Golden Age Legitimate Fei

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapters of the prosperous concubine!Anyone who tries a little bit should know that wars between nations cannot be resolved by the death of one or two leaders.Moreover, how difficult it is to assassinate an army commander.Even if Mo Xiuyao killed him, how could Yeluye dare to guarantee that he could go out alive?

Mo Xiuyao, who was in the midst of the vertical and horizontal killings, also saw Yeluye's trio, smiled coldly, and waved his long sword and quarreled Yeluye over.

Looking at the bloody blue sword, Ye Luye's face changed slightly, "Burning the sword?!"

Helian Zhen's face next to him had long turned dark.Mo Xiuyao single-handedly slammed into Bei Rong camp, and if he let him escape, Bei Rong's company would be lost.With a cold snort, He Lianzhen waved the long knife in his hand and quarreled Mo Xiuyao back.Ye Luye and He Lianzhen had the same idea. Seeing He Lianzhen's hands, he drew his sword and rushed forward without hesitation.Since Mo Xiuyao came by himself, it would be a great thing for Bei Rong if he could be left behind.More importantly, if you can kill Mo Xiuyao... his position in the Royal Court of Beirong can be said to be unbreakable.

"Mo Xiuyao, you are so courageous, you are really defiant!" Ye Luye said coldly.Seeing the two attacking, Mo Xiuyao didn't answer, but just smiled coldly. The long sword in his hand cut through the air like a streamer, bursting with cold sword energy.

He Lianpeng was injured, but at this time he was standing and watching.Seeing Helianzhen, Yeluye and Mo Xiuyao hand in hand, they knew that they had no chance of winning. Mo Xiuyao's skill was too far away from these two.Not to mention that these two people are not even qualified to compare with them.Looking down at the wound on his arm, thinking of the woman in white with a clear face, like a saint in a snow mountain, He Lianpeng's eyes flashed a trace of coldness, and he raised his hand to invite the guards beside him to give a few words in a low voice. sentence.The guard nodded and turned away.

Watching Helianzhen and Yeluye resist bitterly under their swords, Mo Xiuyao showed a mocking smile.He turned his gaze to Helian Zhen and swung a sword without hesitation, but this sword didn't show any mercy.Helian Zhen saw the overwhelming energy and knew that he could not resist it.But Mo Xiuyao gave up Yeluye and only targeted him.He has nowhere to hide.Can only work hard to raise the long knife to block Mo Xiuyao's sword.

With a bang, the long knife made of fine iron weighing hundreds of catties shattered.Mo Xiuyao continued to hack He Lianzhen's forehead without a trace of the Fen Miejian in his hand.Seeing that Helianzhen's generation of Northern Rong masters was placed in Mo Xiuyao's hands eighteen years ago, eighteen years later, he finally regrouped and wanted to succeed, but he was about to become a dead soul under the sword before he saw an inch of effort.Seeing Helian's eyes widened with fear and shock, Mo Xiuyao's eyes flashed a cold bloodthirsty smile.

"Go to hell!"

"bump--"

It seems very slow, but in fact it is just a blink of an eye.Another long sword blocked Mo Xiuyao's thunder sword, and He Lianzhen was also caught aside by Ye Luye next to him.Although he was spared a death, everyone present was in shock.

He Lianpeng was holding a faintly golden knife in his hand.It was just that the knife had been broken in two at this time, but He Lianpeng's hand holding the knife was trembling, and even the wound on the other arm that had been bandaged was cracked again.Obviously just now, he was really struggling to get a block to save Helian, and the internal force running up and down all over his body actually shattered the wound.

Mo Xiuyao lowered his eyes and looked at the Burning Sword in his hand indifferently.It took a while before he looked up at He Lianpeng and said, "Good kung fu, Murong Xiong's apprentice?" If He Lianpeng didn't say anything, Ye Li couldn't see where He Lianpeng came from.But Mo Xiuyao could see clearly his martial arts skills as soon as he fought with He Lianpeng.With a sneer, "It seems that killing Murong Xiong in the first place is not wrong to him."

He Lianpeng was obviously not very interested in the identity of Mo Xiuyao as his master murderer.Shaking the short knife in the handshake, he said solemnly, "It's not as good as King Ding. What does King Ding mean today?"

"What do you mean?" Mo Xiuyao looked at him with a weird smile: "Don't you know what this king means?"

Ye Luye let go of Helianzhen’s hand and stood beside He Lianpeng and said in a deep voice, “Mo Xiuyao, don’t think that your martial arts master is afraid of you. This king doesn’t believe it, you are alone. Can this be the king of the Ten Thousand Army?!"

Mo Xiuyao sneered: "If I don't know this king, I will tell you that if you dare to fight A Li, you will all die!" The burning sword burst into a dangerous brilliance, and Mo Xiuyao waved it casually, not far away. The banner erected in the camp fell to the ground.

The muscles in the corner of He Lianpeng's eyes jumped, and he wiped off the trace of blood spilling from his lips, and sneered: "I want to see how powerful Ding Wang is!" With a wave of his hand, countless people in black have grown up. Every corner of the camp rushed to Mo Xiuyao.These people were trained by Helianpeng himself, and their skills were not too far behind Qilin.Bei Rong's nature is bloodthirsty. At this time, the entire camp was killed by Mo Xiuyao and blood flowed, which aroused the killing and abuse in their chest.One by one, rushing to Mo Xiuyao without hesitation was really brave and fearless.

But when Mo Xiuyao let out a long roar, the white figure turned into a white rainbow and shot at these people, wherever he went, blood was everywhere, with numerous stumps and broken arms.

Although Jai Su trapped Mo Xiuyao temporarily, the faces of Yeluye Helianzhen and others who stood watching the battle were more like yours.Helian Zhen had lost too much blood, and he was shocked internally by Mo Xiuyao, and his face was pale, and his eyes were full of haze.

Although He Lianpeng doesn't cherish these specially trained subordinates like Ye Li, but these people are still different from ordinary soldiers.Even Helianpeng has no more than a thousand people in his hands.Before that, because Ye Li had folded more than a hundred people, somehow he also revealed a trace of Ye Li.But it was just a moment of effort, and there were nearly a hundred people under Mo Xiuyao.How can He Lianpeng's face not be ugly?

Helian really said with a cold face: "You can't let Mo Xiuyao leave here anyway today!"

Mo Xiuyao gave him too much threat.If Mo Xiuyao, who was still a young man 18 years ago, made him feel that his failure was just because he was too careless and unwilling, this meeting today completely overturned He Lianzhen's long-held thinking.The current Mo Xiuyao is definitely not something he can deal with. The feeling of death that was only on the front line just now, he had not felt it even eighteen years ago.Since Mo Xiuyao cannot be defeated, he must be killed by all means!

The Bei Rong soldiers who stood on the sidelines were also terrified by the bloody scene.This scene is actually more impactful than the battlefield. Everyone on the battlefield is desperately desperate. No matter how tragic the surrounding situation is, no one has the time to control it.But at this time, they were watching this one-sided massacre.Those men in black who usually seem to be very powerful in the eyes of ordinary soldiers like them, before the white-haired man is as vulnerable as a wooden dog.The snow and rain all over the sky fell on Mo Xiuyao's snow-like white clothes, adding a bit of killing intent to the cold and bloodthirsty handsome face.It was like a bloody Shura from hell.