Miss Eight Series Summoner

"However, I once swore to my master that I will never kill until I don't touch the bottom line, so..."

Under the cover of the black cloth, his eyes pierced sharply. When Hei Yan was still pestering the coercive aura, his figure flashed directly in front of Hei Yan, and the hand under the black cloth was raised.

"Papa Papa..." The crisp slap in the face suddenly continued.

The hand danced so fast that he slapped a dozen or so slaps at once, and when he felt it was almost the same, he moved his feet, and the figure of the man in black returned to the position where he had just stood.

If it wasn't for Hei Yan's red-scarred face, the behavior just now would have thought it was just an illusion.

"This seat didn’t use any power. It’s already very merciful. This can be regarded as a disciple for me to get it back. Junior, remember, there are some people you can’t provoke, and you can’t. Otherwise, you will Can't afford the corresponding price, understand?"

After being slapped a dozen or twenty slaps, Hei Yan didn't feel the pain, but he felt humiliated, and anger rose in his heart, but now he didn't dare to show it at all.

Although his brows were deep furrowed, he still had a face in Burma, looked at the black man in awe, and responded in a low voice; "I understand!"

"Well, since you are also a sensible junior, I don’t have much interest in killing you, but I don’t want to see you and your disgusting puppets appear on this realm, and the people in Meicheng, dare To arrest my fellow disciple, I don’t know whether to live or die. It’s not a shame to kill. As for today’s things, I’m still within the limits of what I can tolerate, so I don’t want to fight. As for how to do it, you can do it yourself. !" said a majestic and oppressive voice, and the man in black gave Hei Yan a meaningful look, with a clear warning in his eyes!

Hei Yan endured the mood swings in his heart, smiled reluctantly, and said; "Your words, remember in my heart, it's just..."

The wind under the black clothes snorted; "Just what? Is it still necessary to make this seat fail? I really don't know what to do..."

The black figure stood in the void, motionless, but the hand that was behind it stretched out, and the flame that was spontaneously ignited in the air suddenly retracted into her. On the palm.

As soon as the flame returned to her palm, the flame suddenly rose and was extremely hot, as if the flame was suddenly blasted by the mood swings when he was angry.

Suddenly, with a flick of his hand, the soaring flame went straight down into the air, enveloping a dozen demon slaves gathered on the land below with great accuracy.

There was a cold laugh under the black clothes, seemingly proud, and as if nothing had happened; "I said that I won't kill you, so I played such a trick with your dirty puppets! Hope this trick will not Have a chance to use it on you!"

On the ground, what everyone saw was undoubtedly another horror. They saw that they were not affected by the flames, and all evaded desperately, with fear in their eyes.

In the chaos, everyone seemed to hear that the demon slaves let out a short but terrified howling...

Then, I saw the black-clothed man's hand flicking in midair, and the flame that wrapped a dozen demon slaves suddenly shook, and was taken back into her hand. Gradually, the flame seemed to disappear in her palm.