Ouyang Yufei commented immediately, then turned his head slightly to look.
His hands were clasped behind his back, obviously with no intention of taking action.
The sharp sword pierced the air and came roaring.
At the moment when the sharp sword was flying towards him, behind Liu Yueben's plain face, there was a sudden swish sound and countless sharp sounds of breaking through the air.
It's cold, heavy, and sharp.
Under the bright moonlight, Ouyang Yufei clearly saw countless black arrows rising from the sky and shooting towards the assassin.
Behind the black arrows, there are also faint silver threads.
Ouyang Yufei glanced at it, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and blinked.
Black arrows shot through the air, blocking the flying assassin.
However, the arrow is quick, and the assassin is not weak at all.
He was in mid-air, but the swordsmanship in his hands was flying. All the arrows shot towards him, none of them hit him.
However, I don't know whether it was the person who arranged the trap who was incompetent or his men who were incompetent.
Although many of the sharp arrows were shot towards him, they were either higher or lower, either to the left or to the right.
The accuracy is really wrong.
The assassin shot towards him in mid-air. Before he could get happy, his smile had completely stopped.
Black sharp arrows passed by in confusion, with silver threads behind them, and a dragnet was instantly laid in the sky.
I don’t know what the silver threads are made of, but they are densely spread across the sky.
The assassin in black ran into it, and immediately felt like a fish caught in a net. It was okay if he didn't struggle. The more he struggled, the tighter the silver thread became.