The sharp light was cold and dazzling, swiftly and fiercely, in the blink of an eye, it was right in front of him.
"It's an arrow!"
Qing Yu's figure suddenly transformed into a shadow, the sharp arrow passing through the phantom, letting out a sharp hiss in the sky behind.
'In the Southern Border, is there still an expert in archery?'
In the worldly society, those who use bows and arrows are few and far between, let alone an archery Divine Communication Expert, which is unheard of. But today, Qing Yu has witnessed this unparalleled skill in archery.
"Bang—"
Another bang resounded, several sharp beams broke through the air, this time it was multiple arrows.
Four sharp arrows, either curved or direct hits, combined in a strategic array, attacking from all eight directions.
Qing Yu's figure continually changed, moving left and right to avoid three of the arrow shadows, but the fourth arrow was unavoidable.
