Wherever the light cavalry whizzed by, the white horse cavalry fell one after another.

The autumn wind blows the long street.

The hundreds of light cavalry led by Yue Peng kept rushing deep into the street like harvesting wheat, and more and more light cavalry of the Tiankui Army gathered behind.

There were generals in the White Horse Army leading the army to resist, but they could not form too large a formation and were all stepped by light cavalry.

The black-robed masters who were fighting with the priests of Wuding Hall in Shu also suffered a lot after the light cavalry passed by.

This is the power of the army.

In the end, it was not until the light cavalry swept across Kumano and the powerful Zhenwu in Shu that they stopped charging.

"Well!"

Yue Peng pulled the horse and looked at the empty place in front of him where only two people fought, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

Seeing the strong wind whistling, the streets were filled with dust. Even he dared not easily take his light cavalry to gallop over.

The strength of the Zhenwu realm is really much stronger than that of the upper Yuan, and there is a difference between clouds and mud, let alone the middle Yuan and lower Yuan realms.

It is easy for a large army to kill the middle and lower Yuan, and it is not impossible to kill the strong people in the upper Yuan realm, but it is not that easy to kill the strong people in the Zhenwu realm.
Chapter completed!