The Prodigal Son of Condor Heroes: Li Mochou Wants to Pay for Himself

Ye Fan and Xiao Long Nu watched Yin Kexi and the others flee, but did not chase them. Their eyes were fixed on King Jinlun, knowing that the most important thing at this moment was to get rid of this great enemy first.

King Jinlun is a martial arts master and the Mongolian imperial teacher. If he is not eliminated, there will definitely be more troubles and crises in the future.

This is really hard for Huodu and Dalba!

The two of them were already panicking, and now seeing Yin Kexi and others abandoning them, they became even more panicked.

Just now, the five of them were no match for Ye Fan and Xiaolongnu when they attacked together. Now that Yin Kexi, Xiaoxiangzi and Nimoxing have escaped, how can they, the only two left, resist?

Their faces turned extremely ugly and beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads.

After a short while, the two were stabbed all over by Ye Fan.

Ye Fan's sword moves fiercely, and each sword carries great power and precise angle.

Xiao Longnu cooperated well with the others. Her sword moves were light and agile, making it difficult for Huodu and Dalba to defend themselves.

The two of them were struggling to hold on, but the wounds on their bodies were increasing.

At this moment, Huo Du suddenly leaped away, with panic and cunning in his eyes. He shouted, "Brother, I will go back to Tibet to practice martial arts diligently. In ten years, I will find this kid named Ye and avenge my master and you!"

His voice was sharp and urgent, as if he was looking for an excuse to escape.

As he said this, he turned around and leaped away like a flash of lightning. He was so fast that he was afraid that Ye Fan and Xiao Longnu would catch up with him.

Daerba was bullied by his junior fellow apprentice and was furious. He shouted in anger, "Huodu, you traitor!"

His voice thundered through the air, filled with anger and disappointment.

Dalba has always been loyal and honest, and has great respect for his master and fellow apprentices. But now he has been deceived and abandoned by Huodu, and his heart is filled with pain and anger.

Suddenly, he waved the demon-subduing pestle in his hand, ignoring the long swords stabbed at him by Ye Fan and Xiao Longnu, turned and ran towards the ugly eagle, and shouted to King Jinlun: "Master, I will stop this beast, you hurry up."

Seeing Darba so loyal and brave, King Jinlun was slightly moved, but he also knew that the situation was critical and he could not stay for long. He looked at Ye Fan and Xiaolongnu fiercely, then turned around and wanted to leave.

The ugly eagle was not willing to let King Jinlun go. It spread its wings and swooped down towards him at an extremely fast speed.

Upon seeing this, Dalba hurriedly waved his pestle to resist the attack of the ugly eagle with all his strength.

The demon-subduing pestle collided with the ugly eagle's wings, making a dull sound.

Dalba was shocked by the huge power of the ugly eagle and retreated repeatedly, but he still gritted his teeth and insisted on not letting the ugly eagle get close to King Jinlun.

Seeing Dalba fighting so hard, Ye Fan and Xiao Longnu could not help but admire his loyalty. However, they could not let King Jinlun escape, so they swung their swords at him again.

King Jinlun dodged the attacks of Ye Fan and Xiao Longnu while looking for a chance to escape. He moved like a ghost, trying to get rid of their pursuit. But Ye Fan and Xiao Longnu's swordsmanship was exquisite and they cooperated well, so he could not escape.

At this time, the battle between Yang Guo and Ma Guangzuo was coming to an end.

Yang Guo's body was as fast as lightning, moving freely on the battlefield. The Ziwei soft sword in his hand flashed with purple light, like a nimble poisonous snake, ready to deal a fatal blow to the enemy at any time.

Ma Guangzuo's face was flushed, his eyes were wide open, and he was roaring. Every movement he made was full of power, but seemed a little clumsy.

Yang Guo's martial arts skills were much higher than Ma Guangzuo's. Whether in terms of internal strength or the sophistication of his moves, Yang Guo had a clear advantage.

And Ma Guangzuo had lost his weapon, at this moment he had to rely entirely on his ruthlessness to fight against Yang Guo.

He waved his fists and rushed towards Yang Guo like an angry bull.

But how can a flesh and blood body withstand a sharp weapon, not to mention that the Ziwei soft sword in Yang Guo's hand is a rare sword in the world!

The soft sword looks soft, but it is actually extremely sharp and can easily cut through steel.

Soon, Ma Guangzuo was stabbed with wounds all over. If Yang Guo had not shown mercy, he would have been killed.

At this time, his body was covered with wounds, blood was constantly pouring out, staining his clothes red. But he still did not retreat, still standing there tenaciously, his eyes full of unyielding.

Seeing him covered in blood but still insisting on fighting, Yang Guo couldn't help but admire him. He knew that although Ma Guangzuo was a subordinate of the Mongols, he was a true warrior with firm beliefs and an indomitable spirit.

At that moment, Yang Guo jumped away and jumped out of the battle. He looked at Ma Guangzuo with a hint of respect in his eyes and said to him, "Big fool, even if we are tied today, go back and find a suitable weapon, and we will fight again."

Ma Guangzuo also knew that if he continued to fight, he might bleed to death. He panted and looked at Yang Guo with a hint of gratitude in his eyes.

Then, he said in a muffled voice: "Okay! But I have to wait for the King of France to leave together. I, Ma Guangzuo, have no reason to abandon my companions and leave first."

Although Ma Guangzuo's voice was rough, it was full of loyalty and righteousness.

The situation on the battlefield became increasingly tense. King Jinlun was still trying his best to avoid the attacks of Ye Fan and Xiaolongnu, while Dalba was resisting the ugly eagle and not letting it get close to King Jinlun.

Ye Fan and Xiao Longnu looked at each other, and in sync they quickened the pace of their attacks.

Their sword moves attacked King Jinlun like a violent storm, and the flashing sword shadows were filled with fierce murderous intent.

Xiaolongnu's figure is as light as a swallow, and the dance of the sword in her hand is as beautiful as a dream, but it also hides deadly danger.

Ye Fan's eyes were determined, and each of his swords carried great power, as if it could shatter all obstacles.

King Jinlun secretly groaned in his heart, knowing that he might not be able to escape today. But as a Mongolian national teacher, he had his own pride and dignity, and would never give up easily.

He dodged the attacks while looking for opportunities to counterattack.

However, Ye Fan and Xiao Longnu's cooperation was so seamless that he had no idea where to start.

At this time, the ugly eagle launched another fierce attack on Darba. Its wings flapped, bringing up gusts of wind, and its sharp beak pecked at Darba like a sword.

Although Darba was brave, he was gradually unable to hold on under the continuous attacks of the ugly eagle. His body was shaken by the power of the ugly eagle, and the demon-subduing pestle in his hand became heavier and heavier.

King Jinlun felt a little bit sorry when he saw Darba fighting so hard.

He knew that he could no longer let Dalba take risks for him, so he shouted loudly and swung the gold and silver wheels in his hands even more violently.

However, the attacks of Ye Fan, Xiaolongnu and Yang Guo became more and more fierce, making it difficult for King Jinlun and Dalba to resist.

Finally, King Jinlun had to make a difficult decision. He shouted to Darba: "Darba, go away! Don't worry about me!"

When Daerba heard what his master said, he was shocked. He knew that his master was doing this for his own good, but how could he leave his master and escape alone? He said firmly: "Master, I will not leave! I will fight with you to the end!"