"Sister Yue's temperament has changed greatly during this time, it turns out that you are not Sister Yue at all!"

"Say! Who are you? Why do you pretend to be Sister Yue's identity? What a conspiracy there is against my Song family! ”

Song Wan's spiritual power flowed, her voice was vast and majestic, and her momentum was awe-inspiring.

Song Wanyue was suppressed and fell to the ground.

"I'm really Song Wanyue!" She cried out in a broken voice, feeling death looming.

Even though he has fought with wild beasts through repeated battles, he is sure that he has not fought for his life.

At this time, he was forced to face Song Wanling's murderous gaze, and his psychological defense line collapsed, and he shouted in a dumb voice.

"I crossed over, I am Song Wanyue!

It wasn't me who hurt her, it was that she was already dead after being rescued from the lake, and then I crossed over to her! ”

Song Wanling's pupils shrank sharply, and her mind shook dramatically, "Take away!" ”

As she spoke, she raised her hand suddenly, but the sharp blade of the sword cut through her palm, and then directly slashed the tip of the sword across Song Wanyue's cheek.

She screamed, covered her cheek with her hands, and moved backwards in terror, but collapsed to the ground after a few steps.

Song Wanling quickly pinched the magic trick, and her blood and Song Wanyue's blood turned into two blood lines that were intertwined in the air, and then turned into one.

"It's the blood of the Song family!"

She stepped forward again, raised her sword and slashed away.

Song Wanyue closed her eyes and screamed, but Song Wanling just crossed out the soft armor on her shoulder.

Looking at the intact skin, Song Wanling wiped the storage bag in her palm, and the token of the Song family's bloodline was quickly pulled and appeared out of thin air.

And Song Wanyue's neck showed up as if there was no trace, and at the same time, the token she put in her arms floated out.

The two tokens were attached to each other, and then one fell into Song Wanling's palm, and the other fell to the ground.

"There is nothing wrong with your identity, you are Sister Yue." Song Wanling's deep voice came out.

Song Wanyue was overjoyed, suddenly turned over and crawled towards her, stretched out her hand with difficulty and begged:

"I really didn't lie to you, I'm your sister Yue... Help me!

You are an eighth-layer Qi cultivator, and you must still have an elixir on your body, you will definitely be able to save me, please save me! ”

At this time, Song Wanling's sad voice came out again.

"The body belongs to Sister Yue, but you are not Sister Yue, you took her away, where did the lonely ghost come from!"

Her apricot eyes were full of tears, and her eyes were full of grief and grief.

"I'm not trying to take her away, I said that she was injured and rescued from the lake and died, I crossed over to her, not to take her!

but to continue her life, I am Song Wanyue, I will build a foundation in the future, I live for her, if you don't save me, you will harm your sister Yue! ”

Song Wanyue pleaded bitterly.

"Dare to deceive me!

If I spend time on cultivation, I can indeed save you by calling the Song family again."

Song Wanyue's lifeless eyes suddenly lit up with hope, but in front of Song Wanling, there was a murderous look.

In the midst of the heartbeat, the girl's voice was still clear but extremely cold, like a sharp knife cutting into her soft heart, destroying her hope.

"But not only will I not save you, but I will also slash you, a lonely soul and wild ghost, to avenge the blood of Sister Yue's Dharma Body!"

Song Wanling raised her head suddenly, two lines of clear tears slid across her beautiful and white cheeks, and crystal tears dripped down her small chin, like pearls.

Then she suddenly shouted: "Sister Yue, look! ”

"No!"

Song Wanyue screamed violently, but she saw Song Wanling's wrist shake, and the water sword in her hand came out of her hand, slamming through her dantian.

Blood shot out, beads of blood rolled down her face, half of it red.

Song Wanyue struggled in pain, but the water sword turned around sharply.

During the extremely fast flight, the blood and water continued to roll down from the crystal clear sword body, and the blood beads were sprinkled, and the water sword shuttled through the dantian.

Song Wanyue's mouth opened, and before the screams came out, scarlet blood spilled out of her mouth, staining her chin red.

She stared at Song Wanling with resentful eyes.

Song Wanling didn't dodge or dodge, and looked at her indifferently.

Song Wanyue fell to the ground, her eyes staring deadly, "You must know that I have a plan for your bracelet!"

But still come with me, didn't you want to plan for a long time?

At that time, you didn't know that I wasn't your Sister Moon, but you still had to be to your Sister Moon...

You're just a hypocrite, and I never wanted to kill you......"

There was a trap ahead, not made by her, it was there for a long time, she was reminded of it last time.

After thinking about it, I felt that Song Wan's spiritual cultivation was high, but after all, she had never fought in actual combat, so she wanted to lead her into that trap and save her with all kinds of hard work.

Let the other party be moved, and then feel that she was saved by a life, and then she asks for it with the grace of saving her life, and the bracelet is very likely to be obtained.

But I don't want to look at an innocent and romantic girl on weekdays, and I deserve to be a monk!

No matter how close and close the sisters are and have the same bloodline, once they fancy their chances, they can also be ruthless.

It turned out that the monks were so ruthless, but she still understood it too late......

Song Wanling closed her eyes, her fingertips trembling constantly.

She knew that Sister Yue had a plan, and she subconsciously planned it.

If you don't eat the mountain fruit by mistake, the other party will ask for the opportunity again.

She is no longer a sister Yue who can be trusted, what will happen to her?

The opportunity will be lost, and even more so the life will be hindered, and the magic weapon that can be enhanced by the moonlight cultivation is unheard of, and may even be more precious than the spirit weapon.

Once a monk Jindan visits, the Song family will not be able to protect her, and will even encounter a crisis of extinction because of her!

So what happens to yourself?

Song Wanling's eyelids jumped and closed her eyes, maybe, maybe she hoped that Sister Yue would make a move on her, and then she could,

She can fight back with the same disregard for sisterhood!

But Sister Yue didn't, she was just calculating with crude means......

"But you're not my Sister Yue."

Song Wanling opened her eyes suddenly, her gaze was clear and thorough, like a water mirror.

Song Wanyue's breath was slight, she was going to die like this, but when she heard this, she struggled to open her eyes, her eyes were full of viciousness, her mouth was open, and her mouth was full of blood.

"It's time for you to get to know yourself, Song Wanling, you are not a kind and clean little fairy, you are the real femme fatale!"

"There's no need to do more, I have never felt that I am kind, there are no fairies in the world of cultivating immortals.

I am good with others, but human nature is evil, and it is reasonable for others to be evil with me, and I fight back.

Besides, there has never been a rule in the immortal cultivation world that monks should be kind, and I have a clear conscience.

And you know my chance, and you try to take away my chance, and I kill you by me, which is right. ”

Song Wanling said clearly, her eyes were cold and flat, frank and open.

Song Wanyue was unwilling, staring at her and wanting to shout again, but her throat was stalked, she made a hoarse sound, and her head was tilted.

His eyes were still staring, and he didn't bat at death.

Song Wanling stumbled, and her expression became relaxed when her legs were a little weak.

But then his eyebrows and eyes froze, his expression was defensive, and with a blow from his palm, a water arrow shot in the air.

But there was nothing in the air, she gritted her teeth, pinched the magic trick and pierced a few water cones, making waves in the air.

In the blink of an eye, the water sword slashed into the air again, drawing light blue sword light in the sky.

At the same time, a large net was outlined by waterlines, as if to trap something.

……