Ding! Ding!
The flying sword was not as unstoppable as he had imagined. It was easily caught by the power of a fourth-grade martial artist, unable to move an inch.
However, a mist of blood spurted out from the tip of the sword and touched Wang Jie's glabella.
The commander of the Dauntless cavalry Battalion, Wang Zha, suddenly froze and stood still.
He was dead.
His physical body was intact, but his primordial spirit and soul were scattered.
The remaining 80 Xuanwu heavy cavalry and 800 light cavalry were terrified.
They didn't even dare to look at li Miaozhen's condition. They left the corpses on the ground and the body of their leader behind and fled on their horses. They were afraid that if they were too late, the terrible flying sword would come back to life and kill them all.
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With a crying face, li lingsu stepped on her flying sword and obediently followed behind her master and uncle-master Bing Yi, flying toward the Danzhou state.