Damn, and just in the middle of the month, chasing the coach’s mouth, Ouyang flew from the other side, did not ride a horse, and flew toward it.

Holding two stones in your hand.

His face is very ugly, and he will be chasing the Xiongnu camp in the next month. Ouyang Yufei’s face is even more ugly.

Opportunity, a sharp look, Haoyue suddenly saw the opportunity to shoot.

At the moment, regardless of the sharp arrow shot from behind, the right hand slammed, and a dagger was thrown at the hungry Hungarian coach.

At the same moment, Ouyang flew a stone toward the horse's foot of the Xiongnu coach and shot it.

His body was empty, but he rushed toward Haoyue.

"Oh..." A horse, the rushing horse lost its hoof, rolled forward a few times, and smashed toward the ground.

The Huns coach on the back of the horse was shocked and did not allow him to change.

The dagger that was cold after the body had already been drawn, and he could not allow him to sneak into his heart.

The Huns coach, fell.

"Oh." And just in the moment when the Huns coach fell.

After Ouyang rushed to the moon, he grabbed the shot toward the moon. It was obvious that in order to kill the coach, he did not plan to avoid the arrow.

Cold and cold looking back, and looked at the ugly Ouyang Yufei.

At the end of the month, he turned around and ran to his camp.

Ouyang Yufei saw this, the five fingers were tight, and the arrow in the hand was directly broken by Ouyang in the hands of the fly, and an anger almost screamed out.

Again, this is the case.

In order to kill the enemy's coach, in order to speed up the process.

Don't kill it.

This makes him just let him...

The face was dark, and Ouyang was flying in the throat, the anger.