Miss Eight Series Summoner

Feng Xi's eyes flashed, and without thinking about it, she shook her body and flew towards Mochuang.

Mochuang only felt that there was a flower in front of him, and he hadn't figured out what was going on. He only felt that there was a figure behind him instantly, and a hand with silver gloves had already been attached to his back.

Feng Xi's voice didn't carry a trace of temperature, and slowly came from behind: "What I said, do you have any objections?"

The icy tone is like ice that has been frozen for a thousand years, just listening to it makes people tremble.

Even though it was Mochuang, he shuddered unconsciously, and immediately wanted to get out of it.

But then the hand behind him slammed hard, and under the action of the silver wire glove, it directly penetrated the black mist and pierced into the back.

A sharp tingling pain came from behind, and for a long time he didn't feel the magic wound of what the pain was. He subconsciously wanted to escape, but the sound from behind forced him to stop.

"Don't move, otherwise I will let you know if you escape faster or if I dig out your heart faster."

At this time, Mochuang finally realized the horror of Fengxi. In addition to his strength, it was his psychological strength. Even if he moved out of the Demon Cult leader, the opponent would not be moved!

How did he know that from Feng Xi's point of view, as long as he targets people he cares about, there will be no good results!

Not far away, Feng Heng saw this scene, his eyes revealed unconcealable pride, proud of Feng Xi's strength.

"You...what can you do to me? Even if you are strong, how about? Do you think you can protect so many dozens of human beings? As long as I give an order, these demon slaves will attack immediately. When the time comes, Don't think about it!" Mochuang gritted his teeth and said, feeling very upset because he was pinched by Feng Xi before he made any moves.

Feng Xi narrowed his eyes dangerously and said: "Really..."

The light and fluttering words made Mochuang's heart shake.

Before I had time to comprehend what the two words Feng Xi mean, in the next second, I saw another figure flashing past, and the speed was no less than Feng Xi's speed!

A short blade in Jin Jiaye's hand rushed directly into the team of demon slaves, just like Feng Xi's behavior in the previous two times, with the rapid speed, the short sword quickly pierced into the hearts of demon slaves.

But in a moment, all the dozens of demons fell down!

Mochuang turned his back to the demon slaves, and didn't know what had happened, but felt that Jin Jiaye had suddenly disappeared for a while, and soon appeared on the opposite side.

At the moment, I was still thinking about what Feng Xi had just said, and I heard Feng Xi speak again.

"You ordered a try..."

Mochuang was agitated by these words, and a trace of blood was aroused in the end, he turned his whistle out of his hand again and blew it in his mouth, directing the demons to attack.

Three times in a row, one is more urgent than the other, but there is no movement behind him.

Mochuang was taken aback, not knowing what had happened.

At this moment, Feng Xi finally pulled out his hand behind Mochuang.

Mochuang hurriedly turned around, only to see where dozens of demon slaves were standing just now. At this moment, there were mummified corpses lying all over the place.

Mochuang's legs softened in fright, and the blood that had just been aroused was wiped out again, and he almost sat on the ground.

"Grandpa, you take them back first, let me handle the matter here." Feng Xi raised his head and said to Feng Heng, but his mind stopped on Mochuang to prevent him from slipping away at any time.