Lord National Teacher, please forgive me

Chapter 228 Fighting

When Feng Ling finally dealt with the second attack and was resting and panting, the corner of the Demon Lord's mouth could not help but curl up into a vicious smile.

Looking at Feng Ling's eyes is like looking at ants, with contempt and disdain.

"Girl," the demon lord Yin Hong opened his lips slightly, "You will die!"

Feng Ling knew in her heart that the devil wanted to consume herself to death.

"Humph," Feng Ling wiped off the sweat on her forehead, her eyes were sharp, her expression stubborn and resolute, accompanied by the rustling of her clothes, at this moment, the dilapidated monastery had become her foil, Feng Ling said arrogantly: "come!"

In the eyes of the demon lord, Feng Ling at this time was nothing but a useless groan before death, not worth mentioning.

The Demon Lord seals again
However, Feng Ling took the initiative to attack this time. With a twist of his wrist, the mahogany sword was released from his hand. The sword body was surrounded by aura, and it was so sharp that it seemed to be able to cut through the air, piercing the demon lord's throat.

The demon lord's seal was broken, and he couldn't help but frown slightly, the sleeve of his right hand was turned upside down, and the mahogany sword was thrown to the ground.

The devil's tone was disdainful, "Do you only have this level?"

"I won't let you down," Feng Ling said, before the spirit sword that fell to the ground by the demon lord suddenly flew up again, piercing the demon lord's back.

"brush!"

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

The demon lord suddenly became angry from embarrassment, his right hand was full of evil spirits, and he pressed down, "Ni Mie!"

"boom!"

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

So strong!

A level of strength!
Not long after Feng Ling was promoted to B-level, Feng Ling exchanged a cold glance with the Demon Lord, and then, with a wave of his right hand, nine mahogany swords appeared in front of Feng Ling out of thin air, and nine flying swords were suspended in the air in a circular shape.
"Hmph," the demon lord squinted at Feng Ling, and made seals with his hands again, but the speed was really fast, both hands had turned into afterimages, Feng Ling wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

"Hundred Ghosts Slayer!"

"Boom!"

A big crater suddenly exploded on the ground, and Feng Ling rolled over to avoid it.

Inside the big pit, a black portal exuding a strong evil spirit is slowly opening.

This door is like the gate of hell in the legend. There are ghost faces carved on the door. The expression on each ghost face is very painful, hideous, and glowing red, extremely weird!
At this moment, the surrounding temperature instantly dropped, and the sky became dark. With gusts of gloomy wind, a huge ghost claw stretched out from the black portal.

"Squeak!"

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

"Roar!"

The bull-headed ghost was ten feet tall, carrying a gigantic mace in his hand, and when he emerged from the door, he couldn't help screaming excitedly,

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

Holding a mace, the Tauren looked down at the tiny phoenix feathers on the ground like ants, with fierce and evil eyes.

Immediately afterwards, another huge evil spirit crawled out from the gate of hell. This evil spirit had a horse face, its huge mouth was opened, revealing its dark white teeth, and it held a guillotine in its hand, full of malice. Staring at Feng Ling.

A snake-headed monster emerges from behind the horse-faced ghost. Its scarlet tongue is more than ten feet long. When swallowing, it is sticky and has a stench, which seems to be poisonous.

The snake-headed ghost was holding a nine-section whip in his hand, which seemed to be made of white bones, and when he waved it like a white chain, he easily destroyed an abandoned Buddhist hall.

Feng Ling's face was solemn, she could feel that every one of the evil spirits that crawled out this time was no weaker than her!

Fortunately, the gate of hell seems to be slowly closing, and no evil spirits will come out of it.

From the corner of Feng Ling's eyes, she saw that the demon master's face was solemn, and cold sweat seemed to be dripping from his forehead. It seemed that he was at his limit to be able to summon these three evil spirits!
If he could really summon a hundred such powerful evil spirits, Feng Ling felt that he should... run away!

However, since there are only these three now, she is not without the power to fight!
(End of this chapter)