The Dragon Array was shattered by the force of arrows, and the iron cavalry surged like a tidal wave over the earth, kicking up a series of ear-splitting roars.
Two streams of Sword Qi, glowing, hung suspended in mid-air.
Xie Xuanyi took notice of Fang Hang.
Fang Hang, too, took notice of Xie Xuanyi.
Their gazes locked, and Fang Hang immediately spoke, "Xie Zhen, we have no grudges or hatred, why must we fight to the death?"
The tone of this Tai Shang House disciple was much gentler.
Seeing that Xie Zhen was accompanied by a girl in tattered clothes, although unaware of her origin, he saw this as an opportunity.
The little girl seemed weak and frail.
Previously, when Xie Zhen was fighting with Fang Hang's group, he came alone, deliberately leaving her behind.
If Fang Hang wasn't mistaken, it was out of fear that she would get hurt.
"No grudges or hatred?"
Xie Xuanyi let out a soft laugh, "Half an hour ago, indeed. But now..."
Sword Intent had already condensed.
