C331 Dream of the Yellow Sorghum

Fifty thousand Chinese cavalry s roared, and with the momentum of millions of lightning tribulations enveloping them, they swept and slaughtered the Urushion's formation like a gale sweeping fallen leaves. The Pu Dao in their hands flew up and down, flickering with light. Wherever they went, the Wuhuan cavalry were like crashing waves as they fell down their horses. Unexpectedly