C661 Cold moon sword sect!

Swish!

As the sword light swept over, Lin Lang's originally vicious gaze suddenly shrunk!

"Get off!"

With an angry roar, he dashed forward!

Gong Yewei also dragged Wu Aohuan out of the carriage.

Boom!

The sword beam slammed into the head of the car, immediately slicing off half the car's body and sending it flying.

Under the effect of inertia