The two of them fought for nearly a hundred moves, but no one took advantage. Helianpeng's eyes sank, and his strong internal force was used in his palm and slapped Ye Li. Seeing that the opportunity was faster, a sharp blade was cut out from his left sleeve, and stabbed Helianpeng's abdomen without hesitation. At the same time, he avoided Helianpeng's palm power. Helianpeng wanted to severely damage Ye Li, but he ignored the dagger that Ye Li forced him over. At the same time, his palm power also hit Ye Li. Although Ye Li made way out, he still suffered a trace of internal injuries. He turned around and pulled the dagger back and quickly retreated.

As soon as Ye Li's dagger was pulled out, he found that it was not good. Ye Li's dagger was specially made of a strait knife. There was a blood groove in the middle, and it would bleed continuously as soon as it was stabbed into the body. Last time Helian Peng injured his arm and recovered a lot of injuries, not to mention the abdomen this time. However, Helian Peng knew that it was unlucky to fall into Mo Xiuyao's hands. As long as he could kill or seriously injured Ye Li, how could he care whether he would die of bleeding?

Ye Li stepped back for a while and stood still, a trace of red blood flowed out of the corner of her lips. Looking at Helian Peng standing on the spot with a long knife, the blood in his abdomen flowed, Ye Li wiped the blood on his lips and said lightly: "General Helian, come back."

Helianpeng sneered, and actually threw the long sword at Ye Li and rushed towards Ye Li. Ye Li's eyes flashed, and a cold light flashed with a short blade in his right hand, like a white rainbow passing by Helianpeng. The two of them intersected for a moment and then separated from a distance. Ye Li turned around, and on the other side, Helianpeng had already fallen silently, but a slender blood mark slowly bloomed on his throat.

"Peng'er!" Helianzhen screamed. Although Helian Peng was just his adopted son, he had also been raised since childhood. Moreover, Helianzhen had no descendants, and Helian Peng was no different from his biological son. In this world, except Yelu Ye, Helianzhen valued the most is Helian Peng. Seeing that he was actually dead in Ye Li's hands, he was naturally very sad. He threw himself on Helian Peng and cried bitterly, raised his head and glared at Ye Li.

Ye Li wiped the blood from the dagger and walked back to Mo Xiuyao. Seeing that her injuries were not serious, Mo Xiuyao felt relieved.

As soon as they met, the Beirong army lost Helian Peng, who had the highest martial arts skills in the army, which made the Beirong army, which was already depressed, even worse. Yelu Ye looked at the soldiers around him in frustration and smiled helplessly. At this time, the fog around him had gradually dissipated, and there were black soldiers of the Mo family army from all directions. In this case, let alone rushing out, I am afraid that they would not be able to do anything if they had any rash moves.

"I lost, what do you want to do with King Ding?" Yelu Ye closed his eyes and said coldly.

Mo Xiuyao smiled indifferently and said, "What do I want to do, General Helian doesn't know?"

Hearing this, Helianpeng's face changed drastically, "Mo Xiuyao! You..." Helianpeng couldn't help but think of the two big fires nineteen years ago. One was in Huifeng Valley, where he watched countless Mo family troops die tragically in the fire. The other was in Guichou Valley. The Mo family and Beirong were both injured and almost died. Beirong was seriously injured and was almost in a slump. But now... Mo Xiuyao actually wanted...

"King Ding, the Seventh Prince has admitted defeat!" Helian was really proud and could not say the word surrender. He could only say that he admitted defeat according to Yelu Ye's meaning.

"So what?" Mo Xiuyao raised his eyebrows and said, "I have been waiting for this day for 19 years to pay tribute to the soul of the Mo family army in this Fenggu. Therefore... whether to surrender or not, all the Beirong people who entered the territory of the Great Chu must die!"

After the conversation between the two, how could Yelu Ye not understand what Mo Xiuyao meant? Mo Xiuyao actually wanted to burn all of them to death in Huifeng Valley to avenge the Mo family army who died here for more than ten years ago. Yelu Ye only felt a little painful in his throat, so he stepped forward and gritted his teeth and said, "King Ding, I am defeated, regardless of life or death, I will let King Ding deal with them. However, please let King Ding let these soldiers of the Northern Rong go. They all obey orders."

Behind Mo Xiuyao, Feng Zhiyao sneered: "Prince Yelu means that none of the people behind you slaughter the innocent people of my Central Plains?" Yelu Ye was speechless. The north of Great Chu was blood flowing into a river, and more of them were the lives of ordinary people of Great Chu. As a result, nine out of ten families in the north were empty. In this case, Yelu Ye could not make any judgment.

Mo Xiuyao smiled coldly and raised his hand and said, "Shot the arrow!"

The Mo family troops around them neatly set off arrows, and for a moment, the arrows fell like rain.

"Mo Xiuyao, you're too bullying!" Helian Zhen shouted loudly, "Run out!"

The trapped beasts are still fighting, let alone people. Although these Northern Rong soldiers were exhausted and powerless, they had no choice but to fight in the face of life and death. They almost turned red and rushed out in the direction of the north.

Looking at the movements of the Beirong army, a cold smile appeared on Mo Xiuyao's lips. With the wave of the black flag in Feng Zhiyao's hand, the soldiers of the Mo family fought back without hesitation, but the northwest direction left a gap for the remaining soldiers of the Beirong to pass through.

Mo Xiuyao and others did not chase after him, but stood there with a calm expression, looking at the direction where the remnants of Beirong soldiers were moving away.

With a loud "Boom!", the northwest direction suddenly turned red, and almost half of the sky was reflected red in a moment. A faint sound of countless screams and wailing sounds came from the northwest direction, which was almost unbearable to hear.

Ye Li stood silently beside Mo Xiuyao, and finally closed her eyes with some difficulty, and raised her hand to cover Mo Xiaobao's ears. Mo Xiaobao refused to snatch Ye Li's hand restlessly. Although the screams were a little scared in his ears, he knew even more that his father was avenging his revenge for the dead Mo family army and his uncle. The children were always innocent and cruel, and there was only absolute right and wrong in their eyes. Since it was right, there was no need to be afraid or even pity.

Feng Zhiyao silently looked at the red light in the distance soaring into the sky. He was also involved in the battle more than ten years ago. Although he did not catch up with the Huifeng Valley, when he and Mo Xiuyao arrived, they still saw the tragic situation of the soldiers who died in Huifeng Valley. No, they can't even be called death in battle, they died in vain.

Like Mo Xiuyao, Feng Zhiyao has never forgotten for the past nineteen years. He just thought that these heroes of the Mo family who died in vain have never rested in peace. Until now, the 200,000 troops of Beirong have sacrificed their souls to the Mo family.
Chapter completed!