At this moment, Bing Ling and Song Qing's backs were already drenched in cold sweat.
If Wang Ruoxie hadn't pushed them away just now, they would have been shot dead.
Subsequently, they both cast a grateful glance at Wang Ruoxie.
"Truly a peerless genius with nine-star swordsmanship talent, to be able to dodge my deadly arrows."
At this moment, several figures emerged from the dense forest ahead.
Leading them was a young man about eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed in a black robe, holding a bow and arrow.
Apparently, those three feathered arrows just now were shot by him.
"So it's you, Zheng Guang."
Song Qing stared coldly at the young man and said.
"Zheng Guang, a direct descendant of the Zheng family, one of the Six Great Clans, not only with outstanding swordsmanship talent but also with extraordinary arrow talent. From those three arrows just now, his archery should have already reached the following-the-heart great success level."
