Chen Ping's sword shattered half of the golden pillar, smashed Murong Wudi's arms, the power surged, and the momentum soared even higher.
His figure closely pursued forward, a sword fell straight down.
"Save him."
Amid the Beizhou cavalry array, a fierce shout, and three cavalry generals spurred their wolves forward, swift as the wind.
Simultaneously attacked with knife, spear, and axe.
Even quicker than these three generals were three red rays appearing on the horizon.
In a flash, they arrived in front of Chen Ping.
The three red rays were so fast they were almost imperceptible; the first arrow had just reached Chen Ping's chest when the second arrow collided with the tail of the first one, accelerating it sharply and altering its trajectory towards Chen Ping's throat.
Before the arrow hit its target, the third arrow suddenly accelerated again, once more striking the tail of the first arrow, changing its path so that its target became Chen Ping's right eye.
