A look of struggle flashed in Yue Wumu's eyes, and the red tassel gun in his hand suddenly let go and fell to the ground.

"Lord Yue..."

The righteous warriors in the Dali Temple of the Fengbo Pavilion were shocked, and under the restlessness, several people were injured by the Praetorian Guards.

"Boom..."

The Praetorian Guards, who were forced to retreat by Yue Wumu, showed joy on their faces, and handed out Changge in their hands one after another, wanting to kill them.

"Puff puff..."

Mo Lingquan frowned, he didn't expect Yue Wumu to be so stubborn, and at this moment, he was still loyal to the Great Song Gaozong. The left hand volleyed out, and the formless and phaseless innate Gengjin sword qi **** came out. Suddenly, those Praetorian Guards who wanted to kill him and make meritorious contributions while Yue Wumu gave up his blade and tied his hands fell to the ground one after another, and a bloody hole in the center of his eyebrows was full of blood.

They don't understand until they die, how the feats they have received can evolve into a death overture.

"Lord Yue, you don't care about your life and death, but these righteous people are here to save you, you are willing to watch them bleed and sacrifice, you can watch your son, and your subordinates will die with you?"

Mo Lingquan frowned, made a sword with his right hand, and the innate sword qi in his left hand pointed out again and again, and said loudly.

Yue Wumu showed a look of struggle on his face, but Jin Shisan gave up making a move against him and went straight to Mo Lingquan, and the five-ring big knife in his hand slashed towards Mo Lingquan with lightning speed.

The sword burst into the air, the sword intent was monstrous, and the scorching sword gang made the Praetorian Guards between Mo Lingquan and Jin Thirteen vomit blood and retreated, their faces turned pale.

"A sword from the east..."

The silver light in the night sky was dim at this moment, and under the bright moon, Mo Lingquan held a long sword in his hand, and his white clothes fluttered, volleying into the sky.

The sword light in the sky exploded suddenly, and in an instant, it was gorgeous, at this moment, in everyone's eyes, there was no figure of Mo Lingquan, and in the sky, a portal slowly appeared, and the fairy sound was faint.

Through the mist-shrouded portal, you can even see the looming fairy of the door dancing with the fairy sound of the avenue, between gestures, and heaven and earth, an invisible avenue of heaven and earth, permeating it, people can't help but indulge in it, and feel the true meaning of the martial arts.

Being able to sit as the commander of the Great Song Praetorian Guard, Jin Thirteen not only has the full support of the Jin family of the Great Song Dynasty military, but also has reached the Void Realm in his own cultivation.

A hint of alarm suddenly rose in my heart.

Jin Shisan's heart was shocked, and as soon as he bit the tip of his tongue, the vision in front of him disappeared, and the long sword in Mo Lingquan's hand had already arrived in front of him.

"Poof..."

only had time to open his body sideways, and although he dodged the vital point, his left arm was cut off by Mo Lingquan's shoulder.

The sky was covered with blood mist, and one day the arms rose into the air and fell to the ground.

The brief silence of the scene was broken, and the Praetorian Guards who were close to Mo Lingquan and Jin Thirteen were fighting silently. There was still a happy smile on his face.

All of this was born between the sparks of calcium carbide, but it stopped the two sides who were in the middle of the battle.

"Eighteen brothers..."

Everyone finally freed their hands, picked up Mao Eighteen, who fell to the ground, and shouted loudly.

"Yue... Mountain... Eldest brother... While... Back then... I... Timid... You... You go... Army... I... I... Flinch... Finish... Now... Today... I... I... No regrets... You... You..."

Mao Eighteen slowly came to his senses... A blood stain slowly flowed out of the seven orifices, and the intermittent words were not finished... A mouthful of blood spat out, mixed with the flesh foam of the internal organs...

"Eighteen..."

Yue Wumu suddenly turned his head, there were crystal tears in the tiger's eyes, the good brothers of the year had not seen each other for twenty years, it was too chaotic just now, he just felt familiar, but he couldn't recognize it for a while.

"Eighteen... Eighteen... Wake up, it's me... I'm Yue Pengju..."

Yue Wumu grabbed Mao Eighteen's shirt and shouted loudly.

"Lord Yue... In the past, you withdrew from Zhuxian Town, how many helped you recover the rivers and mountains, and the people who attacked the Golden Horde were uprooted from their homeland. Have you ever thought about these? ”

Mo Lingquan sighed, for Mao Eighteen, he had always thought that he was just a hot-blooded reckless man, but from his words before he died, Mo Lingquan felt his bare heart, that love and righteousness were unparalleled.

He suddenly thought of those brothers who were in Yunlan and fought for the persistence in their hearts.

"You haven't thought that you only have the imperial court of the Great Song Dynasty in your eyes, because your status is given by them."

Without waiting for Yue Wumu to answer, Mo Lingquan continued.

"Not to mention how his Zhao family sought to seize this country, let me ask you, if there are no these people, without these chivalrous and courageous people, where would the Great Song Dynasty come from?"

Mo Lingquan stretched out his hand and pointed at Yue Wumu with burning eyes.

"Without all this, he is a big Song Zhao family, but a powerful family of rivers and lakes, let me ask, are you worthy of the four words of loyalty and service to the country on your back?"

It is true that these words were just Mo Lingquan's strong words, but they had a huge impact on Yue Wumu's heart.

"Am I wrong... Am I wrong..."

Yue Wumu's face turned pale and muttered to himself, it turned out that he had never considered the problem from this perspective.

"Right and wrong are at ease in people's hearts, and how can you and I comment. Even if you choose to die generously today, your Yue Wumu's reputation will still be famous through the ages. And what Qin Hui did was spurned by the world after all, and it was stinking for thousands of years. ”

Mo Lingquan sighed in his heart, he knew that what he said today had too much stimulation for Yue Wumu, his tone eased down, and his words were no longer so sharp.

"What I want Yue Wumu is not these false names, but to recover the mountains and rivers."

Yue Wumu looked at Mo Lingquan with red eyes, and said word by word.

"Since the moment you retired from Zhuxian Town, it was destined that your wish would be difficult to come true."

Mo Lingquan shook his head, a look of regret.

"Marshal..."

At this time, another group of people had already rushed over with Yue Yun and Han Shizhong.

"You..."

Yue Wumu's face was cloudy, and the appearance of Yue Yun and Han Shizhong here already explained everything.

"Marshal, stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of running out of firewood. Time will give you back your innocence. ”

Han Shizhong knelt on one knee and looked at Yue Wumu expectantly.

"You... Hey..."

Yue Wumu sighed, looking at the Praetorian Guards, he knew that he had no choice.

"Yue Wumu, don't be caught yet."

Qin Hui's face sank, and a look of resentment flashed in his gaze when he looked at Mo Lingquan.

"I'm sorry, Gonggong Qin, my Yue Wumu still has a wish that has not been fulfilled, so I will forgive my fate."

Yue Wumu raised his head, looked at Qin Hui with a firm gaze, and arched his hand at him, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Well... Good... Good... Okay, you Yue Wumu, this is a big crime of the Nine Clans, you have to think about it. ”

Qin Hui never expected that Yue Wumu, who had always been foolish and loyal, would suddenly make this seemingly rebellious choice, and said with a gloomy threat.

(End of chapter)