chapter 170 Arrow martial spirit

And this fiery red bow is definitely not an ordinary item, it is at least at the level of a magical weapon.

The fierce momentum locked onto Iwan Harvard.

Iwan Harvard frowned and asked, "What do you want?"

"Die, or keep your eyes!"

The girl's face was cold and she drew the bow like a full moon. During the whole process, she still locked Iwan Harvard's breath tightly.

Finally, the bowstring was released.

A huge blood-red arrow flew towards...