Anyone with a little experience would know that a war between countries was not something that could be resolved with the death of one or two commanders. Moreover, how difficult was it to assassinate the commander of an army? Even if Mo Xiuyao killed him, how could Yelu Ye guarantee that he would be able to leave alive?
Mo Xiuyao, who was in the midst of killing, also saw Yelu Ye and the other two. With a cold smile, he waved his sword and charged towards Yelu Ye.
Looking at the blood-colored sword, Yelu Ye's expression changed. "Sword of Incineration?!"
Beside him, Helian Zhen's face had already turned black. If Mo Xiuyao managed to escape after charging into the Northern Tribes' camp alone, the Northern Tribes would be in deep trouble. With a cold snort, Helian Zhen brandished the long saber in his hand and charged towards Mo Xiuyao. Yelu Ye had the same idea as Helian Zhen. Seeing Helian Zhen make a move, he also charged forward without hesitation. Since Mo Xiuyao had come here himself, if they could kill him, it would be a good thing for the Northern Tribes. More importantly, if they could kill Mo Xiuyao … … their status in the Royal House of the Northern Tribes could be said to be unshakeable.
"Mo Xiuyao, you've got guts, you're really arrogant!" Yelu Ye said coldly. Seeing the two attacking, Mo Xiuyao did not reply, only smiling coldly. The sword in his hand cut through the air like a ray of light, emitting a cold sword aura.
Helian Peng was already injured, but at this time he stood to the side and watched. When he saw Helian Zhen and Yelu Ye fighting Mo Xiuyao, he knew that the two of them had no chance of winning. Mo Xiuyao's martial arts were too weak compared to the two of them. Not to mention competing, the two of them did not even have the qualifications to be mentioned in the same breath as him. Lowering his head to look at the wound on his arm, he thought of the beautiful white clothed girl who looked like a snow mountain saintess. A trace of coldness flashed through Helian Peng's eyes. He raised his hand to summon the guard beside him and whispered a few words. The guard nodded and turned to leave.
Watching Helian Zhen and Yelu Ye struggling under his sword, Mo Xiuyao revealed a mocking smile. He turned his gaze to Helian Zhen and swung his sword without hesitation. This sword strike did not have the slightest intention of showing any mercy. When Helian Zhen saw the earth-shattering energy, he knew that it was not something he could withstand. But Mo Xiuyao gave up on Yelu Ye and only targeted him. He had nowhere to hide. He could only use all his strength to raise his saber to block Mo Xiuyao's sword.
With a loud bang, the long saber that was made of fine iron and weighed over a hundred kilograms shattered into pieces. The Incineration Sword in Mo Xiuyao's hand did not slow down in the slightest as it continued to slash towards Helian Zhen's head. Helian Zhen was a famous general of the Northern Tribes. Eighteen years ago, he had been defeated by Mo Xiuyao. Eighteen years later, he had finally regrouped with great difficulty and wanted to make a comeback. But before he could achieve anything, he was about to become a ghost under Mo Xiuyao's sword. Seeing Helian Zhen's suddenly widened eyes filled with fear and shock, Mo Xiuyao's eyes flashed with a cold and bloodthirsty smile.
"Die!"
"Bang —"
It seemed very slow, but in reality, it happened in the blink of an eye. The other saber blocked Mo Xiuyao's thunderous sword strike. Helian Zhen was also grabbed by Yelu Ye and pulled to the side. Although they avoided death, everyone present was still in a state of shock.
They saw Helian Peng holding a large saber that glowed with a faint golden light. But at this time, the saber had already been broken into two halves. Helian Peng's hand holding the saber was trembling uncontrollably. Even the wound on his other arm that was originally bandaged was once again frozen and cracked. It was clear that in order to save Helian Zhen, he had used all his strength to block the attack. The surging internal energy in his body had actually caused his wound to reopen.
Mo Xiuyao lowered his eyes, his expression indifferent as he looked at the Incineration Sword in his hand. After a while, he raised his head to look at Helian Peng and said, "Good martial arts. Murong Xiong's disciple?" If Helian Peng did not say it, Ye Li would not have been able to see through Helian Peng's background. But Mo Xiuyao had only exchanged blows with Helian Peng once, and he had clearly seen through his martial arts. He sneered, "It seems that killing Murong Xiong at that time was not an injustice."
Helian Peng was clearly not interested in the fact that Mo Xiuyao was his enemy who had killed his master. He gripped the short saber in his hand and said in a low voice, "Not as good as Prince Ding. What does Prince Ding mean by today's actions? "
"What do I mean?" Mo Xiuyao's smile was somewhat strange as he looked at him and said, "You guys don't know what I mean?"
Yelu Ye let go of Helian Zhen's hand and stood beside Helian Peng, saying in a low voice, "Mo Xiuyao, don't think that just because your martial arts are strong that I am afraid of you. This Prince doesn't believe that you alone can do anything to this Prince in the midst of an army of ten thousand! "
Mo Xiuyao sneered and said, "If you don't know, then I'll tell you. Anyone who dares to have any ideas about Li will all die!" The Incineration Sword released a dangerous brilliance. Mo Xiuyao casually waved it, and the flags in the camp not far away fell to the ground.
The muscles at the corner of Helian Peng's eyes twitched. He casually wiped off the trace of blood from the corner of his lips and sneered. "I would like to see just how formidable Prince Ding is!" With a wave of his hand, countless black-clothed men surged out from every corner of the camp and charged towards Mo Xiuyao. These people were all personally trained by Helian Peng, and their skills were not too far off from Qi Lin. The Northern Tribes people were naturally bloodthirsty. At this time, the entire camp was being slaughtered by Mo Xiuyao, and blood flowed like a river. This aroused the killing intent in their hearts. One by one, they charged towards Mo Xiuyao without hesitation. They were truly unafraid of death.
Mo Xiuyao let out a long whistle, and his white clothed figure turned into a white ray of light as he shot towards the crowd. Everywhere he went, blood splattered everywhere, and countless broken limbs were left behind.
Although Ya Zi had temporarily trapped Mo Xiuyao, the expressions of Helian Zhen, Yelu Ye and the others, who were watching the battle from the side, were even more unsightly. Helian Zhen had already lost a lot of blood, and just now, he had suffered internal injuries from Mo Xiuyao. His face was pale, and his eyes were filled with gloominess.
Although Helian Peng didn't cherish these specially trained subordinates as much as Ye Li did, these people were still different from ordinary soldiers. Even Helian Peng only had a little over a thousand people under his command. Previously, because of Ye Li, he had lost over a hundred people. At the very least, he had managed to find out some information about Ye Li. But now, in the blink of an eye, close to a hundred people had been killed by Mo Xiuyao. How could Helian Peng's expression not be ugly?
Helian Zhen said with a cold expression, "No matter what, we cannot let Mo Xiuyao leave this place today!"
The threat that Mo Xiuyao gave him was too great. If it was said that Mo Xiuyao, who was still a teenager eighteen years ago, made him feel that his failure was only because he was too careless and unreconciled, then today's meeting completely overturned Helian Zhen's thoughts. The current Mo Xiuyao was definitely not someone he could deal with. Just now, he had only been a hair's breadth away from death. Even eighteen years ago, he had not felt such a feeling of death. Since he could not defeat Mo Xiuyao, then he had to kill him by hook or by crook!
The Northern Tribes soldiers who were watching from the side were also shocked by the bloody scene. The current scene was even more impactful than on the battlefield. On the battlefield, everyone was fighting with their lives on the line. No matter how desperate the situation was, no one had the time to care about it. But now, they could only watch on helplessly as this could be called a one-sided massacre. Those black clothed men, who were usually very powerful in the eyes of these ordinary soldiers, were like wooden chickens and pottery dogs in front of this white clothed, white haired man, unable to withstand a single blow. The snowy rain fell on Mo Xiuyao's snow-white clothes, adding a hint of killing intent to his cold and bloodthirsty handsome face. It was as if he was a blood-soaked Asura from hell.
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