His movements became stiff yet fluid, with an inhuman precision, he nocked another arrow.
The one-armed woman raised the Ruoque Sword once more.
The scattered Sword Qi Green Bead gradually converged, as abundant as the pouring rain — as much as there was rain, there was Sword Qi Green Bead, seemingly infinite.
As the Ruoque Sword was lifted, in an instant, the rainwater halted,
each drop reversed upwards as if flowing backward.
Previously, due to the fierce battle between the two top ten masters in the world, nearly half of the mountainside had been leveled. At this moment, from a bird's eye view, it resembled a chessboard with nineteen intersecting lines.
Sword Qi as chess pieces.
Blind Arrow still held the bow drawn, the bow curved more than a full moon, as the bowstring tightened, the air was filled with an extremely faint, yet bone-penetrating exotic fragrance, like the scent of musty temple incense mixed with a cloying oily aroma.
