"Governor, it's too late, let's go." A rugged officer with a beard shouted hoarsely to Mo Buyu.

Mo Buyu's white clothes were already stained with a lot of stains, and he watched the enemy troops in Nanchu not far away rushing towards the direction of the camp like a tide, without saying a word. But in my heart, I kept repeating a sentence: "Am I really defeated?" ”

The rugged officer saw the stunned Metropolitan Governor and glanced at several of his entourage, and the two sergeants stepped forward quickly, trying to stop Mo Bu and leave.

At this moment, Mo Buyu suddenly waved his hand and said, "Prepare the oil for fire." ”

Everyone in the tent was amazed, and there was a hint of coldness on Mo Bu's angular face.

The sergeants did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly went out to bring a few barrels of fire oil. The rugged officer said with a bitter face: "Mo Dudu, you really want to fight with Nanchu endlessly, I have no complaints, but in this way, the Yiling Pass is broken, the door of Dongyue is wide open, and you die here again, then there is really no one who can stop the Jiuli clan anymore." ”

The corners of Mo Buyu's eyes moved slightly, he looked at Bai Zan, and replied thoughtfully: "You lead everyone to retreat immediately and go to Qinggu to find Sun Lin, he has no way to avoid this battle." ”

Seeing that Bai Zan refused to leave, Mo Buyu spoke up again, and said quite sternly: "Go." ”

Bai Zan looked at the surrounding sergeants and said, "Take care of the Grand Duke." He did not turn his head out of the tent, and turned away.

The sergeants of Nanchu had already rushed to the front of the camp, and a black-clothed masked figure was a ghost, rushing back and forth in the crowd of East Vietnamese sergeants, and in a moment, more than a dozen people had fallen around him. Mo Buyu stood in front of the camp tent with his sword, and the man in black saw the Dongyue lord appear, holding two short knives, and walked towards him quickly. Seeing the person coming, the long sword in Mo Buyu's hand flashed with a light blue light, he snorted, the whole person's strength was dispersed, a layer of sword light appeared around his body, he stepped forward quickly, and every sword was extremely ruthless, the man in black did not expect Mo Buyu to be so violent, and resisted a little embarrassed for a while, and quickly retreated, no longer entangled.

A moment later, the soldiers of Southern Chu surrounded the Dongyue people in layers. Several attendants guarded Mo Bu Si around. And a middle-aged general next to the black-clothed man on the opposite side slowly stepped forward, and said in a somewhat contemptuous tone: "Don't say anything, you are defeated." ”

"Xiong Zhen, you also lost, we didn't win." Mo Buyu's sentence made Xiong Zhen's face a little embarrassed, he understood the meaning of the other party's words, they are not the winners of this war, only the people behind the scenes that caused this war are the ultimate winners, for both countries, this battle is a big injury, the best generals, the most elite army has been consumed very little. Next, they were no longer able to resist the attack of the Jiuli clan.

The man in black wanted to step forward again, but Mo Buyu's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he was stunned, and asked coldly, "Should I call you Mo Liu or Baicheng?" The man in black ripped off his mask, revealing a scarred face, and the sergeants around him were terrified when they saw it, this face was covered with knife wounds, and there were several deep bones, and it was hard to imagine what kind of torture he had suffered before.

"You better call me Baicheng, so that I can forget some things and make me not so uncomfortable." The man in black had a hoarse voice, and it seemed that his throat had been severely wounded.

Mo Buyu wanted to say something, and suddenly layers of black fog spread over the camp tent, accompanied by bursts of thunder and lightning, and for a while, the wind suddenly rose, flying sand and rocks, and the soldiers facing each other in the two countries were blown blind, and some blades and grain and grass around the camp tent were also blown away. Xiong Zhen, Bai Cheng, and Mo Buyu stood firmly in place, staring at each other's every move.

"Is it only the Wind Evil?" Mo Buyu asked Xiong Zhen.

"He's always there." Xiong Zhen didn't want to hide it.

"Good!" Without saying a word, the light blue qi of his whole body gushed out, and the gossip hexagram appeared all over his body, slowly turning, and the long sword in his hand was even worse, he slowly closed his eyes and sensed the surroundings. In less than a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, and the whole person stabbed towards the opposite Southern Chu army like a sword.

Xiong Zhen and Bai Cheng hurriedly urged their strength, and each waved their blades to catch up, but Mo Bu was extremely fast, and he went straight into the rear of the enemy army, and a large number of soldiers around him were knocked to the ground.

I saw that the blue sword light collided with a black mist not long after, and at the moment of the collision, the surrounding layers of air waves exploded, and within a few meters, people turned on their backs, and the black fog above the camp tent dissipated somewhat, but no one knew what was going on.

When everyone came back to their senses and looked at the place where the black mist and the sword collided, they vaguely saw that the two were facing each other a few meters apart. An old man in a green shirt kept coughing, and Mo Buyu left several blood marks on his white clothes.

"I can't imagine that you still have such combat power, it seems that those wastes haven't consumed much of you these days." Wind Evil coughed a few times and gasped.

"It's a pity you're the only one." Mo Buyu's eyes were firm, and he turned his head and shouted in the direction of the tent: "Light the fire." ”

This sound surprised everyone present, but the next scene made everyone in Nanchu fall into a panic,

With a silent word in the camp tent of the Metropolitan Governor of Dongyue, flames suddenly burst out of the sky, and then spread to all sides. Taking advantage of the fact that everyone's attention was attracted by the fire, Mo Buyu quickly retreated, and made a few hexagram seals around him, slapping them on the ground one by one.

Separation hexagram, fire, Xun hexagram, wind, wind to help the fire. With the camp tent of the metropolitan governor as the strange gate to leave the palace, the nine palaces, and the eight gates immediately operated.

For a time, there were many ignitions in the positions of the nine palaces and eight gates around the camp, and the fires continued to gush out, becoming more and more prosperous, and the soldiers of Nanchu panicked for a while, and they all wanted to escape, but the fire spread and staggered, gradually forming a whole circle, and it was extremely difficult for everyone to leave at this moment.

Xiong Zhen, Bai Cheng saw Mo Buyu's means, and knew that this was his last hand to die together, the fire was getting bigger and bigger, devouring many Southern Chu soldiers, and there were constant wails for a while. The two of them faced death, and suddenly felt a little calm, they were too tired, they had gone through all kinds in the past ten years, and in the end there was not much change, maybe this moment of relief could make each other completely let go.

Bai Cheng glanced at Mo Buyu through the firelight, and his hoarse voice sounded again: "Mo Buyu, you still haven't lived up to the dirty clothes Taoist after all." ”

Mo Buyu heard the voice, smiled coldly, and the gossip elephants around him suddenly expanded, and the fire became a little more fierce for a while, attacking in the direction of Baicheng and Xiong Zhen.

Feng Xie was not reconciled, he stretched out his hands, pinched the strange magic seal, the black fog above the camp tent became thick again, he wanted to urge the rain in the black fog to fall, extinguishing this fire, Mo Bu saw how could he let him get his wish, the long sword in his hand slammed towards him. When Feng Xie saw the long sword coming, he hurriedly waved his hand to slap it, but as soon as his palm touched the sword body, a tingling sensation suddenly came from his palm, and he hurriedly withdrew his hand. Mo Buyu seized the momentary opportunity, his hands formed into sword fingers, and he swung several sword rays, stabbing directly into Feng Xie's chest.

The wind evil couldn't dodge, a few sword rays passed through his chest, the whole person took a few steps back in a daze, blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, he barely stood still, and said with considerable difficulty: "Seven Star Sword Mang, the old man underestimated you." Immediately, he forcibly urged the qi in his body, and the whole person's face became hideous, and at the same time, layers of black qi erupted from his body, and the black gas was entrained with electric light, like a black fire, passing through the fire and directly crashing into Mo Buyu.

Mo Bu didn't say a word or retreat, his hands were still in the shape of sword fingers, condensing his strength, and he met the wind evil, the two fought in one place, the gossip hexagram and the black qi continued to hit and exploded, Mo Buyu added a few more blood marks on his chest and arms, and the wind evil green shirt was also pierced by the sword in many places. The two struggled for a moment, slapping each other together as they might, and at the same time took a few steps back. Wind Demon coughed again, only this time coughing up a lot of blood. Mo Buyu barely stood still, his hands kept trembling, and the gossip hexagram around him had broken several places, but his eyes were still very firm.

Baicheng's scarred face was expressionless, he saw Mo Buyu's eyes, quite familiar, pinched the short knife in his hand, and rushed towards Mo Buyu, Mo Buyu's hands were very heavy, he slowly raised it again, wanting to catch Baicheng's knife. Just as he was about to collide, Bai Cheng suddenly held two short knives in his hand and stabbed straight into the chest of Feng Xie. Feng Xie has been seriously injured, thinking that Baicheng is here to help in the battle, a little lax, in the face of sudden changes, he was caught off guard, some stiff hands wanted to stop the short knife, but the knife was fast, stunned and stabbed in the chest, he suddenly felt that the energy in his body was dissipating rapidly, he was very unwilling, tried his best to raise his hand, puffed up the remaining energy, and slapped his palms heavily on Baicheng's temples. Baicheng's whole head was coaxed, and he immediately lost consciousness, and Feng Xie gradually became unconscious, and the two collided together and slowly collapsed to the ground.

Mo Buyu saw the scene in front of him, he was stunned in place, the corners of his eyes were a little moist, he clearly remembered Baicheng's delicate appearance before his disfigurement, and he seemed to be the young boy who collapsed to the ground motionless at the moment.

The fire is getting bigger and bigger, everyone is choked by the black smoke and can't speak, many sergeants are desperate to sit in place, Mo Buyu gathered around a few entourage sergeants, the last most of the people in Dongyue have left with Bai Zan, at this moment several of them followed the Dadu Governor with a mortal heart, in the face of the fire, these people are also extremely free. Mo Buyu looked at a few people, raised his hand very respectfully, and a few people didn't twist too much, and raised their hands to return the salute.

Mo Buyu looked at Xiong Zhen, suddenly remembered something, and asked, "His Royal Highness King Jing, does Nanchu really have a flower?" ”

"The flower blooms once in a hundred years, the petals are divided into three points, and the blessing and misfortune of people are cut off, and a word becomes a prophecy." Xiong Zhen is a son of the royal family of Southern Chu and was named King Jing, at this moment he was a little strange and would ask about the flowers, but he still told the legend of the flowers.

Mo Buyu nodded slightly, and then saw that the fire was about to be swallowed up, this was the Nine Palaces Earth Fire that he touched, once the formation was touched, he couldn't extinguish it, this was the last resort to die with the enemy, knowing that he and everyone were about to be swallowed up by this fire and died, he looked in the direction of Jianye, the capital of Dongyue, in the distance, and recalled the great change in the palace ten years ago, and everyone's fate began to change from that night.