"Choke..." With a flash of cold light, Elder Ouyang drew his sword out of its sheath, pointed at the big men, and shouted: "Kill——, no one will be spared!"

"Kill!" All the guards shouted in unison, and a group of four began to attack.

Suddenly there were flashes of swords, shouts, screams, and curses, and a tragic atmosphere filled the official road. Pedestrians stayed away and did not dare to approach.

Li Muchan whispered: "Senior sister, Xiaoyuan, you protect the young lady, be careful!"

"What do you want to do?" Xiao Yuan asked hurriedly.

Li Muchan smiled and said, "I'll go take a look."

Without waiting for Xiao Yuan to speak, he floated away into the distance. He was in the air, his ice jade bow kept being fully drawn, and he shot out arrows with wild goose feathers, and streaks of black light penetrated the bald men.

When he jumped out of the circle and got into the woods, he had killed more than 20 people. His arrows were all missed and every arrow was sure to hit. He had acquired the essence of Feiyun Archery and was even better than Feng Shangkun.

As soon as he jumped into the forest, his body turned into a ghost and flew forward silently.

The trees are gloomy, the sun is blazing outside, and the forest is sultry and dark.

The thumb and forefinger pinched the arrow, and the inner energy of the Taiyin was contained in the arrow. The ice jade bow was fully drawn, and when it was released gently, a black light shot out, but it was silent.

There is a muffled "bang" sound, as if something heavy falls to the ground.

His figure kept moving, erratic and unpredictable, and his fleeting shadows coincided with the nine appearances of Yunlong. He was swift and agile. His hand kept pulling the bow, and streams of black light shot out, silently.
Chapter completed!