The evening breeze of midsummer night was blowing, the cool wind and waves were surging through the town, Ling Tian should be very comfortable in the wind and waves, but he had something on his mind, it was midnight and he couldn't sleep, lying alone on the roof of the inn to plan every next step, to be precise, since he started his journey with Bingning, his heart became like a tight string, and the slightest touch of him would play violently, the uneasiness made him crave more and more strength, and it also made him gradually lose his cool. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"After all, the power of heaven and earth is not something that I can compete with as a mortal, but I am not reconciled, I don't want to weaken day after day and then fall next to Bing Ning, from today onwards, I must strive to improve my strength every minute and every second, and now I have a move with Xiaokong, and I can't go through twenty moves at all. "Although Ling Tian is now smart and talented, with his remaining skills, he can only barely rank in the top fifty on the Jianghu list.

In the night, a cold arrow broke through the air like lightning, the target was Ling Tian, in a moment, it was only ten meters away from Ling Tian, the two fingers in the index slowly stretched out, as if the script arranged the arrow into the finger, according to legend, the "Detective" Lu Xiaofeng [Lingxi One Finger] was the best in the world, and even the [Flying Immortal Outside the Sky] of the "White Cloud City Lord" Ye Gucheng could not escape his two fingers. Ling Tian's technique was naturally inferior to Lu Xiaofeng at this time, but in time, it would have a great tendency to compete.

Removed the note from the hilt of the sword and folded it, and read the words in the faint moonlight, only seven words: "Go to the Demon Mountain, at this moment." Ling Tian glanced at the stars in the sky, and quickly knew the direction of westward travel, so he started to gallop away, and disappeared in an instant like a bird.

Is the person who invited him friend or foe? There are not many people in the mortal world Ling Tian know, only a few bad ideas, could it be that Liu Qianyi's fellow disciples came to seek revenge? Or did the people from the Demon Sect Heavenly Sect come to make trouble for themselves again?

The robe luthier was bathed in the starlight, bathed in the wind, the summer wind filled his robe, his elegant and handsome face did not look like all in the world, his expression stood proudly in the night, like an emperor coming to give people a feeling of worship, but no one could deny his pride, the thing he held in his hand emitted a deep purple light in the night, and the spiritual power continued to emerge from this thing, it was the dragon spirit that Ling Tian had been taken away before!

Ling Tian sensed the place where the spiritual power was abundant at the foot of the Demon Town, and after locking the position, he came up and down in front of the pianist in less than a cup of tea, "You are the pianist of the Qinglong Town Teahouse that day, how can you have the previous dragon spirit in your hands?"

"How can you be sure that this is the dragon spirit from before?"

"Because the breath is exactly the same, although it has been refined and the volume and purity are different, the breath of all things is difficult to change. "Ling Tian has been able to feel the breath of things since he was born, this is not something that can be done by looking at his nose with his eyes, smelling his ears, and hearing, he must feel it with his heart to understand.

"I see, you're a terrible person. ”

"Aren't the dragon spirits in the hands of the Demon Sect Heavenly Sect?

"Dead. The pianist said lightly, and his tone was no different from answering that I had eaten.

"Why did you invite me here?"

"Fight with me, you win the dragon spirit will be yours, you will lose and do one thing for me! Whatever happens! Of course you can not accept it. ”

"Who are you sacred?"

"That's exactly what I want to ask you!"

The dragon spirit was close at hand, but the violinist who was in front of him made Ling Tian feel that the dragon spirit was far away in the sky, maybe this was the last chance!

Do you want to use that trick? It's a pity that the price paid is not light? But there is no other choice, Ling Tian vaguely feels that the skill of the robe violinist is no less than that of the demon dragon!