"Haha, General Helian is only thinking it through now, don't you think it's too late?" In the thick fog, a pleasant and low laughter came from a distance. When the sound just came out, it was obviously still far away, but when the words were about to fall, it seemed to be in front of him. Helianzhen and others followed the sound and saw a figure in white clothes and white hair appeared there abruptly. Through the faint mist, they couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but Helian Peng and Helianzhen clearly felt that he was smiling, and had a very cold smile.

"Mo, Xiu, Yao!" Helian Zhen gritted his teeth.

"It's my king. After nineteen years, it's not easy to invite General Helian back to Fenggu to gather." Mo Xiuyao was dressed in white, and his white hair flew freely in the cold wind. A faint smile appeared on his lips, but the words he said made people feel a chilling murderous aura.

"This is Huifeng Valley?!" Helian Zhen exclaimed in dismay.

Mo Xiuyao smiled and said, "That's not the case. I didn't expect that General Helian had forgotten it in less than twenty years. However... I also think that General Helian of Guichou Valley must be impressed. Unfortunately, this time, he can't entertain General Helian anymore." Huifeng Valley was the burial place designed by the Mo family army by Helianzhen. Even the place where Mo Xiuwen, the predecessor of Ding's Mansion, died was not too far from here. Guichou Valley was less than fifty miles away from Huifeng Valley. It was the place where Mo Xiuyao burned Helianzhen and Mo Xiuyao himself was seriously injured. These two places, no matter who participated in the war, they were unforgettable.

As Mo Xiuyao spoke, countless Mo family troops had already come up from all around. In the fog, they could only see countless black shadows swaying, as if they were cold and ethereal, which scared the soldiers of Beirong who were already tired and hungry below.

Behind Mo Xiuyao, several figures gradually appeared, Ye Li and Yunting in white, the third young master Feng in red, Xu Qingfeng in black, Zhuo Jing in black and Lin Han and others, all stared at the Beirong soldiers below. Only Mo Xiaobao in black clothes was wearing black clothes, although he had not slept all night, he was obviously in good spirits. He opened his round big eyes and looked at the people below curiously. He looked at the people below with serious faces beside him, and curiously pulled the hem of La Feng Zhiyao's clothes.

Feng Zhiyao quietly shook his head towards Mo Xiaobao and winked in the direction of Mo Xiuyao. Mo Xiaobao sagged his mouth and quietly rubbed against Mo Xiuyao, "Father..."

Mo Xiuyao smiled faintly, leaned over and picked up Mo Xiaobao, and said with a smile: "Yuchen, do you know where this is?"

This was the first time Mo Xiuyao called his name so seriously. Mo Xiaobao blinked and said curiously: "Father, what is this place?"

"This...is the burial place for my Mo family martyr and your uncle back then." Mo Xiuyao said in a deep voice.

Mo Xiaobao blinked. Although he was not old, he naturally had someone to teach the history of the Mo family army and the Dingwang Mansion. Naturally, he also knew that he had an uncle who was very respected by his father and was killed by the people of Beirong. Once upon a time, Mo Xiaobao once thought quietly that if his uncle did not die, would he have one more person to help him when his father bullied him?

"Father, do we want to avenge our uncle?" Mo Xiaobao asked with his big eyes open.

"No," Mo Xiuyao said in a deep voice.

Feng Zhiyao and others who followed Mo Xiuyao couldn't help but glance at Ye Li. The young prince was less than eight years old, so it was a bit too perverted to let such a child watch this scene? Ye Li sighed helplessly. Seeing Mo Xiaobao's enthusiastic look, he really didn't look scared. Ye Li was really worried in her heart that her well-behaved son would be taught by Mo Xiuyao. But no matter how close Mo Xiaobao and Ye Li are, the boy naturally obeyed his father's words more. For example, now.

Among the Beirong army, Yelu Ye lined up the crowd and stared at Mo Xiuyao not far away with a blue face and said in a deep voice: "King Ding is good, and he is patient!" At this time, Yelu Ye could not know where he was. Mo Xiuyao was just playing with them these days. His ultimate goal was to force the Beirong army to Huifeng Valley to avenge Mo Xiuwen's plot against him.

Mo Xiuyao nodded with a smile and said, "It's easy to say. Even if the Seventh Prince of Heng and Xu return to Beirong with a group of defeated soldiers, he is definitely not a match for Prince Yelu. It's better to be buried in the Return of Feng Valley. It's also considered that the Seventh Prince's reputation will be fully known for his lifetime. The Seventh Prince should thank me for this."

Yelu Ye's expression was distorted, and even ants were greedy for life, let alone humans. Yelu Ye was not afraid of death, but he was absolutely unwilling to die just like this. But he also understood that their situation was not up to him. Now hundreds of thousands of Mo family troops surrounded him, and his less than 200,000 defeated soldiers and generals could not rush out even if they fought their best. As long as Mo Xiuyao gave the order, thousands of arrows were fired at once, the Beirong army was buried in an instant.

Helianzhen's face was pale and silent. Helianpeng stood beside Yelu Ye, staring at Ye Li beside Mo Xiuyao like an arrow.

"Helianpeng is here, please fight with Princess Ding!" Helianpeng suddenly stepped forward and said in a deep voice.

The generals of the Mo family army swept at Helianpeng in unison, as if they were watching an idiot. In front of King Ding, this guy was indeed crazy.

Sure enough, Mo Xiuyao sneered and said calmly: "General Helian, why don't you challenge me? Do you look down on me?" Helian Peng glanced at Mo Xiuyao, did not answer, but just stared at Ye Li tightly.

Ye Li smiled faintly and stepped forward and said, "Since General Helian is interested in this, I should accompany you. Please." Although Ye Li has no good feelings for Helian Peng, Helian Peng, as a general of a country, naturally knew that challenging a female player in public is not a shameful thing regardless of success or failure. Being able to persist in this way even though he knew that he would die, at least proves that Helian Peng really regarded Ye Li as an opponent.

"A Li." Mo Xiuyao frowned slightly. Ye Li's internal strength was much different from Helianpeng. Although he was confident that he would never have any worries about his life, he could not guarantee that Ye Li would never be injured.

Ye Li shook her head and smiled, "It won't be wrong."

Ye Li took a few steps forward, a silver light flashed in her sleeve, and a short blade shining with cold light appeared in Ye Li's palm. Opposite, Helianpeng's hand was a useful long sword. Just looking at the weapons made people feel that it was extremely difficult for the two to be equal.

Helian Peng was not polite, and thrust the long sword in his hand towards Ye Liping. Ye Li made a slight mistake and let him go sideways. The white voice approached Helian Peng quickly like a flying robe. In the faint mist, everyone saw only two figures, and the sound of weapons fighting each other was endless. Ye Li frowned slightly, and in terms of strength and internal strength, she was definitely not as good as Helian Peng. Just now, the short blade and the long sword were hit several times, and Ye Li

I felt that my right hand was numb. I no longer had a head-on fight with Helianpeng, and quickly approached Helianpeng and met in close proximity. In this way, Helianpeng's long sword lost its place to use. I tried to distance myself from Ye Li several times but ended in failure. In terms of close combat, there were definitely not many people in this world who were Ye Li's opponents. If I didn't use internal strength, even Mo Xiuyao might not be able to gain much advantage. In this way, the two of them were evenly matched for a while.
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