Peace Order Chapter 78 - 78 60 The Beginning of Legend!2

78: Chapter 60 The Beginning of Legend!_2 78: Chapter 60 The Beginning of Legend!_2 But just at that mont, the Battle Halberd exposed outside suddenly wailed again.

The sand pirates heard the noise and surrounded them, their clamorous shouts gradually drawing closer, and Breaking Army cracked a smile.

He intended to fight to the death.

One of the sand pirates charged at him riding a Desert Horse, wielding a curved blade in his hand.

Breaking Army pulled a Soft Sword from his instrunt and stabbed the pirate to death in a single thrust, leaving an elderly man wide-eyed in shock.

Breaking Army said, “I’m not adept at killing.”

“Rember this, the words of the people from the East Continent of Central Plains need to be carefully considered.”

“It’s not that I can’t, I can manage a little.”

He leapt up agilely, swinging the horse head fiddle he held in a circle, smashing it on a cavalryman’s head.

When the fiddle’s body emitted a piercing sound and then cracked, he used the sharp fractured end to fiercely pierce through another person’s neck.

The hollow body of the fiddle turned into a spout for bleeding.

Blood gushed out, staining his clothes, as the guiding old man watched, dumbfounded, at the man who had toppled three crazed desert marauders in one go under conditions of dehydration, walking, and exhaustion.

Breaking Army picked up the Battle Halberd and placed it on the horse, allowing the old man to mount another steed.

The Desert Horse wasn’t very large, but its build was dry and robust.

Compared to the tall horses of the Western Regions, they appeared smaller.

According to horse experts, Desert Horses have one fewer lumbar vertebra and two fewer tail vertebrae than horses from the Central Plains and the Western Regions.

Their ribs are arched, and their hooves are tough, capable of galloping in the desert.

The old man rode the horse, and the two of them galloped under the moonlight.

The old man’s heart thudded violently, and with the sand pirates chasing them, he shouted:

“Can the strategists of your Central Plains people also kill?”

Breaking Army laughed and said, “Even a feeble scholar should at least master swordsmanship and archery, capable of handling a War Chariot with one hand, driving four horses while the other hand wields a War Spear, decapitating enemies, shouting the battle tunes of Qin Feng.”

The old man expressed his admiration, “Central Plains people, truly formidable in battle.”

Breaking Army said, “No, most Central Plains people are not adept at fighting, my compatriots fear combat.”

The elder asked, “Why?”

Breaking Army answered, “Because they aim to defeat their enemies without sustaining injuries; but once you injure them, cause them to bleed, then you will see another side of them: crazed, enraged, relentlessly ruthless until they completely shred their foe.”

Breaking Army single-handedly killed another man, his eyebrows flying as he said:

“This is the so-called [mourning soldiers will surely win] [United Against the Enemy] of the Central Plains army.”

The sound of arrows cleaved the air.

Breaking Army’s Inner Qi surged, but ultimately, he was no Martial Artist.

A Martial Artist can take a dozen injuries and still battle passionately; his Inner Qi was not proficient in deflecting arrows, and the arrows landed on the horse, causing the Desert Horse to fall.

Breaking Army instinctively held onto the Battle Halberd to protect the Divine Weapon as he fell.

The old man had already run quite a distance, but he gritted his teeth and tightened the reins.

The Desert Horse turned back, and the old man stretched out his hand, shouting, “Go!”

But the sand pirates, like a pack of wild dogs, charged at them.

Riding their smaller Desert Horses, they were much faster than Breaking Army mounting his steed, using curved blades that were more forceful than slender swords.

Breaking Army cracked a smile, feeling he was extrely unlucky.

He propped himself up with the Battle Halberd, this Divine Weapon, should not fall here.

Breaking Army’s right hand held the Soft Sword, he cracked a smile, his beautiful eyes blazing with a murderous intent crazier than the sand pirates.

Breaking Army the initiator, even in death, would set the whole world afla.

Behind the sand pirates, a line of torches rose; it was the Turkic cavalry, under such circumstances, the pirates had no choice but to charge forward.

And at that mont—

In Wind Listening Pavilion, Li Guanyi in the illusion just happened to pick up the Battle Halberd.

In the distant desert, this ancient weapon seed to sense sothing.

It violently trembled and fell forward ‘downward’, straight and decisive.

The charging sand pirates were cleaved into two halves from the middle, blood spilling on the ground, the sweeping wind seed stirred by the Divine Weapon, freezing the pirates in their tracks, their horses uneasily shaking their heads, unwilling to advance.

The sound of horse hooves approached.

Behind the sand pirates, the Turkic cavalry closed in rapidly.

The sand pirates gritted their teeth, spurring their horses viciously with spiked boots; in pain, the mounts bellowed and charged forward.

A storm howled into being, sand and dust converging, Breaking Army unable to see in front of him, then pebbles ca together as if forming a hand from deep down his shoulder to seize the fallen weapon.

The young strategist froze, watching the unseen supre master surpass him.

Li Guanyi completely rged his consciousness with that move of General Xue.

Under the moonlight in the desert, a fierce storm arose, the heavy Divine Weapon autonomously swirling.

Within that mory, Li Guanyi’s spirit, will, Inner Qi, and Dharma Form, all converged within this move, stirring up a maelstrom.

If the waves were swept up by a storm, creating surf and tsunami, then the legendary general holding the Battle Halberd should be the storm raising this chaotic surge.

He gripped the Battle Halberd.

In the remote desert, as the Divine Weapon resonated naturally with Li Guanyi and General Xue, it sparked its spirit, amidst the rising storm, the convergence of sand and pebbles seed to form a person, Breaking Army saw ‘him’ lifting the Divine Weapon, its edge pointing forward, as if a legend reborn.