Why do I have so many masters?

683: Chapter 12 Trouble Comes Knocking (2/2) 683: Chapter 12 Trouble Comes Knocking (2/2) The blade, imbued with robust and vigorous strength, cleaved through the air waves and smashed heavily against the side of the mountain, creating a piercing sound that split the air.

Gongsun Jing’s expression changed abruptly, and he instantly held a spear in his hand.

The three hundred Qing Taoqi uniformly stood up and drew their swords.

The fierce momentum surged instantly, chilling the limbs and stiffening the bodies of the Great Village Chief and Mo Xiaoqi, who were surreptitiously watching the people practice with their blades nearby.

The cold gleam aimed at the mountain crumbled instantly.

A streak of light first shattered the longsword thrown by Wang Anfeng, then a second streak of light, firing later but striking first, shot towards the cliff where Wang Anfeng stood, followed immediately by the resounding cry of a drawn sword.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Anfeng struck out with a longsword in his right hand, meeting the oncoming streak of light head-on.

The two forces intertwined, generating a mighty sound amidst the raging wind, as if a thousand horsemen were charging and slashing, which was bone-chilling.

Just as the tangled vigorous energies began to calm, Wang Anfeng’s right hand twitched slightly, and a sound of clanking chains whistled through the air.

The shot-out longsword did not fall as its energy was expended.

Instead, it darted forward like a spirit snake, entangling the streak of light and then fiercely spinning against the current, sending the initial streak of light back in its original direction.

Amid the tearing whistling sound, the streak of light hastened its pursuit, directly embedding itself deep into the verdant mountain, snapping trees and collapsing rocks, its depth unknown.

Both the Great Village Chief and Mo Xiaoqi were nearly popping their eyes out.

After a dead silence of several moments, with still no hint of movement, Wang Anfeng’s expression remained unchanged.

He simply raised his hand to take a hard bow from Gongsun Jing’s grasp and forcefully pulled it open without drawing back, simply shooting directly.

It was as if an entire pot of steel arrows poured out in an instant, cascading like a waterfall.

The visible waves of air proceeded in layers, almost without diminishing.

The opposite barren mountain was nearly shaved off a whole layer at once; the rocks were pulverized, then carried up by the surging air, becoming even more indiscernible.

Wang Anfeng furrowed his brows and threw the hard bow to the ground.