Chapter 34 Kirin Blade Broken

Wandering on the high sky, looking down at the mountains of the earth, the snowflakes gradually drifted, the cold wind roared, and the cold wind roared, and the Kowloon golden dragon robes were hunting, swimming in the cold sky, like a fairy mansion, with a resolute face, flying long hair, and a childless look, like a king looking down on the earth.

Looking at the mountains surrounded by snow and silver clothes, Kowloon couldn't help laughing, "Als Mountains, it's time to seal the mountains with heavy snow. Take this opportunity to recuperate and develop the Kowloon tribe. Waiting for the beginning of spring next year, it is the time for the Kowloon tribe to become famous all over the world and cross the mainland!"

"Weilong, let's go down and go to the headquarters of the Chinese army, where to command the battle!" Jiulong gently slapped the solid scales of his wings and immediately issued an order.

Oh—

The two-winged Cangling sang and immediately swooped down. In the blink of an eye, it had landed. Jiulong fell off the two-winged Cangling and quickly entered the tent of the Chinese army. As soon as General Slock saw Jiulong, he quickly got up, hit his chest with his fists, and saluted the army. "See the last general!"

Kowloon, three steps and two steps, quickly stepped forward, picked up General Slock with both hands, and said enthusiastically, "Old General, please rise up!"

"General, General Hatch, he only has 50,000 troops. Can you stop the enemy and win time for the war ahead of me!" After all, Slock did not forget General Hatch's recklessness.

Hearing this, Jiulong gently patted General Slock on the shoulder and said confidently, "Don't worry, old general, if General Hatch can't resist the enemy, the commander will behead him first!"

"Uh!" General Slock was stunned and asked, "Although General Hatch is grumpy and has no strategy, he is brave and not afraid of death. He is a rare fierce general. If he is killed, I'm afraid it will chill the hearts of the generals of the three armies!"

"Alas!" Hearing this, Jiulong sighed and said earnestly, "Don't worry, I'm just angry for a moment. That reckless guy really can't get on the stage. If my generals are all the same as the old general, why don't worry about the big things and the war will not be extinguished!"

"The veteran is ashamed!" Hearing this, General Locke quickly lowered his head and said sincerely, "This expedition to the Mankla tribe was blocked by Xiong Liya's army on the banks of the Ars Mountains. If it hadn't been for the commander's mainstay, the strategy was right, and the old bone of the three armies and the veteran would have been buried on the side of the Ars Mountains!"

"Old general, don't do this!" Hearing this, Jiulong quickly persuaded him. Suddenly, Jiulong suddenly turned around. He looked at General Slock's pale temples, and then looked at the wrinkled skin. With an old-fashioned appearance, Jiulong suddenly knelt on one knee and said solemnly, "General, I, Jiulong, am young and ignorant. At first I was dissatisfied with the old general. Jiulong is ashamed!"

The sudden change stunned General Slock. He looked at Jiulong, who was kneeling in front of him, and suddenly, his eyes were full of tears! He knelt down and quickly kowtowed his head in a sad and desolate voice, "Commier, you must do it. You are killing me!"

"Old general, please!" Jiulong quickly picked up General Slock, but he still knelt on one knee and said in a low voice, "Old General, the position of the commander of the 13th Army of Omer is originally yours, but because I am the son of Titus, the god of the army, I took the lead. The dove occupies the magpie's nest. I want to return the position of commander of the old general!"

"I can't do it!" Slock said in grief, "Although there are 500,000 people in our army, the Mankra tribe standing opposite is three million, and they have a home advantage, sufficient military food supplies, and a continuous supply of troops. At the time of the war, the temporary replacement of the coach is a big taboo. The leader of young talents, literary and martial arts can do everything. Don't you know the pros and cons of this?

"Old general, I don't know, but I'm no longer qualified to command the three armies!" As he spoke, Jiulong choked and pulled out the ink unicorn blade and clicked! Suddenly, he inserted it on the ground and said, "Kid, I'm going to turn out of Omar and start another stove to establish the Kowloon tribe. Please ask the old general to think twice. If the old general hates the boy and the Kirin blade, the boy dares not survive!"

Bum! Bang! Bang!

General Slock retreated three steps in a row. He looked at Jiulong in shock. A trace of desolate old tears slowly flowed down his cheeks. The hot tears fell on his white beard and were directly condensed by the cold air. Suddenly, he laughed. The sad laughter, mixed with boundless pleasure, was sad and pitiful. , "Great Leader..., Kowloon..., Omael Roxas..., ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! You have lived up to the high expectations of your father, Lord Junshen. I am bold and loyal. Since you have turned against O'er, the veteran will cut off your head for the military god Grand Duke Titus, and shed only the blood of the weak and the enemy under the blade of the unicorn!"

choking——

General Slock suddenly drew his knife, and a long sound of a knife sounded. His arms shook, his hands hard, and with a click, he actually refracted the majestic Kirin blade. Then, he suddenly waved the broken knife and cut directly to the head of Jiulong.

Kowloon did not move. He closed his eyes and waited for death. In contrast, the Omar tribe is the death penalty. Even if he escapes, the 500,000 army will not let him go. The majesty of the military god Titus cannot be defied. If his children do this, there is only a possibility that the god of the army will personally go out and clean up the door. At that time , he also can't escape death.

Brush! Just at the time when the Kirin's broken blade cut off Jiulong's neck, Slock stopped and gave a crash. He directly threw away the broken blade, poof! He knelt down, his forehead touched the ground, and waited quietly.

Jiulong slowly opened his eyes, but saw General Slock kneeling in front of him. He couldn't help touching his neck and asked in surprise, "Old general, why don't you cut!"

General Slock's old hands trembling into his skirt and took out a small box. He respectfully opened it, took out a roll of silk, and respectfully handed it to Jiulong's hand. "Your command, please watch!"

Jiulong was strange. He slowly stretched out his hand, took the silk silk, opened it, and saw a few lines of words on it. Jiulong recognized the owner of these words, the god of war, Titus!

"My son Omer Lockus, I know that your father is suspicious. Any of your brothers and sisters can die under the blade of Kirin, but you can't. Your body is shrouded in a lot of fog, which you need to explore by yourself. For my father, I only tell you that gold scales are not things in the pool, and they will turn into dragons when they encounter wind and clouds! The old general Slock is a powerful and tough general for his father. He gave it to you. Whether he can subdue him depends on your own ability. The unicorn blade is there. The 13th Army is the O'mail army. If the unicorn blade is broken, the 13th Army has nothing to do with O'mail. Take care of it!"

"Father..." Jiulong gently closed his eyes and kowtowed deeply in the direction of the Omael tribe!

General Slock slowly raised his head. He stared at Jiulong, and an old voice sounded: "My lord, the unicorn blade has been broken. This army no longer belongs to O'Maire. The veteran is willing to bow down to the commander!"

"Old general, please!" Jiulong got up. He quickly picked up General Sloc and said happily, "General, this army will be yours in the future. When this battle is over, I, Kowloon, will personally worship you as the leader of the Jiulong tribe and command all the troops of the tribe!"

"Thank you, Commander, the last general did his best and died!" General Slock suddenly took the order.

"Good!" Jiulong patted Slock on the shoulder and laughed, "In that case, let's make this victory bigger, how about it!"

"Yes, Commander!" General Slock should be in a hurry.

Kowloon took another look at Slock, slowly turned around, and steadily climbed onto the handsome chair, clumped--the golden dragon cloak and immediately sat down, "Weilong, immediately went to Mankra headquarters and ordered Euro Tattissen to lead 500 Molin knights, cooperate with General Sahal to launch a counterattack, and cut through the Mankra tribe from the inside. Three million troops!"

"It's the master!" The strong voice of the two wings immediately sounded in Jiulong's brain. With a crash, the iron wings of the two wings stretched out and swayed up to the sky!

"General Slock listens to the order!" Kowloon issued another order.

"Yes, Commander!"

Kowloon looked majestic and suddenly issued an order: "Order the three armies to take action immediately, the main army will attack, and the two wings will roundabout and kill the Mankla tribe!"

"The last general is ordered!" General Slock suddenly took the order to leave.

Kowloon watched Slock's back disappear, gently knead the silk in his hand, and took a long breath. Then, he walked down the handsome chair, gently picked up the broken unicorn blade, looked at the dark texture and majestic knife body, and sighed slowly: "The Kirin blade is the symbol of the three armies of the Omar tribe. Now it has It's broken...!"