The person was carried by the arrow and flew straight off the horse's back, tossed over ten meters, before heavily rolling onto the ground, thud thud thud!
Then, the horse's hooves stomped over, instantly turning into a lump of flesh!
"Who is it?!"
Everyone from the Mount Song sect was furious, pulling back their horses and turning to face Ding Ling. The leader, a robust man standing nine feet tall, wielding a treasure sword, stared at Ding Ling and shouted loudly:
"Who is coming? Why are you killing our Mount Song sect people for no reason!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The response was three more arrows!
The arrows spun up gusts of whirlwind, sparks dancing with lightning, causing even the void to ripple!
Such phenomenal archery skill!
Rare in the world!
The leader, utterly astonished, had never seen or heard of anything like it, but he quickly thought of someone, and couldn't help but shout:
"It's Ding Ling!"
Clang clang clang!
