The Demon-Strike Banner! By the way, the Demon-Strike Banner mentioned by the monster is the name of the white banner in Feng Ling's hand.

But Feng Ling never knew what it was rare, so she could only understand it literally, and it was just to provoke monsters - it was very unlucky, which led to her being very depressed!

The hazy moonlight reflected the weapons in the hands of several monsters, with riveted maces, and there were a trace of dark red blood marks hanging on the head of the stick, as if they had been dry for a long time, and I don’t know if the blood of some unlucky guy was stained with.

This is how monsters exist. In Feng Ling's eyes, they are all cruel and fierce, and they all drive her to the abyss of death. Now she is the next unlucky guy to be beaten by a blow. However, she has been running for sixteen years and has been unlucky for sixteen years, and is quite content.

Feng Ling slowly clenched her fingertips, and one of her hands was still holding the man's sleeve. At this time, the man's clean and smooth sleeves and arms were grabbed by Feng Ling's hand.

However, the man did not frown. He even heard the footsteps behind him, but he had never turned his head to see the current situation. He only lowered his eyes to Feng Ling's increasingly white and tight fingertips.

At this time, Feng Ling noticed the man's gaze, and she suddenly looked up and remembered that, yes, there was a beautiful man in front of her, and for some reason she was led into a dangerous situation by her. She was also unlucky and met her, the most ominous person in Jiuzhou.

Thinking of this, Feng Ling looked at the man's handsome eyebrows and gritted her teeth, thinking that she had to apologize to the innocent person who was implicated. She sighed, let go of the man's sleeves, pushed him behind him, and spread her arms, as if a hen was protecting the chick. While blocking her, she turned her head and shouted to the man who was "half beat slower":

"Authentic, I don't often do such kind things on weekdays, but because you are so beautiful, I will be very kind today and be righteous. You should run away quickly. I will hold on. Their target is me, not you, and it is still possible for you to escape. When you leave, I will find a way to escape!"

Feng Ling had already done her best to block the monster as she spoke. She saw her demon-striking banner holding the right hand, and her tender and pretty face revealed a deep and persistent charm under the half-closed and shy moonlight. She was obviously only 28 years old, and she was really thin, so thin that she felt that a gust of wind could blow away, but she had such a performance.

The man behind Feng Ling was interested in her performance, but he didn't move at all, and his handsome eyes were slightly upturned.

After a while, Feng Ling blocked the man behind her, but she did not hear the footsteps of the man running away from behind. So she felt a little anxious. After all, she rarely did a righteous thing. If this person didn't run away, wouldn't it be a waste of her kindness today?

Feng Ling was anxious and squeezed the demon flag and turned around and urged: "You are not happy..."

Unexpectedly, before Feng Ling could say "leave", she saw the man looking at the monsters ahead, showing a chilling and deterrent look. In the blink of an eye, Feng Ling suddenly felt a heat in her waist, and a wide arm wrapped around her waist, causing her feet to be empty and she left the ground.

Feng Ling was shocked and carefully realized her current state. She looked at the distance of five or six meters from the ground and seemed to understand that she was being held and flew up! The person who flew up with her was Feng Ling who thought she had never seen the world a moment ago! Can he fly? Could he be a Taoist monk?

It is true that the man's way of holding her at this moment was not beautiful. He was not a princess hug or a caring hug. Instead, he was like carrying a ball of bedding, with his left hand horizontally in the middle, as if he was clamping his arms and lifted it up from his waist. Feng Ling's head and feet naturally hung on both sides.

However, she was away from the monsters in an instant, and even more so, she looked down at the monsters and felt a sense of being above her. In order to think about it, Feng Ling was the one who was forced to escape before.

Feng Ling was surprised and looked up, saw the man's jaw. Going upwards was the corner of his sensual lips, and asked lightly: "Where are you going? I'm here, and I still need to run?"

Shocked! The man's words were too calm and domineering, which made Feng Ling overwhelmed. After taking a closer look at the man's actions in the air out of thin air, Feng Ling was even more shocked. She had heard that Taoist monks could use flying swords to reach a certain level and travel between mountains and rivers, like birds flying among clouds. However, they needed to use magic tools no matter what.

But the person in front of him was useless even a magic weapon. He just floated in the air like this, probably even better than a Taoist monk. Who is he?

Just as Feng Ling stuttered, shocked to find out, and asked, "You...who are you?", the monster below was probably shocked by the actions of the man in front of her. At the same time, she asked, "Who are you? Are you going to compete with the king, I'm not? Tell me! Which mountain is it from? Maybe I'm happy, I can spare your life!"

Hearing the monster's cry, the man's expressionless face, glanced at the monster like an ant under his feet with cold eyes, and said lightly: "Arrogant people, it's not your turn to ask me about my name."

As soon as the words came, the man raised his free right hand and waved it, and in an instant, a scene that shocked Feng Ling appeared.

I saw that his light wave seemed to draw a red sword shadow. The red shadow just touched the ground gently, but a "boom" sound came from a buzzing sound, even louder than the thunder in the sky.

Then, the unparalleled red color of burning eyes narrowed Feng Ling's eyes, making her unintentionally reach out to cover her eyes. When she opened her eyes again, she saw a sea of ​​fire below, burning within a radius of five miles. No matter how far she was, she could not see it clearly, only knowing where there was a shadow of monsters.

Feng Ling looked below, widened her eyes, staring at the person who caused the current scene, but when she saw this person staring at her right hand, relaxed, and sighed, "It's not easy to stop." After saying that, she waved her hand and immediately wiped out the fire she caused, as if the sea of ​​fire did not exist at all.

Feng Ling blinked her eyes and wanted to suspect that she had heard it wrong or read it wrong, but he did so, and did so.

When Feng Ling had not come to her senses, the man spoke again and asked: "You asked me before, what should you call me?"

Feng Ling heard this and after being taken back to the ground by the man, she thought about it. She asked the man who was there. Although it was a little different from what the man asked at this moment, it might as well be fine. Let him report his name first, so he nodded and said "Yes".
Chapter completed!