Quick Sword VS Quick Arrow

Just as his sword Qis blasted out, Fang Xingjian himself was like a bomb, relying on the Supreme Mistwind Sword, and charging into the opponents at an extreme speed about three times his usual speed.

His legs stomped down heavily on the ground, his raging strength like two waves of impact, blasting two big craters in the ground and making waves of air currents surge out in all directions from where his feet met the ground.

Plants, trees, dirt and sand were sent flying. Before Fang Xingjian, a Knight was staring with eyes wide open, looking at the direction he had just come from. The Knight’s gaze still reflected a blurred afterimage of a person's silhouette. It was Fang Xingjian's silhouette.

Sword light flashed about, the plants and trees in the air still dropping one by one. The pupils of the people in the surroundings slightly contracted, their faces twitching, their, hands reaching out closer and closer towards their weapons.