When Helian Peng saw Qilin arrive, he was seriously injured and knew that he would not be able to take advantage of it today. He left the sentence and flew away from the mountain stream, but he ignored the lives of the people he brought. With Qilin joining, these people were naturally cleaned up by everyone without any effort.

Qin Feng looked at the direction where Helianpeng left and said with regret: "It's a pity that Helianpeng ran away."

Lin Han, who was following him, glanced at the people of Beirong who were either dead or injured and said, "Helianpeng is cruel. So many people say they will die if they die." The dozens of people a few days ago, and more than a hundred people today, Helianpeng didn't feel distressed at all when he threw them away. You know, these people are different from ordinary Beirong soldiers. Each of them has been specially trained for a long time, and even Helianpeng must not have too many masters like this. From this aspect, it can also be seen that Ye Li and Helianpeng treat their subordinates differently. Since the establishment of Qilin, it has been several years since its establishment, and there are only more than one hundred people who have died or injured, but Helianpeng has taken action once or twice, and there are more than one hundred people. Obviously, Helianpeng did not regard these people as the elite trump cards in his hands, or even his own subordinates. At most, they are some high-level cannon fodder.

Zhuo Jingli was the closest one, and he naturally saw it clearly, and said in a deep voice: "Even if he couldn't kill him, Helian Peng would probably not be able to jump around for a month or two. Princess, should you send someone to..."

Ye Li shook his head and said, "Helianpeng's martial arts skills are not weak. Even if he is not as good as the prince, he should not be inferior to Ren Qining. Besides, as General Beirong, he is injured and must be guarded by his side. There is no need to let someone die for nothing. Go to Lingjiu Mountain first."

"Yes, the princess." Everyone responded, leaving some people to clear the battlefield, and the others escorted Ye Li to Lingjiu Mountain.

The news that Ye Li encountered Helian Peng blocking the road could not be hidden from Mo Xiuyao. Although Ye Li was not injured, Mo Xiuyao's face was extremely ugly. Even Feng Zhiyao and Han Mingxi, who had always talked the most, dared not speak rashly, so as not to provoke Mo Xiuyao to ask for trouble. However, Mo Xiuyao snorted with a gloomy face, raised the Burning Sword beside him and left the camp. Seeing Feng Zhiyao and others stunned, Han Mingxi asked in a daze, "What...what is he going to do?"

Feng Zhiyao blinked and joked: "Isn't you going to kill Helianpeng?"

Han Mingyue, who was sitting next to Han Mingxi, nodded and said, "He is indeed going to kill Helianpeng, maybe there will be Yelu Ye and Helianzhen." Although Feng Zhiyao has long distrustred Han Mingyue, he is still somewhat confident in his ability and scheming. If it weren't for Su Zuidi, why did Han Mingyue come to this? After hearing what he said, Feng Zhiyao immediately jumped up and exclaimed: "He is crazy? That's a army of hundreds of thousands. If he could slaughter all the Beirong army alone, why are we going to fight?"

When human power is finally over, even if Mo Xiuyao is the best in the world in martial arts, he can use one to ten and one to a hundred. Can he still use one to a thousand and one to a thousand? If he wants to break into the barracks and kill Helian Peng and Yelu Ye, Feng Zhiyao still only has two words to give to him: seeking death!

After a moment of shock, Feng Zhiyao finally jumped up and shouted while rushing out: "Mo Xiuyao, I owe you what I had in my previous life. Come! Gather the people!"

In the big tent, only Han Mingxi and Han Mingyue were left. Han Mingxi looked at Han Mingyue and asked with some disbelief: "Brother, Mo Xiuyao really plans to kill Helianpeng?" Even if he wanted to kill, there was no need to break into the Beirong camp. Find an opportunity to wait until Helianpeng is alone or out of the camp, with Mo Xiuyao's martial arts, several Helianpengs can also kill him.

Han Mingyue smiled faintly and said, "How could King Ding you think of that?"

Han Mingxi was puzzled, "Then why did he do this?"

"After today, as long as Mo Xiuyao is not dead, I am afraid that no one in the world will dare to make Ye Li's idea." Han Mingyue sighed. He once thought he was deeply in love with Su Zuidie, and even secretly felt that Mo Xiuyao did not understand love. Only now he realized that Mo Xiuyao did not understand love, but he just didn't meet the right person. Mo Xiuyao did it for Ye Li, and Han Mingyue thought he could not do it. He reached out to pat his brother who was a little lost, and Han Mingyue turned around and walked out.

In the tent, Han Mingxi was silent for a long time, and finally smiled bitterly and a hint of relief flashed between his eyebrows. What Mo Xiuyao could do was never done. It was not about ability, but about nature. He could never do such a thing for a person, even if he...loves her...

This day can be said to be a day that will be unforgettable for all the soldiers of the Beirong. Of course, if they have eternal life.

Because the two armies have not fought in the past few days, it is much more peaceful inside and outside the Beirong Camp. However, in this calm, the soldiers guarding the gate of the camp watched a white-haired man dressed as snow as floating towards him like a white cloud. Before the soldiers at the door could react to this sudden scene, they felt a lit up their necks. The scarlet and cold eyes of the man dressed in white were the last scene they saw in this world.

Mo Xiuyao broke into the camp and took advantage of the fact that the Beirong soldiers did not react and rushed towards the direction of the commander's tent of the camp. He had extremely high light skills, and he destroyed the sword energy along the way and swung countless casualties. Even the unlucky ghost who accidentally became his stepping stone was shocked by the force under his feet and died of blood. Suddenly, the camp was in chaos. Countless soldiers rushed towards the direction of Mo Xiuyao. The soldiers who reacted quickly shot him, but how could ordinary arrows shoot Mo Xiuyao? What's more, it's okay for him to be in the air. Once he landed on the ground, it's hard to say whether the arrow was Mo Xiuyao or his own.

For a moment, the figures in white clothes were circling in the military camp, and blood flowed everywhere they went. There was no survivor under the Burning Sword, and each piece was swung out, which would inevitably bring out a piece of blood. Such power, even the soldiers of the Beirong, who were known for their bravery, could not help but feel scared. They were afraid that if they accidentally got involved, they would die without life.

There was such a big noise in the camp, how could Yelu Ye, who was sitting in the main tent of the central army, not knowing? Yelu Ye was furious because of Helianpeng's injuries, but he heard a noise and war sound from outside the camp, and he couldn't help but be furious. The soldiers outside came to report to someone who broke into the camp in panic. Yelu Ye sneered, "I want to see who dares to enter the Beirong Camp so boldly." As soon as Helianzhen and Helianpeng, who had just been wrapped, he saw Mo Xiuyao coming with his sword in white clothes. The somewhat dark ancient sword was now filled with blood and murderous aura.

"Mo Xiuyao!?"
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