Just now, one arrow killed three people in succession.
Before Chen Ping could completely relax, he immediately sensed the feelings of those three Thunder Hall disciples.
With a shout from afar in the forest, the whistling sound of arrows surged in the vast night.
In an instant, more than a dozen arrows shot forth.
Three arrows shot straight.
Three arrows lobbed…
And five other arrows were unpredictable, dancing in the air like spirit snakes, fast and elusive, making it impossible to determine their trajectory.
The most insidious among these eleven arrows were at least five or six that were aimed at Hua Lian'er.
"Wind-Chasing Divine Shooter, Yuchi Yu."
Seeing the approach of these arrows, Chen Ping's heart grew cold.
Each person's archery habits and attack methods have their unique characteristics.
Even if they learned the same skill, personal habits are very different…
