Hongliu smiled suddenly, shook his fingers gently, and looked like he was in thought, and then suddenly raised his head, looked at Lan Yutang, and said slowly:

However, I feel that Shang Tiandao is definitely not such a boring person, and he will definitely not do such a boring thing, although his swordsmanship is sharp and fast, entering the Hidden Sword Pavilion on Burial Sword Island, he has reached the realm of gods, but he will definitely not kill people for no reason.

Lan Yutang looked at her and said, "How do you know?"

Hongliu Dao: Because I've seen his swordsmanship.

Lan Yutang was stunned again, and said: Have you seen it again?

Hongliu nodded, then shook his head again, and said: No, no, although I have seen it, it is no different from not seeing it.

Lan Yutang also seemed to be confused, looking at her, as if waiting for her to explain.

Hongliu thought for a while, and then said: "You also seem to have said just now that Shang Tiandao's swordsmanship is sharp and his shots are fast, so although Sister Wutong and I have seen him dance his sword in front of us, we can't see his sword at all.

We can't see how he actually made a move, only a hazy and beating figure, so seeing it is like not seeing it.

Lan Yutang smiled, turned to look at the corpse of Qingyan sitting on the chair, suddenly lifted the curtain covering it, and pondered for a while.

Then, he couldn't help but sneer, as if he had made some new discovery, and swirled the immortal jade flute in his hand, which was as red as blood and as gorgeous as a rose, and placed it across his elbow.

The five fingers slid slightly over the blood-red flute, as if stroking a beautiful work of art, and as if stroking a pair of delicate and feminine women's hands, the expression was so immersed and engaged.

However, in just a moment, the expression on his face changed, and he became sharp and cold.

His originally gentle hands seemed to have been stabbed by something, and suddenly grabbed it, and suddenly exerted force, only to see the blood-red immortal jade flute in his hand suddenly stretch out, turning into a spear, a spear.

It's a golden phoenix gun.

The sharp tip of the spear turned into a meteor in mid-air, and suddenly stabbed diagonally towards the corpse of the green smoke sitting in the chair.

It was as fast as a thunderbolt in mid-air.

At this moment of lightning, I saw a golden light flash in the entire gloomy inn, and the headless corpse of the green smoke that was originally sitting on the chair suddenly stood up.

It's like being helped up by a pair of invisible hands, and it seems to stand up by itself, and it's more like being pulled by an invisible rope and turning into a puppet puppet on the stage for people to manipulate.

Qingyan's corpse, which stood up, changed its posture, as if it was tired of sitting, stood up and stretched, and then slowly sat down again.

And the robe of the sycamore covering the corpse suddenly rose into the air, and the iron wall blocked the immortal jade flute that turned into a spear and stabbed at it.

Although it was not a real iron wall, the moment it flew up, it forcibly blocked the phoenix spear stabbed by Lan Yutang, prompting it to change direction.

The fierce attack of the phoenix spear weakened instantly, and it stabbed right on the front leg of the chair, only to hear a "click" sound, inserting an inch.

Then, Lan Yutang suddenly used force, rotated the phoenix gun, and split the front legs of the sandalwood chair that was as hard as iron.

Although the chair had only three legs left at the moment, it did not fall down, and Qingyan's body was still sitting on it peacefully.

However, the head, which had fallen into the corner, was suddenly in the hands of her headless corpse, holding it with its hands crossed and its face forward.

Her eyes were almost alive, and even had a brilliance, staring at Lan Yutang coldly, with a look that seemed to be very proud, and like contempt.

It seems that Lan Yutang has not been put in his eyes at all.

Lan Yutang glanced at the corpse that suddenly woke up, and then, sighing slightly, the hand holding the gun shook slightly, and took back the phoenix spear inserted in the leg of the chair, and returned to the appearance of an immortal jade flute again.

Lan Yutang hugged his shoulders, looked at the corpse, suddenly smiled bitterly, and muttered: It seems that my phoenix spear has not been practiced yet, and it was actually dodged by you.

Although Lan Yutang was laughing, Hongliu seemed to be crying.

It's a horrible situation.

What's even more terrifying is that the head that was held in the hands of the corpse suddenly moved, opened its mouth a few times, and actually opened its mouth to speak, saying:

Since your phoenix gun is not yet ready to practice, you should find a place where no one is there to practice well, how can you joke about the corpse of a dead person?

You are simply blaspheming the dead, and when you get to the underworld in the future, you will be beaten into the Asura realm, you should be beaten, you should be beaten, you should be beaten.

At this time, Hongliu's chest seemed to be pounded hard, dull, depressed, and even began to tremble.

She pointed to the headless corpse that spoke, her face was terrified, and she trembled: You...... You...... Result...... Is it a human or a ...... Ghost?

The head moved again, and the corners of his mouth even showed a cruel smile, and said, "Little girl, what do you say?"

Lan Yutang took her in his arms, patted her shoulder gently, and said lightly: Since she can still talk to us, of course she is a human.

Hongliu didn't believe it a little, pointed to the head that spoke, looked at Lan Yutang with a frightened and puzzled face, and said: But...... How did she ......

The head moved, and said coldly: Yes, since you are a human, how can you speak without a head, little girl, you want to say that, right?

Although Hongliu wanted to shake his head, he couldn't help but nod.

The head suddenly gurgled a few times, facing her again, and then, with a few more eyes winking at her, the hands holding the head suddenly lifted and put the head on his neck.

After the position was set, the neck actually twisted a few more times, and then it completely returned to the appearance of a human being, and became lively again on it.

And there was not even a trace of his neck, as if his head had always been there and had never left.

At this time, if it weren't for Lan Yutang's timely support, then Hongliu would probably have fainted a long time ago.

Although she has always been a very strong woman, whether it is courage or martial arts, she is not lost to men at all, but in this situation, the innate fear of women in her still prevails.

Her body staggered and she almost fell.

Lan Yutang held the red willow in one hand and the immortal jade flute in the other, swirled for a moment, and then, staring at the green smoke that was sitting on the chair and returning to normal, he smiled and said:

Your phantom magic skills have really reached the realm of supernatural powers, and you almost deceived you by me, but these little tricks of yours are at most just deceiving women.