Break through the realm of the army, truly break away from the limitations of your own internal force and true qi, and control the vitality of heaven and earth for your own use.

Li Wenshuo himself had seen the power of breaking the army realm, but he knew that when he really reached this realm, he knew the terrifying power of this power.

He could have crossed the realm and killed the master of the Xuanche Initial Realm with the Manifestation Realm, but it was difficult to use the Xuanche Peak to meet the Breaking Army Realm.

It's almost impossible.

These are two completely different realms, and breaking the army is very mysterious, and it can really destroy the city and slash the mountains with a sword.

It is this realm that maintains the balance of the martial arts of the rivers and lakes today, so that so many geniuses in the sky, such as Baili Chaohua, such as Wang Li, and Wuyan Gu, make them obviously have the ability, but they are reluctant to step in.

But Li Wenshuo has now stepped into the realm of breaking the army, extremely arrogant, sudden, and unreasonable.

He upset that delicate balance.

If he didn't break through the realm, even if it was Wang Li, he was confident that he was not his opponent, and the gap between the realms would be difficult to make up with skills.

It is foreseeable that in the near future, there will be countless masters who will be forced to break through the realm, and the masters of breaking the army who have not appeared in the rivers and lakes for many years will spring up like mushrooms after a rain.

At that time, perhaps even the way of war will change.

Therefore, when Wang Li noticed this, there was no joy in his eyes, although he didn't say anything, Li Wenshuo still saw endless worry in his eyes.

He is not stupid, he already has this consideration, and at this moment, he understands it at once, and he can't help but be a little frightened, and he even has an idea now, going directly to the enemy camp to kill Wuyangu.

This thought intensified and was almost irrepressible.

If it weren't for the fact that the Golden Horde Imperial Master who had already cut ties with him, but still regarded himself as a friend, and said that he would kill him, he would have almost set off.

Looking at the soldiers who were walking around in front of him, orderly, but still talking and laughing, and casting awe-inspiring glances at him, in an instant, Li Wenshuo's face turned snow-white.

If there are really a lot of army breakers on both sides, then these people in front of them will become a kind of gratuitous victims, and the faces that were vivid in the past, the rugged and heroic men will become some irrelevant numbers on the sacrifice list.

It is difficult for war to be a simple fight between soldiers and soldiers, or a sword and fire on the battlefield, but an endless assassination of a real master in the face of generals on both sides of the enemy.

This kind of assassination is almost impossible to prevent, and the assassinated person will definitely die, just because the person who killed him is a broken army.

He can kill people day and night, and truly achieve one enemy against ten thousand on the battlefield, facing the charge of war horses, he is still as stable as a reef in the sea.

Li Wenshuo estimated his strength, if he really threw himself on the battlefield, the battlefield would be full of blood, and the enemy army would need to lose all the masters on his body alone, so that there was a slight possibility of killing him.

However, this is only possible.

Even if this may come true, the victory of the war will be doomed, and the masters of Liyang are unscrupulously rushing and killing in the formation, no matter how strong the military formation is, then the victory is certain.

The ways of war are varied.

It will not depend on the bravery of the soldiers, but on the competition between the top samurai, otherwise, these killing machines that do not know if they can no longer be called human will unscrupulously show the world his horror.

On this day, the sky was not good or bad, the sun hung in the air white, without a trace of temperature, the cold wind hung whirring, along the gap in the clothes, straight into the neck of the person.

The eyes are all white, and the eyes are painful after looking at it for a long time.

However, the guards still did not dare to be careless, and one of the scouts who left the camp did not come back, and if they did not come back at night, they would probably be buried in this white world.

The whirling wind lifted the snow on the ground, and the air was filled with a rustling sound that was high and low.

There was a black spot on the white continent, very conspicuous, and the man was limping on the snow, his body hanging low, and he looked like he might fall down at any moment.

However, it succeeded in arousing the vigilance of the guards, because the man had a knife pinned to his waist and a sword on his back, although he was from the Central Plains, he looked quite strange.

It's better not to provoke strange people.

This is the experience that has been passed down for many years in the border wasteland, and it has been verified with countless blood.

The guards didn't want to provoke either, but there was no way, the man came head-on, about two or three hundred steps away from the camp, stopped, straightened up, and looked up at the still somewhat mutilated camp with some doubts.

Just by looking at it, the general of the guard felt that the person in front of him must be a devil who had crawled out of hell, and his heart was cold, and his face was very pale.

The soldier drew his bow and arrows, aimed at him, and decided that if he took one more step, he would shoot him himself.

At this time, the man took a breath and shouted loudly: "The former Daliang City Breaking Envoy, General Yang Qing's seat is Dugu and Hatred, and he came to the camp to report today!"

Hearing this, the soldiers in the camp looked at each other, and then the city gate was opened, and countless armored soldiers came out with Tiege war knives, and quickly rushed to Dugu Qiu and surrounded him.

Dugu Qiu's stomach growled, he let out a sigh of relief, opened his arms, and the soldiers who were still vigilant untied the knife at his waist and the sword on his back, and his hands and feet were shackled and escorted back to the barracks.

This matter spread quickly, and the efficiency of the army was also very fast, not as dragged as the central government, and his identity was confirmed in just one hour.

After his identity was confirmed, he was removed from his shackles, but he was still under house arrest in a yellow, dirty tent, living with a pile of miscellaneous items, and a soldier guarding him outside, who was not allowed to leave the camp.

He didn't care, because he didn't want to go out either, he didn't close his eyes for five days, and he only relied on snow to fill his stomach along the way, and he found this camp in the vast wasteland.

After he had eaten, he fell asleep.

This sleep is three days and three nights, when I wake up, I wash up, refresh my spirits, and I am a chic young swordsman, a steady general in the army.

Wu Qien personally came to see him in the big tent and talked to him, and soon he stepped out of the tent, his eyes heavy and gloomy, and he looked a little unhappy.

And Wang Li also sent someone over, but he didn't say anything, only returned his sword and sword, he thanked him respectfully, and then stepped out of the big tent.

Li Wenshuo was waiting for him outside the tent.

"Long time no see. ”

"Well, long time no see. ”

Li Wenshuo glanced at it and saw the hilt of the sword exposed on his shoulder, with a heartfelt smile on his face, the gloom dissipated recently, and quipped: "Yo, when did you get the sword back?" ”

"A while ago. ”

"Well done. ”

"You're not bad either. ”

"Let's go, I've slept for three days, I'm hungry, I'll take you to get something to eat. ”

Dugu Qiu nodded lightly, followed behind Li Wenshuo, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, he seemed to have discovered something, but he didn't speak, others became stronger, and it had nothing to do with him.

The two came to Li Wenshuo's tent, and as soon as they sat down, someone walked in with a meal and placed it on the table.

Dugu Qiu was indeed very hungry, but when his eyes swept over the table, he was still stunned, the last time they met, they ate these things so deliciously, but the white-flour steamed buns were replaced by coarse grain flatbreads.

Porridge is still porridge, pickles are still pickles.

"I have a heart. ”

"That's it, I brought this pickle back from Daliang City, taste it, is the taste familiar?"

Hearing this, Dugu Qiu's chopsticks that had just poked out stopped in the air.

"Why, I still think about Daliang City in my heart, don't worry, I went once, and the people in the city are all fine for the time being, but the soldiers have all sacrificed. ”

Dugu Qiu was obviously relieved, put a pickle in his mouth, chewed it, sent a mouthful of warm porridge to his stomach, moistened his dry throat, and his whole body became comfortable.

Only then did he speak: "It is natural for the soldiers to defend their homes and defend the country, and the city is broken and killed, but the responsibility falls on the living people." ”

Li Wenshuo nodded, looked at the steaming porridge in the bowl, and the plate of pickles in front of him, and sighed and said, "There is a long way to go." ”