When Zhantai Qiantang ran, all of the pursuing cultivators chased after him.

These cultivators ran crazily, every one of them like flickering mirages, even faster than military horses.

After just a few ups and downs, Zhantai Qiantang and all of these cultivators already completely pulled open the distance between themselves and the heavy armored cavalry.

When they watched this type of scene, an officer who reacted wanted to give an order, wishing to aim several crossbow carriages at those cultivators, and then have the cavalry charge crazily again.

However, the instant he raised his hand, another heart trembling arrow noise sounded.

A long metal arrow landed an inch before his feet  with extreme accuracy, only the tail exposed, but it was still continuously trembling, releasing a strange metal ringing noise.

All of the Yunqin soldiers here, including Prefecture Office Manor’s Lei Jing, as well as the single armed Sir Luo understood that this was that powerful archer’s warning.

This officer’s expression instantly became purple-red.

The wills of Yunqin soldiers, could it be that it was something that could be subdued by the threat of death?

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