"Commander, don't be alarmed. We've arrived!" The two late-stage cultivators of the Qing Clan Tribe closest to Qing Le shouted as they each sacrificed a magic weapon. They were both oddly shaped, serpentine weapons.
Clang, clang!
The arrows collided with the serpentine weapons, and the three Fire-Thunder Heavy Arrows were blocked simultaneously. Qing Hu and Qing Tu behind them were slightly weaker. Their expressions jolted, and a trace of pallor appeared on their faces. Although Lu Xiaotian had fired three arrows with one draw, he had used the Fire Flood Dragon Bow. Moreover, the strength he exerted while drawing it was considerable. For ordinary late-stage cultivators, catching even one of those arrows would indeed be no easy feat.
Only Qing Le, the strongest of them, had not merely shattered the Cold Desolation Seal—at the critical instant, he had even blocked another arrow. His complexion was better than Qing Hu and Qing Tu's, though his blood and qi were inevitably churning. But at that moment, Qing Le's face was filled with utter horror. He had only just blocked the silver-haired young man's two attacks when another Fire-Thunder Heavy Arrow had already arrived before him like a meteor chasing the moon.
Could this silver-haired young man's magical power be inexhaustible? Qing Le wondered, shocked and enraged. He had no time to sacrifice the serpentine sword again. The arrow was so fast that he did not even have time to swallow a pill and recover his magical power. As he watched it tear through the air and approach, he could only hurriedly lay the giant serpentine sword across his chest while channeling all his magical power into both hands.
The giant serpentine sword was struck by the Fire-Thunder Heavy Arrow and slammed into Qing Le's chest. The giant serpentine sword was also a