C363 Martial king meets the martial king

While Zhao Shenglong was speaking, Ba Aolong had already charged into the big Mo Cavalry Formation at the right gate.

"Die!"

With a puff of air, the Zhanmadao in Ba Aolong's hand swept out, a berserk force swept out, causing miserable cries to continuously ring out from within the array formation.

In Ba Aolong's hands, this was more than any other exquisite moves