C365 The Strong Wind Scraped the Bones(2)

"Whoosh!" The blood red arrow shot out, chasing after the golden-masked martial artist's disappearing body and disappearing into the horizon.

"Whether I hit it or not, it all depends on the will of heaven." Zhu Qing put away the Luohou Bow and sighed.

He didn't have the skill to lock onto the opponent's Qi in the Heavenly Stone Blood Realm