A group of military horses stopped on the official road, and these military horses were surrounded by an officer who was as tall as the war horse.

This officer is also eight feet and three feet tall, with broom eyebrows on his brass bell eyes, and his cheeks and beard hanging down on both sides. The crotch is a fire dragon horse, wearing a heavy armor and a rotten silver helmet. The long-handled golden gourd wolf tooth hammer in his hand, and the twelve ghost generals behind him, all sat down on Ili horses, carrying long-handled broadswords with ghost heads, and wearing heavy armor. Majestic, awe-inspiring.

Looking at the cinnabar-colored yellow battle flag, you know that this is the army of the Northern Desert Sealed Wolf. This person is none other than Bei Moci, one of the seven generals under the command of the Northern Desert Feng Wolf Prince, and the only commander of the light cavalry corps of the Northern Desert Army. Otherwise, how could a general like him and his legions stay to suppress the uprising?

"Captain, there is the Great Dance City in front of me, and I seem to smell the smell of roasted whole sheep and mare's milk wine. A young general armed with a ghost-headed broadsword licked his lips.

"Well, these days, we've been fighting those damn Han slaves, and we haven't had a full meal in a long time. Bei Moci said.

"Aren't you afraid that those slaves are ambushing in the Great Dance City and are going to assassinate you?" asked another young general.

"Hahahaha, under the heavy helmet of the head of this regiment, there is also a filament chain mail body, and there are not many short soldiers in this world who can break through the filament chain mail. Bei Moci laughed.

As they spoke, under the whip of Bei Moci, the Biao army galloped towards the Great Dance City, raising a cloud of dust.

On both sides of the road, several men showed their heads.

"Quick, send a signal to Brother Kuang, Bei Moci is about to enter the city. A man said.

Beside him, another man released the white dove in his hand.

In Wuyi Lane, Ji Xin and Yan Liu got up together, and they didn't know anything about the thrilling outside.

One of them was still holding a wooden stick and was practicing swordsmanship.

Ji Xin is not Yan Tieyi's personal disciple, so he can't practice Yan Tieyi's thirteen swords, this is the rule.

Ke Jixin and Yan Liuhe have always practiced swordsmanship together, and under the influence of his ears and eyes, his swordsmanship is also rising. Among them, it is impossible for him not to learn one and a half moves of the thirteen swords, and Yan Tieyi has also turned a blind eye.

Yan Liuhe has been able to use the fifth sword, and Ji Xin can barely cope with Yan Liuhe's fifth sword, and the swordsmanship of the two can be said to be comparable.

However, the gap between the two people, we can see at a glance.

You must know that Ji Xin's swordsmanship has no moves at all, unlike Yan Liuhe's thirteen swords.

Ji Xin is completely a well-behaved wild man.

"Liuzi, I'm a little bored with practicing swordsmanship all the time. Otherwise, let's change and practice boxing. Ji Xin proposed.

"Come on, you said you spared me. If it's swordsmanship, we can still fight dozens of rounds, this punch, where am I your opponent. Yan Liuhe smiled bitterly.

Now Yan Liuhe's lips have grown a layer of fine fluff, much taller than Ji Xin, tall and thin, and his voice has become muffled.

But he didn't dare to fight Ji Xin, he couldn't beat this buddy.

"Otherwise, let's go find Brother Zolta, he showed his might at the mouth of the gourd last time, and those villains killed with a horse whip didn't dare to get close!" Ji Xin proposed.

"He's from the North, us. Yan Liuhe was a little hesitant.

"It's okay, they're not very nice with us. Ji Xin pulled him and went to Battle's house diagonally across the door.

There was a knock on the door, and it was Uzhna who opened it. Ji Xin explained his intention, but saw that when Wu Rina understood that Ji Xin was not looking for him, she pouted and closed the door.

"You're early. Drota opened the door.

"Morning, Zolta, let's have a fight. Ji Xin said, putting on a fist fight.

Only from the last time Hulukou Jixin and Yan Liuhe pulled out their swords to help, the relationship between the three of them can be said to be like glue.

"Ji Xin, Yan Liuhe, two brothers, I'm sorry I can't play with you today. I have something to do, General Bei Moci is coming to Dawu City, and I want to be a guest at General Bei Moci. Zolta said embarrassedly.

"Oh yes, it's okay, you can go and get busy. Ji Xinranran, his disappointment was not paid and words, but it was expressed on his face.

"Otherwise, you can come with me, I think General Bei Moci is a famous general, maybe he can guide you two. Zolta proposed.

"It's a little abrupt, it's not good, if you miss something, how can we take care of it. Yan Liuhe politely refused.

Because they used to be prisoners of war of the Northern Desert Sealed Wolves, and they became the slaves of the Northern Desert Sealed Wolves, they still have lingering fears about the compound surname of the Northern Desert.

"Actually, I want you to follow me and strengthen my courage. Let me tell you the truth, it is also the first time I have met this general of Bei Moci, and I met him this time to make friends with him. He is a powerful person, and only by making good friends with him can our business be better. "Zolta and Pantare are out.

Because in his opinion, Ji Xin and Yan Liuhe are already his good buddies, and the two of them stick knives in his ribs, there should be no secrets between them.

"Okay, we'll go with you. Ji Xin nodded.

"Hahaha, this is my good Anda, just as good Anda as Ulaanbari. "Zolta is very happy.

He took the two men by the hand and let them have some more breakfast at his house before taking out the sword that Battle had given him.

"What kind of good thing is this?" asked Ji Xin.

"This is a sword weapon, a sharp sword weapon, blowing hair and breaking hair, sharpening iron like clay, it is a good thing from the Great Sect Dynasty, and it is hard to find a thousand gold. Zolta said.

"Wow, that's so powerful, can you show us?" Yan Liuhe immediately became excited.

Yan Liuyi, the heir of the Thirteen Swords, heard that there was a good sword, just like a foodie seeing delicious food, and salivated.

"Shh~ My father, otherwise I will move around, and I will go out of my door in a while, and I will let you see enough. Zolta winked at the two men.

In the courtyard of Yan Tieyi's house, Ji Xin closed the door.

"Open it, open it. Yan Liuhe anxiously urged Zhuoerta.

Drota opened the sword box, then cautiously took out the sword and drew its scabbard.

This sword is two feet and one inch long, and the sword body is made of black iron. and thin, with a faint cold light, the hilt of the sword is a golden dragon carving case, which looks extremely majestic, and the blade is extremely sharp at that time, the real blade is like autumn frost.

"This sword is not a thousand gold, even 10,000 gold coins in exchange, it is worth it. Yan Liuhe praised.

"Hahaha, of course. Yan Liuhe Anda, seeing that you like this sword so much, otherwise you should give this sword a name. Zolta proposed.

"Okay, let me think about it. If this sword is crisscrossed the battlefield, it must be a sharp weapon to break thousands of troops. Well, let's call him the Breaker. Yan Liuhe said.

At the same time, Yan Liuhe's desire for this broken sword in his heart became even stronger. From the two poems after Yan Liuhe, we can see:

In ancient times, the white rainbow can penetrate the sun. Go across the battlefield, and the name of the good sword breaks the army.

"Breaking the army, a good name, worthy of this good sword, a good sword name breaking the army. Ji Xin nodded with Zolta.

As the three of them spoke, they put away the broken sword and put it back in the sword box, and they were about to walk towards the outside of Wuyi Alley.

And in the Great Dance City, an organized and premeditated assassination is about to begin, and the show is about to be staged.