The spider webs were blowing overwhelmingly, and Beilan Laiye's body was like a lingering shadow at this time, and it was defeated by a ray of light.

She walked around behind the Jianghu Mengke, her eyes seemed to be sealed by a ray of light, and her expression was indifferent and helpless, which exploded in an instant.

"Puppeteer, you're not cute at all, and you can see that you don't want to stay with your master at all, that puppet is just a little plaything he designed to fulfill his heart's desire, why don't you stand in our camp."

"Little girl, this strength is not very good, but there is a lot of nonsense, today I will let you see what it means to be powerful, and the puppeteer is not so easy to bully.

The mention of the word battle line is disgusting.

Their puppeteer clan has been waiting and serving the gods of the Nine Heavens for generations, and that is the heavens has never changed.

There was a brain fire in the center of the eyebrows of the Jianghu dreamer, and he was unwilling to deal with these two people from the beginning.

"Then wait and see, whether I win or you lose."

"There is never a high or low on the battlefield."

Beilan Laiye looked at that guy as if he was blocked by a light, and she didn't know what was going on.

It's just that the shadow in front of him flickered and passed by him at once, like a phantom, turning into a dreamy phantom at this point.

The figure of the Jianghu dreamer was like a bolt of lightning, falling behind Beilan Laiye, and threw that power into her body like a city wall, still as cold and indifferent as ever.

The soul power penetrated into the vertebrae like cold water, as if trapped by a special force, her blood surged, and she suddenly spit out a blood, and her entire back was arched and looked at the ground, unable to calm down for a long time, and could only rely on that kind of consciousness to quietly stabilize her mind here.

The surrounding fog is filled, which adds a bit of mystery to this forest.

The sound was like a wolf's howl, and at this moment, it was held hostage by the power of a light, and it was eroded little by little in these coldness and consciousness.

Beilan Laiye looked not far away, and his voice was as if he was swept by a dream, and at this moment, he was restrained by the power of a light, emitting a gentle and healing light.

"I always feel like the soul power in my body has been drained?" She was all on the spot.

Lan Qi stayed in the desert, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and he did not speak.

"I'm okay with that, little girl?"

In the desert is the taunt from the dreamers of the rivers and lakes.

"I don't believe it anymore, what can you do to me."

With a ball of flames wrapped around her, she passed through any door and retrieved the ancient wooden hairpin from the puppeteer.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"How?!"

Those silk threads broke one by one, and gradually burned out in the flames like some silk nets, turning into a non-existent feeling, and at this time it became a vanity.

The dreamer of the rivers and lakes was attracted by this light, his body could not move, this soul power seemed to be sucked into a bottomless pit, and he felt a helplessness that did not come, listening to the words of the master in the mist, he couldn't help but be shocked.

This is a common trick used by assassins, and Xiao Nizi really has a set.

"You're just the tip of the iceberg, and those assassins are at the bottom of the class."