Chapter 969. Nangong Liuyun (4)
Ouyang Yunqi was enraged.
His pitch-black eyes flashed with specks of fury, scattering like flames.
He was just about to fly up, when he noticed the corner of Nangong Liuyun’s lips pull up into an icy sneer.
“You can’t beat me.” Nangong Liuyun was just like a falcon in the night, his face full of murderous air.
As he was talking, he waved his hand, and the remaining ice blades pierced through the vital points of the remaining black-clothed men.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, the sound of flesh being pierced seemed endless.
When the observers looked again, not a single black-clothed man was still standing.
All of the black-clothed men were lying on the ground, bodies stiff, eyes wide open, dying with everlasting regret.
Now, Nangong Liuyun stood with one hand behind his back. The sound of his wide black gown fluttering in the mountain wind resounded.