He couldn't even leave ... The hearts of the flying Swallow Army trembled.
Li Shiling, who had been praised by his master for having a tough eight characters since he was a child, clenched the sword in his hand tightly. His gaze swept across his companions, who were full of hatred but had eyes of despair, and the light cavalry of Yunzhou who were approaching.
In the end, he couldn't help but look back at li Miaozhen, who was fighting against the pressure of the great halberd King pestle and killing her way into the Xuanwu heavy cavalry. He saw the sadness in her eyes.
At the moment of life and death, li Shiling was distracted. He couldn't help but recall the scene when they first met. It was a sunny afternoon. The young girl who had only debuted for a year but was already famous in the martial world was holding a sword. She looked valiant and heroic. She smiled and said,
"You want to follow me? Alright, but I, Li Miao, have rules.
