Qin Han narrowed his eyes slightly, but he still refused to answer.

Of course, he was not afraid of Yue Peng. With his arrogant heart, even Yue Peng might not be taken seriously by him. What he was worried about was that if the order was issued, the morale of the army would be in chaos.

The dozens of Tiankui Light Cavalry made him feel that he was even more aggravated than tens of thousands of Xixia soldiers.

The scene is extremely weird.

Qin Han stared at Yue Peng with extremely cold eyes, but he could not speak anyway.

The fight ended on East Street, front of the teahouse.

There were only four left of six withered swordsmen, carrying the bodies of two companions, and they swept up to the roof of the teahouse. They did not see Yue Peng again, but only looked out from the roof.

The gray robe swings with the wind.

The old man named Yi was also dead.

He was Zhenwu during his lifetime, but after his death, he could only lie on the street like other masters.

They may not all die in the battle, but more likely they are killed under the bombing of thunder. Those who can survive such dense bombings are lucky.

Because even if a powerful Zhenwu master moves and dodges, he may not be able to avoid such dense bombings.

Finally, the Xixia army dared to emerge again and appeared on the street.

Some people looked over their heads in confusion, wondering why the hot air balloons in Shu were not bombarded again.

On West Street, Qin Han gently pressed his fingers against the armrest of the seat.
Chapter completed!