"How could that person use Prime Minister Dong's Double Extremes Arrow?!"
Wei Xu and Song Xian were shocked and puzzled.
They watched helplessly as the two blunted arrows flew toward Cao Xing.
Clang!
Suddenly, a long saber engraved with a Yellow Dragon appeared from the side; its blade shook, dispersing Vigorous Qi, and with a clanging sound, struck the arrow shafts one after another.
Clang, clang!
The two arrows shattered and scattered everywhere.
Cao Xing was just the mighty general who had fired the three arrows.
He rode a Ferghana Horse, his body powerful and strong, especially his well-developed and robust arms.
His eyebrows were like swords, his features were imposing, looking ordinary, but his eyes were sharp like a hawk's, emitting a burning light even in the dark night.
He took a couple of quick breaths, thanked the general who rescued him:
"Zhang Liao, thank you."
"Mm."
