Chapter 119.2
At the next moment, dozens of men in black clothing suddenly appeared densely on both sides of the street. They were all holding crossbows in their hands, and the fluctuation of spiritual energy could be vaguely felt on the crossbows.
“Crossbow magical items? This is a bit rare…” Feng Shao murmured.
A moment later, it felt like ten thousand crossbows were fired, and the overwhelming arrows shot at Feng Shao like raindrops, almost covering all the places where Feng Shao could hide. Obviously, their goal was to instantly kill Feng Shao in the first round of attack!
However, facing the rain of arrows, Feng Shao showed no panic on his face.
After taking a deep breath, he stretched out his hands, like embracing Tai Chi.
His arms seemed to be slow but fast, and true energy gradually formed an invisible vortex under the dance-like movements of his arms.
As soon as the rain of arrows shot to a position three meters around Feng Shao’s body, it was involuntarily engulfed by the vortex and merged into it.
In an instant, the rain of arrows all over the sky was sucked into the vortex by Feng Shao, like a sea urchin covered with barbs, spinning non-stop. The men in black on both sides of the street were all shocked when they saw this.
Seeing this, the person on the opposite side narrowed his eyes slightly, and murmured, “Demon-Slaying Flower Magic?”