Ouyang Yufei can't say anything for a mont. God, fly, God
In the battle field where the drums are loud, so soldiers see the strange things in the sky.
In an instant, all the warring parties stop their hands and look up at the two figures flying in the air. They are shocked.
Fly by, travel all over the world.
God, it's people flying in the air.
Co down from the sky with wings.
Never heard, never seen.
"Gods show their spirit..."
Flying, this is the people of this era, completely unimaginable things.
With his hands folded, he subconsciously thought that he saw the God of heaven. All the soldiers on the battlefield were shocked and revered, and knelt down to the God of heaven.
Wave after wave, down the body.
The respect and adoration on that face is never sincere.
Flying by, Ryukyu flies by with a glider, and flies over hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the Southern Song Dynasty, circling towards the army and horse camp of Tianchen.
Seeing the fall of Ryukyu and xuanyuanche towards this camp, Ouyang Yufei was stunned for a mont and finally returned to his mind.
At that ti, without saying anything, he started to rush to the place where Ryukyu and xuanyuanche were going to fall.
Ryukyu and xuanyuanche can't fly. He knows better than anyone that it must be the four different styles. The four different styles that Ryukyu spent a lot of ti making work.
Ouyang Yu Fei's interest is booming. He rushes forward like a flying man.
A bow flying down, Ryukyu and xuanyuanche directly landed beside CHEN Si.
Without waiting for Ryukyu to stop, a flying body fell down. It had already returned to xuanyuanche. A flying body leaped up to chensi's horse. With a wave of sword in his hand, he shouted: "rush."
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