Canglang Martial Arts Hall.
Wang Jin saw Cao Rong in the distance, his bowstring fully drawn.
"Not good!"
He felt a thud in his heart.
The next moment, Wang Jin's figure suddenly burst forth, covering a distance of three zhang in one step.
Swoosh—
A constable's long saber was instantaneously snatched from his hand by Wang Jin.
At this moment,
Cao Rong's bowstring was released again.
Thud—
The arrow cleaved through the wind and waves, trailing a long white tail, heading straight for the facade of Jiang Ning.
Now, at a distance of less than two hundred meters, it would only take about one quarter of a breath for Cao Rong's arrow to reach the facade of Jiang Ning at such a blistering speed.
At this moment, Jiang Ning had no time to think too much, his Qi-Blood instantly permeated his legs, and all the muscles and bones in his body erupted with full force.
Even his internal organs were fully functioning, bursting with potential, providing him with overloaded support.
