As soon as the words fell, another voice also came in from outside the door, although this voice was also lazy and free, but with a sense of ridicule, said:

Although your phantom magic skills are very powerful, if you want to create an illusion to disturb your mind in front of the so-called immortal phoenix Lan Yutang, I am afraid that you are still ten years early.

I believe that if it weren't for the cleverness of you to quickly take back the phantom magic skill just now, then the immortal phoenix Lan Yutang's phoenix night melody would definitely make the fear of those phantoms increase tenfold.

However, I can assure you that the phantom that has been exacerbated tenfold is not added to Lan Yutang's body, but your nerves, which will definitely make your life worse than death.

As soon as the words fell, the quick knife Xiang Xiang walked in from the outside.

One immaculate hand gently held the waist of the sweet sycamore, while in the other hand, he held a gentle, thin short knife that was almost about to float up when blown by the late autumn evening breeze, and the expression on his face was serene and serene, as if he were chanting a poignant poem.

From beginning to end, Sycamore's eyes were fixed on these almost perfect hands, so longing that he forgot to see the road under his feet.

As long as she can often see these hands as poignant as poetry, even if she falls, even if she falls hundreds or thousands of heels, she doesn't care.

When the quick knife Xiang Fang Shi Ran came in, even the newly resurrected Qingyan, and even the red willow who had fallen into endless love for Lan Yutang, couldn't help but be attracted by his flawless hands, and fell for his hands that were as beautiful as a love song.

Hearing Kuaidao's words, and didn't know if it was because of fear or excitement, Qingyan bit his lip and swallowed hard.

It took a lot of effort for her to retract the greedy devouring gaze that had been staring at the perfect hand, staring at Lan Yutang, staring at the immortal jade flute in Lan Yutang's hand, as if she had doubts about Xiang Fang's words.

In the past twenty years of living in seclusion in the Lonely Smoke Inn, her phantom magic skills have been practiced to the tenth level of the east wind, and she has completely reached the realm of perfection.

She really didn't believe that her phantom magic skills couldn't resist such a flute that looked like it was no different from other jade flutes except for the difference in color.

Could it be that the Immortal Phoenix's Phoenix Night Fantasy is really that powerful?

She didn't believe it, she really wanted to try, but she didn't dare.

Whether the words of the quick knife Xiangfang were true or false, but they invisibly caused a great sense of fear in her psychology.

In fact, even she didn't know why she felt this way in front of the quick knife Xiangfang, was it just because the knife in his hand was close to mythology?

Is it because of his flawless, poignant hands that are like a poem, a love song, or ...... Or is it because of ...... He's her subordinate?

No matter what, Wutong's gaze finally slowly moved away from the hands of the fast knife to the side, looked at Qingyan, with a look of disdain, and said: You better believe his words, otherwise, you will be the one who suffers in the end.

As soon as the words fell, her gaze returned to Xiang Fang's hand, still so hot, so greedy, as if she couldn't see enough.

Through this conversation, Hongliu woke up from the fear just now in a trance, felt a little relieved, looked at Lan Yutang, admired a face, and said:

What I saw just now were really just phantoms cast by her? I thought my internal strength was very high, but I didn't expect that in the end, I still couldn't resist her attack, wasn't it useless?

Lan Yutang gently wiped away the tears that hung from the corners of her eyes because she was too frightened with her thumb, and said softly: No, her phantom magic skills are indeed very powerful, and even I almost can't resist it.

But don't worry, if she dares to scare you with this kind of kung fu again, I will definitely let her taste the power of the phantom I have created.

When he said these words, although he had a smile on his face, the look in his eyes made Qingyan shudder a little.

Kuaidao Xiang Fang's originally lazy and free gaze suddenly became cold, and even with a hint of cruelty, he said coldly:

You know who I am, and I think, I know that I'm never panicked, if you're still skeptical, you can try?

Although you are also from the Dijing Palace, and you are still my subordinate, I can assure you that when you fall into the Phoenix Night Song of the Immortal Phoenix Blue Yutang, I will never come to your rescue.

For a traitor, perhaps, it is more comfortable to die in the sound of the immortal phoenix's phoenix night melody than to die under the palace rules of the Ogi Mirror Palace.

Qingyan was stunned, his gaze suddenly shifted from the hands of the fast knife to his face, and a look of fear and panic suddenly appeared in his eyes, and said, "You...... You...... Finally I know everything.

Kuaidao Xiangfang didn't even look up at her, just looked at the dim oil lamp on the table, snorted coldly, and said in a deep voice:

Of course I know everything, and now, although you are still the eyeliner sent by the Ogi Mirror Palace to hide here to monitor Bai Qinghou's actions, in fact, you have betrayed the Ogi Mirror Palace.

Not only did you hook up with Bai Qinghou and use the rights given to you by the palace master to satisfy your personal desires, but you also betrayed the secrets of the Dijing Palace to Bai Qinghou.

I would have liked to get rid of you sooner, but for the sake of your usefulness, you can live until now.

Since you can betray the true news that Ogi Mirror Palace is not known to outsiders to Bai Qinghou, of course, you can also sell the fake news to him.

Therefore, I deliberately calculated the plan, used these fake news to create a maze, create illusions, and eat away the gold villa step by step.

I think that when the Golden Villa disappears from the rivers and lakes, when the time comes, even if I don't kill you, the deceived Bai Qinghou will definitely not let you go.

Hearing this, Qingyan was not only not afraid, but even laughed.

The smile was so vicious, so cruel, like a poisonous snake spitting red letters, and said coldly: I'm afraid you can't wait for that day.

As soon as the words fell, the body of the fast knife Xiangfang, which was originally as tall as a gun, suddenly shook a few times, staggered, and then fell to the ground all of a sudden.

Not only the fast knife to the square, but also the sycamore, red willow.

Their bodies were all soft, sour, crispy, and their strength seemed to have been sucked dry by something all of a sudden.

At this moment, let alone killing, or even standing on his feet.

What's going on here?

Xiang Fang was paralyzed there, looked at his partner who was lying on the ground, and then looked at the cruel green smoke on his face, smiled bitterly, and said slowly:

I actually forgot that your nickname is called the Green Snake Lady, the Green Snake Lady is not only phantom magical, but also, the kung fu of poison is also first-class, and your "ethereal breeze" is really powerful.