C667 Determined ouyang yao

In the forest in the mountain range, Ouyang Yao's body flashed with a golden light.

Two short blades as thin as cicada wings pierced through the throat of the cultivator in front of him, as if they were death talismans in Raksha's hands.

There were already more than twenty corpses lying on the ground, but the dozens of enemies were still fighting.

Suddenly