Chapter 1647

Listen to the conversation between Luyue and Ouyang Yufei.

Xuanyuanche looks at ryukue from the side of his head and asks with his eyes, what do you mean?

However, without waiting for Ryukyu's explanation, the wooden man who came along this certain route has come to Yunzhao's front.

Obviously, Yunzhao is still in a daze. At the same time, he reaches out to touch the wooden man in front of him.

It's like trying to identify them.

"You're not going to die. Get out of the way. Get out of the way." Ouyang's face changed greatly when he saw it in his squint.

The sudden drinking surprised Yunzhao.

However, his hand has touched the nearest wooden man.

"Click." There was a slight movement.

However, in this light sound, xuanyuanche and Ryukyu, who are so close to each other, do not see how these wooden people move.

And the long sword, which was clasped in their hand, was cut away from the sky in the direction of Yunzhao.

More than 100 broadswords.

Yunzhao is also Yunzhao.

After listening to Ouyang Yufei's big drink, he immediately felt bad. His body was twisted, and a ground hall rolled against the ground, and he shot out of the camp of the wooden people.

At the same time, Ouyang Yufei was quick.

I don't want to grab a big stone beside my feet and throw it in the direction of Yunzhao in the woodman camp.

"Bang." In the quiet and happy night, there was a very clear and loud sound.

More than one hundred wooden people are cutting at the same time.

Then, start to move forward mechanically in a fixed direction.

The night wind is cool, whirring and blowing, which makes people's back cold.

No one spoke. Xuanyuanche and ryukue stared at the place where Yunzhao had just stood.

Flakes of stone, thin, almost as wide as fingers and as long as hands.

Quite regular. There is no big one and no small one.

It's all this size, thickness.

A total of more than one hundred pieces, scattered on the ground.

In the moonlight, sending out the cold white.

On the other side, Yunzhao crouches on the grass, his lips are white, and his eyes staring at the stones are almost protruding.

That stone with a large grinding plate, just like this one knife, has been divided into so many equal sized pieces of stone.