Mo Xiuyao wasn't worried at all about Ling Tiehan who had been tricked into helping him. Ling Tiehan wanted to take revenge on Lei Zhenting anyways. He was just giving him a chance to save his subordinate. Even though Ling Tiehan had accidentally saved Ye Li, he wouldn't feel guilty if Ling Tiehan lost his life because of this.
Mo Xiuyao took off his cloak and put it on Ye Li. He said softly, "Li Li, go back and change your clothes first." Ye Li rolled her eyes at him, then turned and walked towards the city gate tower.
The battle on the city gate tower was still ongoing. Lei Zhenting's reversal technique was indeed shocking. With Ling Tiehan's cultivation, even if Lei Zhenting wasn't injured, he wouldn't be a match for him. But when Ye Li and the others arrived, the one covered in injuries was actually Ling Tiehan. However, Ling Tiehan had spent his entire life studying martial arts. His personality was tenacious. Even though he was covered in injuries, he didn't seem to have any intention of stopping.
Hearing Mo Xiuyao and the others walk up the city gate tower, Lei Zhenting was the first to retreat.
"Mo Xiuyao, it's you again." Lei Zhenting narrowed his eyes as he stared at Mo Xiuyao. Perhaps it was because of this battle, or because Mo Xiuyao had returned early, or because his plan had been foiled, his originally deep and desolate eyes were somewhat bloodshot.
Mo Xiuyao raised his eyebrows indifferently. Only Ye Li, whose hand he was holding, could tell that he wasn't as calm as he looked. Mo Xiuyao laughed, "Of course it's I. I'm the one who's curious. You … why aren't you dead yet? "
Lei Zhenting sneered, "You haven't died yet, so how can I die?" After saying that, Lei Zhenting ignored Ling Tiehan and flew towards Mo Xiuyao. However, the sword in his hand was pointed straight at Ye Li, who was standing beside Mo Xiuyao. Mo Xiuyao's expression changed as he sent Ye Li behind Han Mingyue. He then unsheathed his Incineration Sword and swung it towards Lei Zhenting mercilessly.
"Lei Zhenting, I will make sure you die a horrible death!" Mo Xiuyao sneered. In the blink of an eye, the two of them began to exchange blows. Lei Zhenting didn't show any signs of weakness as he laughed, "We still don't know who will die a horrible death."
It had to be said that even people like Han Mingyue and Ling Tiehan were secretive about the heaven-defying effects of the reversal technique. After the battle between Lei Zhenting and Ling Tiehan, it didn't seem like he had used up too much energy. He was still as fast as lightning when he fought with Mo Xiuyao. This feeling almost reminded Mo Xiuyao of the first time he fought with Lei Zhenting more than ten years ago when he just came out of the pugilistic world. At that time, his martial arts were slightly inferior to Lei Zhenting's. But now, Mo Xiuyao was in the prime of his life, while Lei Zhenting was gradually aging. Mo Xiuyao had absolute confidence that his martial arts cultivation was stronger than Lei Zhenting's. But even so, when he fought with Lei Zhenting, Mo Xiuyao still felt a trace of pressure.
Seeing this, Ling Tiehan didn't hesitate to join the battle. In this situation, there was no such thing as bullying with numbers. Lei Zhenting had used the reversal technique, so he was already dead. There was no need for the people present to die with him. More importantly, it was impossible for Mo Xiuyao to back out now. Since that was the case, Ling Tiehan didn't mind fighting with two of them.
With the suppression of two powerful experts, Lei Zhenting was finally at a disadvantage. But even so, Ling Tiehan and Mo Xiuyao still had many new wounds. This battle lasted from day to night. Ye Li and Han Mingyue couldn't interfere at all, but neither of them dared to take half a step away. All they could do was watch the three people fighting.
Seeing the most dangerous part, Han Mingyue finally couldn't help but shout and laugh loudly. Ye Li stood to the side and watched, a faint smile on her lips. Han Mingyue watched the battle between the three powerful experts of the world, and unexpectedly broke through her mental state. Her martial arts that had been stagnant for many years reached a new level. Presumably, in a few years, Young Master Ming Yue's name would be among the top four experts of the world.
Under the night sky, the entire Feihong Pass was still brightly lit. In the small city, there were countless soldiers fighting in every street and alley. The smell of blood permeated the entire city. On the back of the city wall, Old General Yuan Pei and a few soldiers were stationed on the city gate tower. Under the city gate tower was a city gate that was only a third of the width of the Feihong Pass in front of them. But behind this gate was more than half of the northwest region. All of the soldiers were exhausted, but they still held their weapons tightly in their hands. Again and again, they killed the enemies that were charging at them. Behind them were the people and land they had to protect. They had nowhere to retreat. They had no other choice but to kill the enemies in the city gate.
Another wave of West-Hill soldiers rushed over the streets and the interception of the Mohist army soldiers. Yuan Pei's expression was solemn as he said in a clear voice, "Archers, fire!" Arrows shot out like rain. A group of enemies fell, but soon more people continued to rush up. The soldiers guarding the city gate rushed up and engaged in close combat with the enemies who had rushed out from the arrows.
Just when everyone thought that these days would never end, the heavy sound of horse hooves finally sounded in the distance again. Even from afar, people could feel the sound of the earth shaking. It was the sound of thousands of soldiers and horses rushing over. At this time, everyone knew who was coming. The tired faces of the Mohist army soldiers once again bloomed with radiance. "Reinforcements are coming!"
"Reinforcements are coming! Brothers, kill them! Stop the West-Hill people! "
"Reinforcements are coming!" The cheers of the Mohist army soldiers could be heard throughout the small city. Then the battle between the two sides became more intense.
Lenghuai led a million soldiers into the Feihong Pass. The hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses of West-Hill immediately collapsed. Originally, hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses were blocked in the city for an entire day by the Mohist army. They had suffered heavy casualties and were already somewhat disorganized. At this time, there was suddenly an additional million soldiers. No matter how tenacious the willpower of the West-Hill soldiers was, they could not help but collapse. Before dawn, the battle in the small city had already come to an end. The West-Hill soldiers in the city either died or surrendered. When Lenghuai rushed to the rear gate with his men, he was just in time to support Yuan Pei who was a little shaky.
General Yuan was over 70 years old. This day and night of fighting was already very tiring for a young man, let alone an old man like Yuan Pei. Seeing Lenghuai, Yuan Pei was also relieved. If Lenghuai had come a little later, they would not have been able to hold on. "General Leng …"
Lenghuai apologized, "General Yuan, it's me … We're late. Thank you for your hard work."
"It's good that you're here … It's good that you're here …" Yuan Pei said repeatedly. Then he only felt darkness in front of him and fell down. Lenghuai reacted quickly and hurriedly supported him. "General Yuan … General Yuan … Doctor!"
Feng San happened to be coming over as well. When he heard Leng Huai's voice, he quickly rushed over. He held Yuan Pei's hand and felt his pulse. Then he was relieved and said, "It's nothing serious. He's probably too tired. Let's send General Yuan back first. Let Mr. Shen treat him later. "
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