Gongshu Tianyuan, with excitement flashing in his eyes, introduced as he continuously pulled the bow.
Each time, a peach wood arrow appeared out of thin air for him to shoot.
"What... what kind of strange contraptions are these, where did you pull them from..." Zhao Douan was at a loss for words.
As they spoke, those arrows whistled, bypassing the "stagnation zone" created by the Golden Drum from high above, in a parabolic path, like a meteor shower, descending towards Lu Zhengchun.
Lu Zhengchun was momentarily dazed, his expression changed, realizing the black and white swords could not return in time for defense, he gritted his teeth and shouted almost frantically:
"You all have to die!"
With that, he abruptly spat out a mouthful of blood, forcibly squeezing his Divine Soul.
While controlling three flying swords simultaneously, he grabbed fiercely once more, and from the arch, three flying swords simultaneously descended.
