Cui Heng suddenly spoke. At the same time, he took a step forward and faced the seven or eight ferocious bows. "Don't ever let your guard down. Otherwise, you'll be killed before the mission ends."
Clang!
A sword cry resounded through the sky like a crane soaring into the sky.
Everyone saw a white light flash in Cui Heng's palm, and the arrows that flew over were all cut off and landed 30 to 40 feet away from them.
"What a powerful sword technique!" Fang Yuluo exclaimed. "Is this the strength of the Xiantian realm?"
"It's simply like an Immortal waving a sword!" Xu Jing could not help but praise.
"Brother Cui is amazing!" Zheng Younian felt very impressed and thanked Cui Heng at the same time. "Thank you for saving my life!"
"Thank you, benefactor." Song Qi also bowed and thanked him.
