C702 The terror of cultivators

During the charge, the Descending Tiger even let out a whistle. His voice was incomparably sonorous, like the roar of a tiger.

This was the first time Wang Qian saw someone who had practiced external martial arts to the limit being so fast and nimble.

He was ten meters away from the Descending Tiger, and in merely two seconds, the Descending Tiger had already arrived in front of Wang Qian