chapter 372 It's completely useless.

And when he heard this indifferent and cold voice, Ouyang Shuang's solemn and pale face suddenly showed relief.

"Swish…"

In the blink of an eye, under the gaze of many people, a purple-robed voice instantly appeared behind Ouyang Shuang.

Facing the sharp sword light from Tulio Joss that had already swept to Ouyang Shuang's back, the latter waved his purple robe sleeves lightly, and a gust of wind swept out out of thin air. Then, at this moment, a hand wrapped in...