The few people standing in front of Qiu Shui are all core disciples with more seniority. They all have strong magic powers and have reached a certain level.
With just a few fingers, that inconspicuous broken arrow can fly far away.
Gun Jiang's full attention was focused on Qin Shi, and he firmly believed that even if the opponent was playing tricks, he would do it during the battle.
That arrow had a disruptive effect at best.
Wanting to lure him to block it in person, Qin Shihao took advantage of the chaos to fish in troubled waters.[
Thinking he had guessed the opponent's thoughts, Gun Jiang caught up with him and maintained his identity. He did not use Shushan's secret method. Qin Shi used martial arts, but he also used martial arts, preparing to compete openly and openly.
Even if he kills the opponent during the battle, he will still have something to say when faced with Feng Mingguo's questioning in the future.
Failure in a competition is inevitable.
What's more, Prince Fengming led his men to block the door. He was just fighting back out of self-defense.
An old man and a young man passed by each other.
Qin Shi's cold and expressionless face suddenly flashed a hint of evil and cruel smile.
The corners of his lips were slightly raised, which was extremely frightening.
Gun Jiang intuitively felt that something was wrong.
But at this moment, facing a strong opponent, there was no chance for him to think about retreating.
Qin Shi's soft sword and the bamboo sword in his hand were entangled.
From where he just stood, a scream was heard at the same time.
Even if Gun Jiang didn't look back, he could still hear the sound of Qiu Shui.
He turned around in shock and saw only a few male disciples scattered in all directions. Qiu Shui, who was originally blocked by them, was holding the soul-stealing arrow that was about to penetrate her with both hands, enduring great pain.
She used her last voice and shouted out her last words, "Master, please find a way to save the life-threatening senior brother and let him live."