Everyone held their breath. Pu Aman pressed his exposed hands on Shuangyan, letting the sweat seep down his eyelashes and into his eyes, feeling the sour sting. His mind suddenly drifted to the distant desert north, and he remembered his mother's lonely grave, the milky white wildflowers he offered every year, crisscrossing the desert for decades, and he never asked what the names of these wildflowers were. At this moment, he suddenly felt some uncontrollable curiosity.

Tu Jiao closed her eyes quietly, and she seemed to hear Da Long's sad love song in her ears again, and an indescribable warmth rose in her heart. It would be nice if I could meet Da Long down there, and if I could be by his side for a few more days.

Borgu and Zaljah glanced at each other with a wry smile, swords and axes striking each other as a sign of eternity, and their minds invariably remembered the meadows on the banks of the Orguna River and the cloud-like herds of horses galloping through the meadows.

The mountain wind gradually rose, whimpering melodiously, just like the vicissitudes of the Qiang flute, like a lonely shepherd, for the monarchs on the lotus mountain played the last movement in life. Sitting leisurely high in the clouds, the Grim Reaper comfortably carrying his life-snatching scythe on his broad shoulders, seemed to be silently enjoying the happy moment before the sweet feast began.

The mountain wind was blowing more and more violently, and the people who were waiting for death with their eyes closed gradually felt unbearable suffering. They opened their eyes one after another, only to see Peng Wuwang staring at Pu Aman's side and back in amazement, as if staring at a strange and terrifying Flood Monster.

"Ah Jin? Why are you here?" Peng Wuwang asked eagerly with a hoarse voice. His gaze was panicked and helpless, as if sensing something, but he struggled desperately to refuse.

Princess Splendid looked at Peng Wuhope, who was sitting against the wall, in a daze, and she found that his right leg had been completely broken, and his left leg seemed to be seriously injured. Blood flowed from his waist and ribs, and he didn't know how many wounds he had added. The right half of his cheek was high and swollen, purple-blue, and a faint streak of blood stretched from the corner of his mouth to his neck. The clothes on his shoulders were torn to the sides, and in the gaps of the clothes were two cracks in the flesh. In these few hours, how many murderous attacks he endured, how many invincible enemies he killed, and how much fiery blood he shed. Jinxiu felt tears rolling in her eyes, and she suddenly realized with empathy that Peng Wuwang was sad and desperate at the moment, and it was herself at this moment who made this hot-blooded young man who never gave up hope desperate.

Peng Wuwang laboriously swallowed a mouthful of saliva back into his stomach, and he felt a hot sting in his throat: "You were caught by them?" He asked, expectantly. He also knew in his heart that this was his own wishful thinking, but at this moment, what could he do?

"Humph!" Ke Zhan, who was standing behind Princess Splendid Beauty, snorted disdainfully and said sharply, "What a fool. I'll tell you......" He was just about to reveal the noble identity of the splendid princess on the prairie, but he was pulled by the mountains and rivers. He looked at Bashanhe suspiciously, but saw a bitter and helpless look on his companion's face.

Princess Splendid closed her eyes gently, letting the sourness in her eyes settle quietly, she couldn't let these warriors who swore allegiance to her and the prairie see the weak tears in their eyes. After a long time, she slowly opened her eyes and said mechanically in a sour and dry voice: "I, I am **, Pingnan Ya Tent, Princess Jinxiu. In this world, there is no Gongsun Jin of Shenjian Mountain Villa at all."

Peng Wuwang felt the last trace of strength dissipate from his body, and the hand holding the handle of the knife slid down weakly from the smooth grip, his eyes were wide open, but he was dazed and unfocused, as if he was looking into the distance, and as if he was looking at the face of the Splendid Princess in front of him.

"These are conspiracies, Turkic conspiracy, aren't they?" Peng Wuhope's eyes suddenly flashed with uncertain anger. No one answered his words, and everyone silently looked at the speechless Princess Splendid Beauty, hoping that she would give them instructions. However, at this time, the splendid mind seemed to have drifted to a far, far away.

"It was you who scattered the Divine Order to the Central Plains Martial Arts, and it was you who deceived these more than 1,000 martial arts figures to Lotus Mountain, and then set up an ambush to kill them. It's for you Turks to dominate the world, isn't it?" Peng Wuwang said angrily.

Only then did Princess Splendid slowly nod her head and said, "Yes."

"You have been lying to me from beginning to end, the owner of the Divine Sword Villa, the dowry of ten thousand taels of gold, and the leader of the Divine Soldier Alliance, all of them are fake, fake. Ahem." Peng Wuwang's tone became more and more excited, and finally he couldn't help coughing up a few mouthfuls of blood.

Seeing that Princess Splendid still didn't answer, many people began to feel a little inexplicably uneasy. But Zhan still couldn't help whispering: "Princess, why listen to him, I'm ......" Princess Jinxiu came back to her senses, raised her left hand lightly, stopped Ke Zhan from continuing, and said in a cold tone: "It's because you Han people are as stupid as cattle and want to make a name for themselves, that they will end up in such a dismal end."

Peng Wuhope's heart was sad, trembling and taking out a neatly folded silk scarf from his arms, staring at it for a long time, several times wanted to throw it aside, but he couldn't start, tossing and turning for a long time, before finally smiling bitterly and holding it tightly in his hand.

But Zhan saw it in his eyes, and his heart trembled, and he leaned into Princess Jinxiu's ear and said, "Princess, how can your mandarin duck silk scarf be in his hand." Princess Splendid shook her head blankly, not wanting to answer. There was more and more intense colic in her heart, as if it was not a silk scarf tightly held in Peng Wuwang's hand, but her own heart, she knew that she had fallen, her body fell involuntarily, and she could no longer rise.