Chapter 1356: Fanwai Nangongxuan's confusion and love 227
Although Tuo Bahan didn't say it out loud, how could Ling Wu not understand what he was thinking?
Looking back at Ouyang Xi, who was standing next to him calmly, he raised his lips and smiled.
Yue Qingyun is the same as her. As long as possible, she will never abandon the person she likes and escape alone.
Just like now, Ouyang Xi is here, and she will not appear anywhere else
Looking back, she saw Tuo Bahan's hesitant expression in her eyes, and Lingwu couldn't help but sigh: "Let's go, if you can't see her when you go out, I will pay you with my life."
In the carriage, there were four to six people
If she guessed correctly, except for Murong Yanran and her son, the others are Yue Qingyun and the others who are no longer in the hall now.
I knew in my heart that since Murong Yanran spent three years setting up this trap, she would not kill Nangong Xuan silently.
Ouyang Xi raised his hand and put his arm on Ling Wu's shoulder, looking at Tuo Bahan with a sideways smile: "Let's go, if something happens to you, we really can't face you who will cry whenever you want and laugh when you laugh.
"Good clouds"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud noise not far away, and there was a violent shaking under his feet.
A strong air current followed closely
Ouyang Xi, who had already turned around to check after hearing the sound, narrowed his eyes suddenly and shouted in a low voice: "Be careful!"
The long sword in his hand has already drawn a line of surprise, protecting Ling Wu and Tuo Ba Han in the halo created by the long sword from above.
Listening to the sound of iron tools that kept ringing in her ears, Ling Wu couldn't help but secretly take a breath.
The air flow surged through, and Ouyang Xi's wrist holding the sword also made a half-circle. At the same time, the sword light disappeared, and the long sword dropped to his waist, pointing diagonally at the ground.
The expression on his face became even more serious. In his sight, the injured or dead troops passed by him. Finally, he looked around at the flowers and plants that were covered with a layer of dust. He took a breath and said, "What a powerful machine technique."
Under his feet, there were countless broken short arrows, which were brought in by the air flow just now and intercepted and broken by the sword in his hand. The masters standing next to him had already suffered more than half of their casualties in the air flow just now.