Anyone who has a little attempt should know that the war between countries cannot be solved by killing one or two people who lead the army. What's more, how difficult it is to assassinate the commander of the first army. Even if Mo Xiuyao killed him, Yelu Ye, how could he guarantee that he could go out alive?

Mo Xiuyao, who was killing each other, also saw Yelu Ye and the other two. He smiled coldly, waved his sword and clamored Yelu Ye to come over.

Looking at the sword with blood-colored green light, Yelu Ye's face changed slightly, "Finding Sword?!"

Helianzhen's face had long turned dark. He was killed by Mo Xiuyao alone into the Beirong camp. If he was asked to escape, the Lianke from Beirong was thrown away. With a cold snorting, Helianzhen waved the sword in his hand and thrust it and called Mo Xiuyao back. Yelu Ye and Helianzhen had the same idea. Seeing Helianzhen take action, they drew their swords without hesitation and rushed forward. Since Mo Xiuyao came by himself, it would be a great thing if he could leave him behind. More importantly, if he could kill Mo Xiuyao... his status in the Beirong royal court would be unbreakable.

"Mo Xiuyao, you are so brave, you are really arrogant!" Yelu Ye said coldly. Seeing the two attacking, Mo Xiuyao didn't answer, but just smiled coldly, and the long sword in his hand cut through the air like a stream of light, bursting out the cold sword energy.

Helian Peng was already injured, but he was standing aside and watching. As soon as he saw Helian Zhen, Yelu Ye and Mo Xiuyao fight, he knew that the two had no chance of winning. Mo Xiuyao's kung fu was too far from these two. Not to mention the competition, the two of them did not even have the qualifications to compare with them. He looked down at the wound on his arm and thought of the white-clothed woman with a clear and gentle face, like a saint of snow mountain. Helian Peng's eyes flashed a little coldness, and raised his hand to call the guard beside him and whispered a few words. The guard nodded and turned around.

Seeing Helianzhen and Yelu Ye resisting hard under his sword, Mo Xiuyao showed a sarcastic smile. His eyes turned to Helianzhen and swung his sword without hesitation, but this sword had no intention of showing mercy. Helianzhen knew that it was not something he could resist when he saw the overwhelming energy. But Mo Xiuyao gave up Yelu Ye and targeted him only. He had nowhere to hide. He could only raise his long sword to block Mo Xiuyao's sword.

With a bang, the sword that was built with a weight of hundreds of pounds was shattered in response to the sound. The Burning Sword in Mo Xiuyao's hand continued to slash Helian Zhen's forehead without any stagnation. Seeing Helian Zhen's generation of famous generals of the Northern Rong were placed in Mo Xiuyao's hands eighteen years ago, and after eighteen years, he finally regrouped and wanted to make a comeback, but before he could see the Cun Gong, he was about to become a dead soul under the sword. Seeing Helian Zhen suddenly opened his eyes full of fear and shock, a cold and bloodthirsty smile flashed in Mo Xiuyao's eyes.

"Go to die!"

"bump--"

It seemed very slow, but in fact it was just a matter of blink of an eye. Another long sword blocked Mo Xiuyao's thunder sword, and Helian Zhen was also caught by Yelu Ye next to him. Although he was spared from his death, everyone present was still in shock.

Helianpeng was holding a golden sword in his hand. However, the knife was broken in half at this time. Helianpeng's hand holding the knife was shaking constantly, and even the wound that had been bandaged on his other arm was iced again. Obviously, in order to save Helianzhen, he just tried hard to block it, and the internal force rushing from his body actually shattered the wound.

Mo Xiuyao lowered his eyes and looked at the Burning Sword in his hand indifferently. After a while, he looked up at Helianpeng and said, "Good Kung Fu, Murong Xiong's apprentice?" If Helianpeng didn't say it, Ye Li would not be able to see Helianpeng's origin. But Mo Xiuyao only saw his martial arts skills clearly as soon as he fought with Helianpeng. He sneered: "It seems that killing Murong Xiong was not considered unfair."

Helian Peng was obviously not very interested in Mo Xiuyao's identity as his killer enemy. He shook the short sword in his hand and said in a deep voice: "It's not as good as King Ding. I wonder what King Ding means today?"

"What does it mean?" Mo Xiuyao looked at him with a strange smile and said, "Don't you know what this king means?"

Yelu Ye let go of Helianzhen's hand and stood beside Helianpeng and said in a deep voice: "Mo Xiuyao, don't think that you are very powerful in martial arts, I am afraid of you. I don't believe it. Just because you can stand by this in the army of thousands of people?!"

Mo Xiuyao sneered and said, "I don't know if I tell you, if you dare to attack A Li, you will all die!" The Burning Sword burst out with dangerous light. Mo Xiuyao waved his randomly, and the flags erected in the camp not far away fell down.

The muscles in the corner of Helianpeng's eyes leaped down, wiped off the trace of blood from his lips, and sneered: "I want to see how powerful King Ding is!" With a wave of his hand, countless men in black rushed out from every corner of the camp and rushed towards Mo Xiuyao. These people were trained by Helianpeng, and their skills were not too far from that of the Qilin. Beirong was bloody in nature. At this time, Mo Xiuyao killed the entire camp and was killed in blood, which aroused the intention of killing and torture in their hearts. They rushed towards Mo Xiuyao without hesitation. They were really brave and fearless.

But Mo Xiuyao let out a long roar, and the figure in white clothes turned into a white rainbow and shot towards these people. Wherever he went, there were blood lights everywhere, and countless broken limbs and arms were broken.

Although Ya Zi temporarily trapped Mo Xiuyao, Yelu Ye, Helianzhen and others who were watching the game looked even more like you. Helianzhen had already lost too much blood, and was shocked by Mo Xiuyao just now, and his face turned pale, and his eyes were filled with haze.

Although Helianpeng did not cherish these specially trained subordinates like Ye Li, these people are still different from ordinary soldiers. Even Helianpeng had only more than a thousand people in his hands. Before, because Ye Li broke more than a hundred people, he could at least find Ye Li's background. But in just a moment, nearly a hundred people were broken under Mo Xiuyao. How could Helianpeng's face not look ugly?

Helian Zhen said with a cold face: "I can't let Mo Xiuyao leave here no matter what!"

The threat that Mo Xiuyao gave him was too great. If Mo Xiuyao, who was still a young man eighteen years ago, made him feel that his failure was just because he was too careless, today's meeting completely overturned Helian Zhen's thoughts. Mo Xiuyao is definitely not something he can deal with now. He just felt the feeling of death between the front lines, even eighteen years ago. Since he could not defeat Mo Xiuyao, he had to kill him by any means!
Chapter completed!