"Ahhh... Kill this devil!" Finally someone couldn't help but collapse and rushed towards the bloody figure in white with his weapons. Unfortunately, before he even touched the corner of the other party's clothes, he was chopped in half by the oncoming sword energy.

"Arrowman, 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 and finally kill him. But that was under the premise that Mo Xiuyao himself did not want to escape. More importantly, even if Mo Xiuyao did not escape, no one knew how much Yazi's life would be used to exhaust Mo Xiuyao's internal energy and physical strength, perhaps two thousand and three thousand? They didn't have that many people, I was afraid that the last man in black would die, and the next one would be their turn to try the sword edge of the burning sword.

In an instant, the arrows were like rain. Although they shot at Mo Xiuyao, many men in black were too close to Mo Xiuyao. Moreover, Mo Xiuyao's figure was erratic, and in fact they were shot to kill him indiscriminately. Mo Xiuyao sneered, grabbed a man in black and threw it away, and was shot into a hedgehog. As soon as he turned around, the sword energy of the long sword was swung out, and the feather arrows shot from afar seemed to be blocked by something, and they were shot backwards at the person who had originally shot them.

"Yelu Ye, you are looking for death!" Mo Xiuyao said in a deep voice.

"Protect the Seventh Prince!" Everyone was shocked. Dozens of people rushed to Yelu Ye and blocked Mo Xiuyao's angry sword. The dozens of people blocking the sword were left with only three or four still protecting Yelu Ye. Fortunately, Mo Xiuyao was soon pulled back his attention by the feather arrows attacking from behind, otherwise Yelu Ye would have been really worried. Although he saved his life, Yelu Ye's face turned pale. He looked at Helian Zhen, who had just escaped like him, and couldn't help but smile a little bitterly and dared not issue orders randomly.

"How high is Mo Xiuyao's martial arts...?" Looking at the white-haired man, Yelu Ye couldn't help but murmur in a low voice.

Helian Peng covered his wound and leaned against the door of the big tent. The bleeding wound not only made him pale, but also felt dizzy. "Mo Xiuyao is probably the best in the world now. More than two years ago, he wanted to kill my master and he had to join forces with Lei Zhenting and Ling Tiehan. If it were now... I am afraid that even my master might not be his opponent when he was in full swing." There is a kind of person who is called a genius, which does not seem to require hard practice or tempering. He was born to stand higher than others. Such a genius, even God could not help but be jealous. And Mo Xiuyao is obviously such a person.

Just as the entire Beirong camp was terrified by Mo Xiuyao, there was another noisy sound outside the gate.

I saw two figures of red and white rushing from outside, as if two wild shadows were pounced towards Mo Xiuyao.

"Mo Xiuyao!" Feng Zhiyao's voice was furious. Fortunately, he spoke first. Otherwise, he would have been hit by two swords like those miserable men in Beirong who were ravaged by Mo Xiuyao.

Mo Xiuyao held the sword, glanced at Feng Zhiyao and Han Mingyue who fell in front of him and said, "Who wants you to be troubled?" Han Mingyue smiled but didn't say anything. He just followed Feng Zhiyao to help, and knew that Mo Xiuyao would not accept his feelings, so he simply said nothing.

Feng Zhiyao was so angry that he was almost angry that he grabbed Mo Xiuyao and said, "I'm not leaving yet, I want to die here?" Under normal circumstances, Feng Zhiyao could not catch Mo Xiuyao, but after Mo Xiuyao started killing, the anger and tyranny in his heart disappeared a lot, and he felt a little tired. Even if Mo Xiuyao was the best martial arts master in the world, there were not less than hundreds of Beirong masters who died under his command today, so it was naturally impossible that he would not have consumed at all. He just planned to spread the anger in his heart to the people of Beirong and gave them a warning, but he did not intend to take his life in it. Even if Feng Zhiyao and Han Mingyue didn't come, he would leave in a while.

At this time, Feng Zhiyao pulled him away and stopped. He glanced at Yelu Ye contemptuously and said, "Let's go."

Take the lead in using your light skills and heading out of the gate.

"Mo Xiuyao?!" Yelu Ye was suddenly furious by the contemptuous eyes and roared: "Kill me!"

Han Mingyue, who was at the end, sighed helplessly, swung the arrow shot towards him with a sword, jumped up and flew outward.

Feng Zhiyao dared to enter the Beirong camp with Han Mingyue, so he would naturally not be unprepared. The three of them left the camp and were still chased by the Beirong army behind them. However, less than two or three miles after chasing them, they saw the Heiyun Cavalry of the Mo family army facing each other. Mo Xiuyao and the other two fell into the Mo family army and turned around to look at the confrontation between the Beirong army that was chasing.

"Mo Xiuyao, one day, I will want you to die ugly!" Looking at Mo Xiuyao, who was sitting on the horse's back opposite, wearing white blood stained with blood, Yelu Ye said angrily. Mo Xiuyao snorted and pointed his sword at Yelu Ye sneered: "This is exactly what I want to tell you. I will teach you a lesson today. If there is a next time, I will definitely take your life! Return to the camp!"

Seeing Mo Xiuyao leaving leisurely surrounded by the Mo family army, Yelu Ye's face turned pale, "Go back!"

Yelu Ye and his group returned to the camp. More than 200 ordinary soldiers in the Beirong camp were killed or injured today. The number of Yazi that Helianzhen and Helianpeng specially trained was as high as four or five hundred. The sword was burned and cut iron like mud. Not to mention stabbing the vital points, even if the sword energy hits, it would be seriously injured and half dead. Those injured soldiers were no different from those who died, and they would never be able to go to the battlefield again. This is not the worst thing. After all, compared to the millions of troops, the losses of hundreds of people can be almost negligible. However, the psychological shadow caused by this massacre on the Beirong soldiers is the most serious matter. Ding Wang alone, he was killed in the camp of hundreds of thousands of troops, and he was unstoppable. This made the Beirong soldiers, who were already a little pressure on the reputation of the Mo family army, even more feared the title of Ding Wang.

"Seventh Prince." In the tent, Helian Peng knelt on the ground. He was seriously injured but failed to rest well, which made his tough face look a little more haggard and weak. Yelu Ye stared at him with a cold expression and said, "What do you have to say?" Today's incident was caused by Helian Peng dealing with Ye Li. Originally, Yelu Ye didn't agree with Helian Peng doing this, not that he didn't want to deal with Ye Li, but that Ye Li must have countless experts around him as Princess Ding, and the chance of success was too low. What's more, the fate of the person who once attacked Ye Li was still there.

Sure enough, the failure of Helianpeng's plan attracted such crazy revenge from Mo Xiuyao. This time, they lost not the lives of the hundreds of soldiers, but the morale of the Beirong army. In this situation, I am afraid that there will be no surprises in the face of this situation.
Chapter completed!