Qin Feng got a few more bloody eyes on his body, so fighting guerrilla warfare with him just kept him suffering. But his fighting will remained unwavering because there was no way out; he pressed forward.
"Broken sword, surely even the Ancient Gods and Abing regard us highly, quickly chop it for me!" Qin Fengao shouted, the broken sword in his hand rusting slightly as he pursued the dazzling golden bow with merciless intent.
"Oh."
Undergoing severe impact, it bloomed like fireworks, and the people above became increasingly awed, releasing an immortal aura, continuously trembling.
The light arrow grew more intense, golden waterfalls falling from the Gong Xian onto the broken sword with a roar.
"Poof!"
Although Qin Feng had strong defensive power, he couldn't evade everything, pierced by a light arrow.
"Hahaha, not good!" Qin Feng laughed, unforgivingly leaving a shadow with his entire arm in the void, slashing even more fiercely.
