"My Lord, what should we do?"
Hearing the voice beside him, Mo Yu turned his head and glanced at Goro.
I thought with regret.
What can I do? I have to do it!
"The only chance is to go up."
Goro's eyes narrowed slightly, he gripped the sword tightly in his hand, and stared fiercely at the person opposite him.
Mo Yu's scalp went numb. How could he, with only a dozen of his men, fight against the tens of thousands of people on the opposite side
He looked up to see if the reinforcements had arrived, but there was no one in sight.
There was not even a sound.
"superior!"
At Mo Yu's command, the two sides started fighting again.
The roars and the sounds of swords clashing were harsh and noisy.
After a while, because of the disparity in numbers, one muffled groan after another was heard, followed by the sound of someone falling to the ground with a "thump".
Mo Yu frowned and wanted to save others, but he was powerless.
They fell one by one, until only Mo Yu and Goro were left.
"Haha, Mo Yu, just wait for your death. There are only two of us now. What can you use to fight against my tens of thousands of soldiers?"
Mo Yu took a defensive posture, with his right leg bent and a serious expression.
"Stop talking nonsense. If you want to kill me, just come here. As long as I am alive, you will never hurt the emperor."
Mo Yu still refused to give in and refused to surrender.
But the more he did this, the crazier and more proud Yi Qingyu became.
He laughed playfully toward the sky.
"You are about to die but you are still trying to be brave. I will see how you can laugh later."
Mo Yu was anxious, and stood back to back with Goro, holding a sword stained with blood in his hand.
His hands trembled slightly in the air. Mo Yu tried hard to control his movements so as not to be discovered by Yi Qingyu.
Now the only way is one word.
drag!
"Oh? Really? I want to see what methods the Ninth Prince has."
Yi Qingyu was openly provoked and his face turned ugly. He glanced at the person next to him.
Mo Yu immediately understood that he was going to ask everyone to kill him.
He knew very well that if these people came to kill him, his bare hands would not be able to withstand four punches.
No matter how powerful your martial arts skills are, you probably don't have as many hands as others.
If anyone else were allowed to take action, both he and Goro would surely die.
"Wait."
Mo Yu stretched out his hand to block Yi Qingyu's action.
With his brows furrowed, he blocked the people behind him, wanting to see what other tricks Mo Yu had up his sleeve.
"What? Have you decided to surrender? But I won't let you. It will be useless once the opportunity is lost."
He narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Someone come!"
Mo Yu was quick-witted and determined to stop him.
"Wait, Ninth Prince, you have misunderstood. Since you think I killed your beloved son, then of course you should kill me! This is the only way to relieve the hatred in your heart!"
Yi Qingyu was a little moved when he heard Mo Yu say this.
He really wanted to kill the person he hated, but...
Mo Yu saw the changes on Yi Qingyu's face, his hesitation, and the corners of his mouth rose. His plan was about to succeed.
"Ninth Prince, what are you still thinking about? I am right here. Since I am doomed to die, I will not struggle. Instead of having someone kill me, why not kill me with your own hands?"
Yi Qingyu tightly grasped the sword in his hand, preparing to rush forward, but Mo Yu stared closely at the movements of Yi Qingyu's hands.
If Yi Qingyu rushed over alone, he could delay them for a while with his martial arts skills.
If there are so many people, I am afraid that no matter how powerful I am, I will not be able to handle so many people.
Yi Qingyu looked around, his face full of confusion, as if he would agree immediately.
Seeing that the plan was about to succeed, Mo Yu smiled.
Yi Qingyu smiled unexpectedly.
"Haha, Mo Yu, do you think I'm stupid? I've seen how powerful your martial arts are. Am I so stupid as to ask for trouble?"
Mo Yu didn't expect Yi Qingyu to not fall for it, but there was nothing he could do now.
The last words to hold on to.
"Don't you want to take revenge yourself? Kill me yourself?"
Yi Qingyu is very smart and knows what to do.
"It's the same if my men killed you. I'm avenging my beloved son."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yi Qingyu's expression suddenly changed.
He waved his hand, and dozens of people rushed over from behind, swords in their hands, and rushed towards the two people together.
Dozens of sharp swords rushed towards one place at an extremely fast speed.
Neither Mo Yu nor Ge Luo came to their senses.
The more Yi Qingyu looked at it, the more excited he became, and his eyes turned red.
“Yu’er, Dad has avenged you! Ahahahaha!”
Mo Yu could only watch the sword rushing towards him, getting closer and closer to him.
I watched helplessly as I was about to lose my life.
There was despair and unwillingness in his eyes.
It’s all my fault. I couldn’t hold Yi Qingyu back.
Many images began to emerge in my mind, including a familiar face with a smile.
He seemed to see Yi Jinyi calling his name softly.
"Mo Yu."
Mo Yu's face lit up as he thought that he would die without regrets, since at least he got to see Yi Jinyi before he died.
However, all this was just his own idea.
"My Lord!"
Goro blocked the attack with all his might, using his hind legs to support the ground, and he quickly retreated two steps.
Looking at the dazed Mo Yu, he shouted anxiously.
Mo Yu came back to his senses after being suddenly shouted at.
He took out his sword to block all the swords, and the two men were pressed tightly together, leaning against each other.
Several swords slowly approached him, getting closer and closer to the delicate skin on his neck.
The sharp blade touched the neck, revealing a small amount of blood.
"My Lord, I can't hold on any longer."
Goro said this with difficulty, and so did Mo Yu.
Then just admit defeat!
Mo Yu closed his eyes.
"brush."
Arrows flew over one after another, and everyone in front of Mo Yu fell down.
All the strength in my hands disappeared and I felt much more relaxed.
He let out a deep breath as if he had been reborn.
Yi Qingyu's face suddenly changed when he looked at the arrow flying towards him. He didn't expect that Mo Yu was not dead.
What about these arrows? What happened
He noticed something was wrong and quickly turned his head to look behind him.
A group of people rushed over from behind in neat steps.
"Damn it, I fell into a trap!"
Yi Qingyu suddenly understood that it was a strategy to lure the tiger away from the mountain, then hold him back, and finally destroy him in one fell swoop.
Mo Yu looked over and saw the figure sitting in the carriage, and he knew that it was Yi Jinyi who came to save him.
The two looked at each other, Mo Yu had a smile and relief in his eyes.
Then Yi Jinyi looked at Mo Yu, who was covered in wounds and had blood on his face.
It was the first time he saw Mo Yu in such a miserable state, with tears in his eyes.
Yi Qingyu's face looked grim. He had never expected this result.