Three world-famous armies—the Shenwu Army, the Flying Wing Army, and the Shadow Army—appeared at the same time.
One is invincible from the front, the other is guerrilla and magical, and the other is mysterious and abnormal.
Mo Shanhuai swept over the leaders one by one.
"Chen Yehua, who is number one in the Ning Kingdom's magic arrows, Chu Qianying, who is the most fierce warrior in the Ning Kingdom, and Rakshasa Ah You..."
"Without exception, these people are the pillars of Ningguo. They openly came to greet Cao Zhuqing. Many things are self-evident."
"Today, I must die, otherwise the Mo family will suffer great losses."
Mo Yingxue pulled Mo Shanhuai, "Uncle Qi, why is this happening?"
Mo Shanhuai shook his head with a wry smile on his face.
"You don't understand, no, actually I don't understand either. Only the old lady's generation truly understands the power of the God of War."
"Once upon a time, I asked your grandfather how Cao Zhuqing, a white man, could be known as the God of War."
"At that time, your grandfather told me word for word. When he spoke, his voice was trembling, as if telling the story of the God of War might violate some taboo. I once thought that he was old and useless... Now, facing the God of War directly Wei, I finally understand."
After a pause, Mo Shanhuai stretched out his hand and rubbed Mo Yingxue's head.
"Uncle Qi, I have no heirs in my life, so I treat you very well and put all my hopes on you. And you have indeed lived up to my expectations. You have never made a mistake in these years. It's just that people are inevitably proud. You are like this. I Likewise, I will bear the blame for this time's mistake, and you must endure it, okay?"
Looking at Mo Shanhuai's red eyes, Mo Yingxue already understood in her heart - this time, it was farewell.
This seventh uncle had been kind to her since she was a child, no better than her own father, and now he was going to die for her mistakes.
Mo Yingxue felt mentally uncomfortable, and all her words could only be turned into one: "Yeah!"
With strong hatred in her eyes, she glanced at Lin Ming.
Mo Shanhuai shook his head slightly, "It's right that you still can't let it go, but it's wrong if you can let it go. In the final analysis, Lin Ming killed Xuanji, so you targeted him, so I had to die."
"Forget it! You can take revenge, but you must remember one thing."
Mo Yingxue nodded, the whites of her eyes were bloodshot, "Seventh Uncle..."
Mo Shanhuai waved his hand, "Needless to say, if you want revenge, don't look for Cao Zhuqing. This will bring our Mo family into a situation that is beyond redemption."
"But the Mo family is here in Tianyuan Prefecture?" Mo Yingxue asked.
Mo Shanhuai sneered, "I can't believe it. They are far away, but the marshal has great prestige in Ningguo... If you want revenge, take it step by step. Kill Lin Ming first, then destroy the Lin family, and plan your plans slowly."
After a pause, Mo Shanhuai continued: "Now that Lin Ming has rescued the old marshal, he is kind to the people of Ning Kingdom and kind to the soldiers, but he has enmity with the major families in Ning Kingdom."
Mo Yingxue nodded, "I understand, no aristocratic family hopes to have such a popular person, not to mention the marshal's prestige is more important than the current head of the country."
"Very good. It seems that you can understand what I want to say. If you want to take revenge later, you can. The best time is during the Xuanwen Five Academy Competition."
Mo Shanhuai turned around and flicked his sleeves.
brush! brush!
Two divine words flashed past, but no one saw them clearly.
Mo Yingxue has been banned.
Mo Shanhuai glanced at everyone in Xuanwen Sword Academy and said, "You will take the eldest lady away later. She must be returned to Xuanwen Sword Academy safely."
Everyone in Xuanwen Sword Academy nodded.
Mo Shanhuai waved his hand, straightened his clothes, and walked out.
Standing still, he raised his hands and his voice was loud and low.
"Today, the marshal returns to the capital. Mo Shanhuai offends him with his recklessness, so he will die to thank him."
After speaking, Mo Shanhuai clenched his back molars and raised his palm to slap himself on the forehead.
call!
The palm wind was so strong that it didn't hold any force at all. As long as it hit him, his brain would explode and he would die on the spot.
At this time, a man wearing a Rakshasa mask on the left half of his face quietly appeared.
He stood less than a foot behind Mo Shanhuai.
Two hands came out with lightning, one hand strangled Mo Shanhuai's throat, and the other hand used skillful force to hit Mo Shanhuai's armpit.
Mo Shanhuai's entire raised arm suddenly went numb and fell limply.
"The marshal didn't allow you to die, why should you die?" The man whose left face was covered with a Rakshasa mask had a cold voice, like a shady agent from the underworld.
"Are you..." Mo Shanhuai asked, his voice just leaving his throat. He glanced at Ah You beside Cao Zhuqing, and a sentence flashed in his mind: "Shadow Rakshasa, Ah You and Zuo."
Ah You is standing over there, why didn't Ah Zuo come?
He turned his head inch by inch, "Rakshasa Zuo."
Ah Zuo didn't answer, but pushed Mo Shanhuai on the back with his palm.
Bang!
Mo Shanhuai staggered two steps but said nothing.
In front of the Shadow Army, cultivation is nothing but a cloud.
The two Rakshasas A Zuo and A You as well as an unknown number of shadow soldiers can kill the half-step saint.
He is only in the late stage of Taoism, so what does it matter?
At this time, Ah Zuo disappeared with a bang and appeared in front of Cao Zhuqing, saluting like Ah You.
There were eight more shadow sergeants beside Mo Shanhuai, standing in eight directions around Mo Shanhuai.
The cultivation level is unknown, but it must not be too high.
But these eight people stood in front of Mo Shanhuai without any fear, their bodies were as motionless as a mountain, and their eyes were as cold as the sky.
Mo Shanhuai whispered to himself: "I only want to die, but you are not allowed to do this?"
At this time, Cao Zhuqing turned around and said, "You want to die because you want something, but what you want is not something I can agree to."
"If the marshal can't, who can?" Veins popped up on Mo Shanhuai's temples.
Cao Zhuqing's monstrous bloody light converged, and after a moment of silence, it turned into a giant palm and struck Mo Shanhuai.
boom!
A big hole was created in the ground, and Mo Shanhuai lay in the middle.
Cao Zhuqing said: "Little friend Lin Ming, you can!"
Hearing these words, Mo Shanhuai suddenly raised his head, his eyes blazing with anger.
There is no shame in dying at the hands of the God of War.
He would never want to die at Lin Ming's hands!
Mo Shanhuai raised his head and said, "I am also a famous person with a surname. Even if you are the God of War, you cannot trample on my dignity like this."
"You, the Mo family, have dignity and personality, but others don't?"
Lin Ming grinned and pointed at Jian Wuxu.
"I don't want your life, I just want justice for Brother Jian."
Mo Shanhuai frowned, "Fair?"
Lin Ming said: "Jian Wuxu should not be blamed for the trip to Black Mountain. At that time, his choice was not wrong. The real culprit was Mo Yingxue."
Mo Shanhuai glared and flicked his sleeves, "No, it's just Jian Wuxu."
Lin Ming shook his head and said with a smile: "I won't ask you Mo Shanhuai, only the person involved."
Raising his finger and pointing at Mo Yingxue, Lin Ming said:
"So many soldiers in the Qingye City Defense Force know the truth, yet you still want to kill your seventh uncle for an incomplete lie."
Mo Yingxue struggled to speak, but Mo Shanhuai's restraint existed.
At this time, Wenren Qianyi raised his hand and pressed it softly.
boom!
After the restriction was lifted, Mo Yingxue opened her mouth and said, "You really don't want to kill Uncle Qi and me?"
"Your lives are nothing compared to Brother Jian's reputation."
Jian Wuxu wanted to speak, but Xiao Hansheng raised his hand to stop him, "At the critical moment, when your friends help you, you should continue. This is a friend."
At this time, Mo Shanhuai shouted: "Don't talk nonsense! Mo Yingxue, the next head of the Mo family, will never give up on his classmates."
Mo Yingxue looked at him in surprise and said through a message: "Uncle Qi, you can live!"
Mo Shanhuai sent a message: "You don't understand. In front of everyone, if you admit this, it will hit my Mo family even harder. The interests of the family come first."
Later, the two of them agreed.
Mo Shanhuai looked like he would die generously for his family, as if he was a hero ready to die.
However, a group of people on the long street rode back.
Lin Jing, who was riding the horse at the front, was holding a cigarette pole and said casually:
"If someone's life can offset the truth, then this world would be too boring."
