In an instant, arrows were flying around, all heading towards Meng Yuan's black figure. And Xiaoying wore armor and was not afraid of arrow rain, so he did not stop attacking Meng Yuan.
"Looking for death!" Meng Yuan sneered, and a bloodthirsty cold light flashed in his eyes, which was obviously the rise of killing, and the Soul Destruction Sword was obviously also infected by the sudden surge of ill-will in his heart.
Just now, it was even worse. The sword qi swung past, and the arrows that were shot actually fell down and shot at the shooter.
However, no matter how high Meng Yuan's martial arts were and how murderous the Soul Killer Sword was, he would still be outnumbered. He Liancheng was not an easy-going person. The eagles he trained by himself were not weak in combat.
