Li Yue: "???"
"Aren't you going to kill the people of Tiandao Sect?"
"Aren't we going to kill the immortal together?!"
"Aren't you going to take the road to heaven?!"
"You guys just learn this here?!"
Zhang Jianting raised his eyes and clicked his tongue.
"You have so many skills that you can't overwhelm yourself. Why are you in a hurry?"
Young man, I really can't hold my breath.
Li Yue turned around, saying that she didn't want to talk to Zhang Jianting, and even wanted to twist his head off.
This guy is very noisy.
Sang Luo leaned lazily on the tree trunk, flipping through the puppet technique, and spoke slowly,
"Don't worry, let others consume the immortal first. When everyone is dead, he will come to you."
Li Yue glanced at Sang Luo as she listened, a cold glint flashed in her dark eyes.
The night was quiet, and Xinglan seemed to be tired from reading, so he leaned to the side and dozed off.
Song Qingyun also had a good understanding. He learned a lot about puppetry in a short time. He picked off a leaf, raised his hand and threw it not far away, and then he transformed into a puppet exactly like him.
As his gestures changed, the puppet began to raise the sword and evolve different sword moves.
Li Yue's eyes flashed slightly as she watched Song Qingyun's movements.
The next moment, the puppet's sword edge turned, and the long sword was sent into his belly, and he stabbed himself through.
The smile on Li Yue's face froze slightly.
Sang Luo, on the other hand, had a smile in his eyes.
"Junior brother, you have a good understanding."
Song Qingyun received the compliment and began to wag his tail again, raising his chin with pride on his face.
"That's right, no matter whose junior brother it is!"
His master is the Changli Sword Master from the Fourteenth Continent of Cangwu, his second master is the Chongming Sword Master who has dominated the world for thousands of years, and his direct senior sister is the future Immortal King who will save Li Yuan and the water and fire!
His understanding is not high, who has high understanding!
Sang Luo was very impressed by this sentence.
Li Yue listened to the conversation between the senior sisters and brothers and fell into silence again.
These two people are so damn narcissistic!
The night wind blew by, rustling the branches and leaves of the ancient trees.
Above the dark sky, the stars that originally glowed with pale white light gradually began to turn red.
Sang Luo put down the Essentials of Puppetry in his hand, clenched the Fengli Sword in his hand, raised his eyes to look not far away, and spoke softly,
"coming."
The moment Wia arrived, Song Qingyun took two steps back slightly, protecting Xinglan who was dozing off behind him.
Zhang Jianting's originally lazy back straightened, he held the long sword in his hand and began to gather the devil's breath.
He also wanted to try the natural balance method he had just learned.
Shadows began to gather in the sky, and Zhang Jianting rushed forward with his sword. The person who came seemed not to have expected Zhang Jianting to be so fierce, and he started killing as soon as he came up.
The phantoms finally converged into a human form, holding a scimitar in their hands, with a red moon behind them, and demonic aura gathering around them, as if the god of death 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 faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
"I like this thing."
To destroy the Heavenly Dao Sect on foot, Feng Li must not be used. She happens to be short of a knife!
This knife is good!
With that said, she kicked Li Yue out.
Li Yue's head was filled with question marks, and he roared angrily,
"Are you human?!"
You're so fucking interested in his knife, why did you kick me up? ? !
Sang Luo tilted his head and smiled softly,
"You are my servant, and you should help me do things, isn't it natural?"
There was a smile in the girl's eyes, this so-called Li Yue was really suspicious.
