Xu Xinian had only walked for a few dozen breaths when the ground started to shake. The sound of horses 'hooves was getting closer and closer. About 1500 riders appeared in his field of vision.
The two sides met face to face from a distance, but the one thousand cavalrymen suddenly reined in their horses and came to a quick stop. They stopped in a busy but unpanicked manner.
"Li Miaozhen!"
The general in the lead held a large halberd and wore dark golden armor. His skin was bronze and his face was cold and hard.
The silver-armored and red-robed lady in the swallow looked at him for a moment.
"Where did this rat come from?"
Wang Zhui, who was using the halberd, was furious and shouted, "
"Last time, you and Xu Xinian chased me for 30 miles. Today, I'm here for revenge."
He was the commander of the Dauntless cavalry Battalion, a rank four martial artist. In li Miaozhen's eyes, was he just a chicken and dog not worth mentioning?
