of light, like two pillars of red light, as if feeling uneasy.

The minotaur carried a mace, looked down at the small phoenix on the ground like an ant, and his eyes were fierce.

Immediately afterwards, a huge evil ghost crawled out of the hell gate, this evil ghost had a horse face, a huge mouth opened, revealing the white teeth inside, carrying a guillotine in his hand, staring at Feng Ling with malice.

Behind the horse-faced ghost, a monster with a snake's head came out, his scarlet tongue was more than ten zhang long, and when swallowed, it was sticky and greasy mixed with a fishy smell, which seemed to be poisonous.

In the hands of this snake-headed ghost, he carried a nine-section whip, which seemed to be made of the bones of Bai Sensen, and when wielded like a white chain, it could easily destroy an abandoned Buddhist hall.

Feng Ling's face was solemn, she could feel the evil ghosts that crawled out this time, and every one of them was not weaker than her!

Thankfully, however, the gates of hell seem to be slowly closing, and no demons are coming out of them.

Feng Ling Yuguang saw that the demon lord's face was solemn, and cold sweat seemed to be dripping from his forehead, it seemed that being able to summon these three evil ghosts was already his limit!

If he could really summon a hundred such powerful demons, Feng Ling felt that he might as well run!

However, now that there are only these three, she is not without the strength to fight!

The National Teacher spares his life