Golden Age Legitimate Fei

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapters of the prosperous concubine!The two fought nearly a hundred moves, but no one took advantage.He Lianpeng's eyes sank, and the strong internal force was transported in his palm and slapped Ye Li. Ye Li saw the opportunity faster. A sharp blade was drawn from the sleeve of his left hand and he stabbed He Lianpeng's abdomen without hesitation. Turn sideways to avoid Helianpeng's palm.He Lianpeng wanted to severely injure Ye Li, but he didn't care about the dagger that Ye Li forced over.At the same time as the abdomen hurt, the palm strength also hit Ye Li.Although Ye Li stepped aside, she still suffered a slight internal injury.Turning back and withdrawing the dagger, he quickly backed away.

As soon as Ye Li's dagger was pulled out, He Lianpeng found it to be bad.Ye Li's dagger is a specially made system for sabers. There is a blood tank in the middle. As long as it hits the body, it will bleed. The last time He Lianpeng injured his arm, he sustained a lot of injuries. This time he injured his abdomen. Needless to say.It's just that He Lianpeng knew that it was absolutely unreasonable to fall into Mo Xiuyao's hands this time. As long as Ye Li could be killed or seriously injured, how could he bleed to death?

Ye Li stepped away and stood still, with a trace of red blood flowing out of the corner of her lips.Seeing Helianpeng standing on the spot holding a long knife, the blood rustling in his abdomen, Ye Li wiped the blood on his lips and said lightly: "General Helian, accept."

He Lianpeng sneered, and unexpectedly threw a long knife and rushed towards Ye Li.Ye Li's eyes flashed, and the short blade in his right hand flashed with cold light, like a white rainbow passing by He Lianpeng.The two of them intertwined for a while, and separated again.Ye Li turned around. On the other side, He Lianpeng had fallen silently, but there was a long thin bloodstain on his throat that slowly opened up.

"Peng'er!" He Lianzhen hissed. Although He Lianpeng was only his adopted son, he was also raised up since childhood.Besides, He Lianzhen has no heirs, and He Lianpeng is no different from his biological son.In this world, apart from Yeluye, the person Helianzhen values ​​most is Helianpeng.At this moment, it was natural to see him die in Ye Li's hands.He fell on He Lianpeng and cried bitterly, raised his head and stared at Ye Li fiercely.

Ye Li easily wiped the blood on the dagger and walked back to Mo Xiuyao.When Mo Xiuyao saw that her injury was not serious, he felt relieved.

As soon as they met, the Bei Rong army lost He Lianpeng, the highest martial arts in the army, which made the already low morale of the Bei Rong army even worse.Ye Luye looked at the soldiers around in frustration, and smiled helplessly.At this time, the mist around him had gradually dissipated, and there were black Mohist soldiers in all directions.In such a situation, let alone rushing out, I'm afraid they will not be able to move slightly.

"My king lost, what does King Ding want?" Ye Luye said coldly with his eyes closed.

Mo Xiuyao smiled calmly: "What the king wants, doesn't General Helian know?"

Upon hearing this, He Lianpeng's face changed drastically, "Mo Xiuyao! You..." He Lianpeng couldn't help thinking of the two fires 19 years ago.One was in the Valley of Returning Wind, right here, he watched countless Mohists die tragically in the fire.One was in the Valley of Ghosts, where the Mo Family Army and Bei Rong were both injured. Mo Xiuyao was seriously injured and almost killed. Bei Rong's vitality was severely injured, and he was almost devastated.But now...Mo Xiuyao actually thought...

"Ding Wang, His Royal Highness Seven has already given up!" Helian is so proud that he can't say the word surrender. He can only say that he admits defeat according to Ye Luye's meaning.

"So what?" Mo Xiuyao raised his eyebrows, "The king waited for this day for nineteen years, just to be here in Fenggu... to pay homage to the spirit of the Mo family's army. Therefore... The Beirong people in Da Chu must die!"

During the conversation between the two, how could Ye Luye still 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 more than ten years ago.Ye Luye only felt a pain in his throat, and stepped forward and gritted his teeth and said: "Ding King, this king is defeated, regardless of life or death, this king is at the disposal of Ding King. However, please let Ding King let go of these Northern Rong soldiers. They are all Follow orders."

Behind Mo Xiuyao, Feng Zhiyao sneered: "Prince Yelu means that the people behind you didn't massacre the innocent people of my Central Plains?" Yeluye was speechless, and the blood was flowing in the north of Chu. It is the lives of ordinary people in Da Chu.As a result, there were ten rooms and nine empty spaces in the north. Under such circumstances, Ye Luye couldn't quibble anyway.

Mo Xiuyao smiled coldly, raised his hand and said, "Let go!"

The Mohist army all around neatly set up arrows and bowed, and the arrows rained down for a while.

"Mo Xiuyao, you are deceiving too much!" Helian really roared, "Get out!"

Trapped beasts are still fighting, let alone people.Although these Northern Rong soldiers had long been exhausted, they couldn't help but not fight in the face of life and death.All of them almost blushed, and rushed out toward the north.

Looking at the movements of the Bei Rong army, Mo Xiuyao's lips curled up with a cold smile.With a wave of the small black flag in Feng Zhiyao's hand, the Mo family army generals unceremoniously fought back, but there was still a gap in the northwest direction for the remnants of Beirong to pass through.

Mo Xiuyao and the others did not catch up, but stood there calmly looking at the direction of the remnants of Beirong.

With a loud noise of "Boom!", the northwest direction suddenly burst into red, and almost half of the sky was reflected in a moment.Faintly, countless screams and wailing sounds came from the northwest, almost unbearable to hear.

Ye Li stood silently beside Mo Xiuyao, after all, she closed her eyes a little unbearable, and raised her hand to cover Mo Xiaobao's ears.Mo Xiaobao was reluctant to hold Ye Li's hand peacefully. Although those screams were a little scared in his ears, he knew better that his father was avenging the Mo family army and uncle who had died before.Children are always naive and cruel, with only absolute right and wrong in their eyes.Since it is right, there is no need to be afraid or even pity.

Feng Zhiyao silently watched the red light soaring into the sky, he was also involved in the battle ten years ago.Although he did not catch up with the return to Fenggu, when he and Mo Xiuyao arrived, they still saw the tragedy of the soldiers who died in the Huifeng Valley.No, they can't even be called war dead, they are dead in vain.

Like Mo Xiuyao, Feng Zhiyao has never forgotten for 19 years.Just thinking that these vain Mo family heroes never rested.Until now, the 200,000 army of Beirong has sacrificed the spirit of the Mo family.

May, Xianling, rest in peace!