Liyue: "??? ”

"Don't kill the people of the Heavenly Dao Sect?"

"Don't work together to kill immortals?!"

"Don't take the road to heaven anymore?!"

"That's how you're learning this here?!"

Zhang Jianting raised his eyes when he heard this, and sighed,

"Don't pressure your skills, what are you anxious about?"

Young man, I can't hold my breath.

Liyue turned her head, saying that she didn't want to deal with Zhang Jianting, and even wanted to screw his head off.

This guy is very noisy.

Sang Luo lazily leaned on the trunk of the tree and flipped through the puppet tricks, and spoke slowly,

"Don't worry, let the others consume that immortal first, and when everyone is dead, he will come to the door himself."

Liyue glanced at Sang Luo when she listened, and a trace of coldness crossed her dark eyes.

The night was quiet, and Xinglan seemed to be tired of reading, leaning on the side and dozing off.

Song Qingyun's comprehension is also good, it didn't take long for him to learn a lot of puppet techniques, picked off a leaf, raised his hand and threw it not far away, that is, he conjured up a puppet that was exactly the same as him.

As his gestures changed, the puppet began to raise his sword and evolve different sword moves.

Liyue looked at Song Qingyun's movements, her eyes flashing slightly.

And the next moment, the puppet sword turned around, sent the long sword into his abdomen, and stabbed himself through.

The smile on Liyue's face froze slightly.

And Sang Luo is eyes are dyed with a smile,

"Little junior brother, you have a good understanding."

Song Qingyun was complimented, and began to wag his tail again, raising his chin with pride,

"That's, don't look at whose junior brother it is!"

His master is the Changli Sword Venerable of the Fourteen Continents of Cangwu, the second master is the Chongming Sword Venerable who has been dominating the storm for thousands of years, and the direct senior sister is the future immortal king who saved Li Yuan and the fire and water!

He is not very perceptive, who has high perception!

For this sentence, Sang Luo is very useful.

Liyue listened to the conversation between the senior sister and brother, and fell silent again.

These two guys, what a fuck. Narcissism!

The night breeze blows, rustling the branches and leaves of the ancient trees.

Above the pitch-black sky, the stars that had been glowing with pale white light gradually began to turn red.

Sang Luo put down the essence of the puppet technique in his hand, clenched the Fengli sword in his hand, raised his eyes to look not far away, and spoke softly,

"Here we are."

Song Qingyun took two steps back slightly at the moment of Weiya's arrival, protecting Xinglan, who was dozing off.

Zhang Jianting's originally lazy back also straightened, grasped the long sword in his hand, and began to converge. Demon's Breath.

Just learned the way of natural balance, he also thought. Give it a try.

The sky began to gather phantoms, and Zhang Jianting directly raised his sword and rushed up, the people who came seemed to have not expected Zhang Jianting to be so fierce, and began to kill as soon as he came up.

The phantom finally converged into a human form, holding a scimitar in his hand, a red moon behind him, and the demonic breath around his body gathered, as if a killing god had descended.

Sang Luo raised his eyes to look at the figure, but his eyes finally fell on the long knife in his hand, and a shallow smile rose at the corner of his lips,

"I like this thing."

Walking to destroy the Heaven Dao Sect, she can't use Feng Li, she just lacks a knife!

This knife is good!

As she spoke, she kicked Liyue out.

Question marks from the full head of the moon, roaring and roaring,

"Are you human?!"

You're obsessed with his knife, what are you kicking me in??!

Sang Luo tilted his head and smiled softly,

"Isn't it natural that you are my servant and help me do things?"

The girl hid the knife with a smile in her eyes, this so-called Liyue is really suspicious.