"Ahhh … … Kill this devil!" Finally, someone couldn't help but break down. Without caring about anything else, he raised his weapon and charged at the blood-stained white figure. Unfortunately, before he could even touch a corner of the other's clothes, he was cut in half by the incoming sword qi.
"Archers, shoot!" Yelu Ye ordered in a deep voice. These black-clothed Yazi might be able to trap Mo Xiuyao, or even exhaust his internal energy to kill him. But that was under the premise that Mo Xiuyao didn't want to escape. More importantly, even if Mo Xiuyao didn't escape, who knew how many Yazi would have to die to exhaust Mo Xiuyao's internal energy. Perhaps it would take two or three thousand? They didn't have that many people. Once the last black-clothed man died, it would be their turn to test the Incineration Sword's edge.
In an instant, arrows rained down like rain. Although most of the arrows were aimed at Mo Xiuyao, many of the black-clothed men were too close to Mo Xiuyao. Moreover, Mo Xiuyao's figure was erratic. In fact, he was shooting indiscriminately. Mo Xiuyao sneered. He grabbed a black-clothed man and casually tossed him aside. In an instant, he turned into a hedgehog. Turning around, he swung his sword. The arrows in the distance seemed to be blocked by something and they all flew back to the person who originally shot them.
"Yelu Ye, you're courting death!" Mo Xiuyao said in a deep voice.
"Protect the Seventh Prince!" Everyone was shocked. Dozens of people rushed to Yelu Ye's front and back to block Mo Xiuyao's furious sword strike. Of the dozens of people who blocked the sword, only three or four remained to protect Yelu Ye. Fortunately, Mo Xiuyao's attention was quickly drawn back by the arrows coming from behind. Otherwise, Yelu Ye's life would be in danger. Although he managed to keep his life, Yelu Ye's complexion was pale. Looking at Helian Zhen who had just escaped a calamity like him, he couldn't help but reveal a trace of a bleak and bitter smile. He didn't dare to carelessly issue orders again.
"Mo Xiuyao's martial arts … just how high is it?" Looking at the white-haired man in white, Yelu Ye couldn't help muttering to himself.
Helian Peng clutched his wound and leaned against the entrance of the large tent. Not only did the bleeding wound cause his face to turn pale, it also caused him to feel faint. "The current Mo Xiuyao can probably be considered the number one expert under the heavens. More than two years ago, he had to join forces with Lei Zhenting and Ling Tiehan to kill my master. If it was now … I'm afraid even if my master was at his peak, he might not be a match for him. " Some people were called geniuses. They didn't seem to need to train hard or sharpen their skills. They were born to stand higher than others. Even the heavens couldn't help but be jealous of such a genius. And Mo Xiuyao was obviously such a person.
Just as the entire Northern Militant camp was trembling in fear from Mo Xiuyao's massacre, a commotion came from outside the main gate.
Two figures, one red and one white, flew in from outside, like two shadows pouncing in the direction of Mo Xiuyao.
"Mo Xiuyao!" Feng Zhiyao's voice was flustered and exasperated. It was fortunate that he had spoken first. Otherwise, he would most likely have suffered two swords like those black clothed men of the Northern Militant camp who had been ravaged by Mo Xiuyao.
Mo Xiuyao kept his sword and glanced unhappily at Feng Zhiyao and Han Mingyue who had landed in front of him. He said, "Who asked you to be so nosy?" Han Mingyue smiled but didn't say anything. He was only following Feng Zhiyao to help. He also knew that Mo Xiuyao wouldn't appreciate his help so he didn't say anything.
Feng Zhiyao was so angry that his hair stood on end. He grabbed Mo Xiuyao and said, "Why aren't you leaving? Do you want to die here?!" Under normal circumstances, Feng Zhiyao definitely wouldn't be able to catch Mo Xiuyao. However, after Mo Xiuyao's massacre, the anger and brutality in his heart had dissipated. Instead, he felt slightly tired. Even if Mo Xiuyao was the number one martial arts expert in the world, the number of Northern Militant fighters who had died at his hands today was no less than a hundred. Naturally, it was impossible for him to be completely exhausted. He only wanted to vent his anger on the Northern Militant and give them a warning. He didn't plan to throw his life away. Even if Feng Zhiyao and Han Mingyue didn't come, he would have to leave in a while.
Now that he was being held back by Feng Zhiyao, he didn't stay any longer. He glanced disdainfully at Yelu Ye and said, "Let's go."
He took the lead and used his qinggong to rush out of the gate.
"Mo Xiuyao?!" Yelu Ye was enraged by that look of disdain. He roared, "Kill him!"
Han Mingyue, who was at the end of the group, sighed helplessly. She swung her sword to deflect the arrow that was shot at her, and leaped up to fly outside.
Feng Zhiyao dared to charge into the Northern Militant camp with Han Mingyue. Naturally, he wouldn't be unprepared. The three of them were still chased by the Northern Militant army after they left the camp. But after chasing for less than two to three li, they saw the Mohist army's Black Cloud Cavalry waiting for them. Mo Xiuyao and the other two landed in the midst of the Mohist army and turned to face the Northern Militant army. The two armies faced each other.
"Mo Xiuyao, one day, I will make you die a horrible death!" Looking at Mo Xiuyao who was sitting on a horse, his white clothes stained with blood, Yelu Ye roared. Mo Xiuyao snorted and pointed his sword at Yelu Ye. He laughed coldly, "This is what I wanted to say to you. Today, I will teach you a lesson. If there is a next time, I will definitely take your dog life! Return to camp! "
Watching Mo Xiuyao leisurely leave under the escort of the Mo Family troops, Yelu Ye's face turned ashen. "Go back!"
Yelu Ye and the rest returned to the camp. Mo Xiuyao's ruckus today had caused the Northern Militant camp to lose more than two hundred ordinary soldiers. Helian Zhen and Helian Peng's specially trained Yazi had more than four to five hundred casualties. The Incineration Sword could cut through metal like mud. Not to mention the vital parts, even the sword's aura would cause severe injuries. Those injured soldiers were no different from dead. They would never be able to return to the battlefield again. This was not the worst thing. After all, compared to the millions of soldiers, the loss of a few hundred soldiers was negligible. But the psychological trauma this massacre had on the Northern Militant soldiers was the most serious thing. With just Prince Ding alone, he was able to move about unhindered amidst the several hundred thousand soldiers' campsite, killing until blood flowed like a river. This caused the Northern Militant soldiers, who were already worried about the reputation of the Mohist army, to be even more fearful of Prince Ding.
"Seventh Highness." In the tent, Helian Peng knelt on the ground. Due to his heavy injuries, he had not been able to rest properly. This caused his resolute face to look haggard and weak. Yelu Ye stared coldly at him and said, "What do you have to say?" Today's incident was caused by Helian Peng going to deal with Ye Li. Yelu Ye originally did not agree with Helian Peng's actions. It was not that he did not want to deal with Ye Li, but Ye Li was Princess Ding. There would definitely be countless experts protecting her. The chances of success were too low. What's more, the fate of those who had once attacked Ye Li was still there.
As expected, Helian Peng's plan had failed. Instead, it attracted Mo Xiuyao's crazy revenge. This time, what they lost was not the lives of the few hundred soldiers, but the morale of the Northern Militant army. In such a situation, they would not be able to recover without a few shocking victories.
Helian Peng was silent. He lowered his head and said, "I have nothing to say. Please punish me."
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