"Aren't you going to kill the people of Tiandao Sect?"
"Aren't we going to kill the immortal together?!"
“Aren’t we going to take the road to heaven?!”
"You're just learning 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 against the tree trunk lazily, 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. In a short time, he learned a lot of tricks related to puppetry. He picked off a leaf, raised his hand and threw it not far away, which turned out to be a puppet exactly like him.
As his gestures changed, the puppet began to raise the sword and evolve different sword moves.
Li Yue looked at Song Qingyun's movements, her eyes flashing slightly.
The next moment, the puppet's sword edge turned, and the sword was sent into his own belly, stabbing him through.
The smile on Li Yue's face froze slightly.
Sang Luo's eyes were filled with smiles,
"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 is, 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 saves 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 siblings and fell into silence again.
These two people are so damn narcissistic!
The night wind blew by, causing the branches and leaves of the ancient trees to rustle.
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 grasped the long sword in his hand, and began to gather the devil's breath.
He also wanted to give the natural balance method he had just learned a try.
Shadows began to gather in the sky, and Zhang Jianting directly raised his sword and rushed forward. The person who came seemed not to have expected that Zhang Jianting would be so fierce, and he started killing as soon as he came up.
The phantom finally converged into a human form, holding a scimitar in hand, with a red moon behind it, and the demonic aura gathering around the body, 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 Tian Dao Sect on foot, Feng Li must not be used. She just needs a knife!
This knife is good!
With that said, she kicked Li Yue out.
Li Yue's head is full of question marks, roaring and roaring,
"Are you human?!"
You fucking fancy his knife, why did you kick me up??!
Sang Luo tilted his head and smiled softly,
"You are my servant, and you should do things for me, isn't it natural?"
There was a smile in the girl's eyes. This so-called Li Yue was really suspicious.