Canglang Martial Hall.
Wang Jin saw Cao Rong in the distance drawing his bowstring fully taut.
"Not good!"
His heart gave a heavy thud.
The next moment, Wang Jin's figure suddenly erupted into motion, crossing a distance of thirty feet in a single step.
Whoosh—
The long saber in a constable's hand was instantly seized by him and fell into his grasp.
And at this moment—
The bowstring in Cao Rong's hand loosened once more.
Twang—
The arrow split the wind and waves, dragging out a long white tail behind it as it shot straight toward Jiang Ning's face.
At the current distance of less than two hundred meters, given the speed at which Cao Rong's arrow tore through the air, it needed only about a quarter of a breath to reach Jiang Ning's face.
At that moment, Jiang Ning had no time to think too much. Blood Qi instantly coursed through both his legs, and every muscle, tendon, and bone in his body burst forth with all its strength.
Deep within his organs, his functions operated at full tilt, his potential erupting as they gave him support beyond his limits.
"Faster!"
"Even faster!!"
Sensing the arrow rushing toward him, this was the only thought in Jiang Ning's mind.
Facing Cao Rong's arrow, all he could do now was use every ounce of strength to dodge.
He had no right whatsoever to take it head-on.
An arrow that could produce a sonic boom would tear flesh and blood apart with just a graze, let alone a direct hit.
On the other side.
After seizing the saber, Wang Jin's figure seemed to have no inertia at all. He instantly changed direction and leaped up with the long saber in hand.
His gaze locked firmly onto the arrow tearing through the air