Ling Yun stared at the silver needle as thin as cow's hair in his hand and took a breath: "If you use such a silver needle to kill people, wouldn't it be that the killing will be gone? Who is so powerful that you can actually...
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Speaking of this, seeing Ouyang Xi's somewhat ugly face, he stopped talking consciously.
Looking at the other end of the hall, the envoy of the Dongling Kingdom, who was also in vain, frowned vigorously and asked in a low voice: "That amazing person is not Lingwu?"
Ouyang Xi followed Ling Yun's sight and looked at the messengers of the Dongling Kingdom, leaving without saying a word.
Ling Yun was stunned for a moment and looked at Lingfei, who was standing aside and listening to them.
While walking forward, he stared at the silver needle in his hand and asked Lingfei hesitantly: "Hey, what do you mean by Big Brother, is it that those people were killed by Lingwu?"
Ling Fei sighed and looked at the silver needle in Ling Yun's hand in a daze.
Although he was a little reluctant, he still expressed his true thoughts: "Didn't the big brother answer?"
Ling Yun stopped talking immediately
Although Ouyang Xi did not tell him that Ling Wu was indeed killed, he did not deny it.
Sometimes the meaning of not denying is to admit it
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When Ouyang Xi stepped out of the hall, he looked at the sunlight that shone directly on his face.
The eyes narrowed into a slit
Until now, his heart suddenly felt like it was cut by a knife, and he felt a sharp pain
Those people in the hall were indeed killed by Lingwu
If he hadn't seen the silver needle suddenly appearing in Lingwu's hand, he pulled out the sword in time, drew out the barrier to block him and Ling Yun, and Ling flew in front of him, I'm afraid that the three of them would have become dead now.