C165 Talisman(1)

One arrow, two arrows, three to four arrows. Zhu Qing's fingers did not stop at all. The bowstring kept vibrating, and blood-red arrows formed a string of arrows that kept attacking Zhao Jing.

Zhu Qing did not know exhaustion. The blood in his body seemed to be endless. After shooting out hundreds of arrows, he was still full of energy!

On the contrary