The heroes of the Shenbing Alliance fled to the banks of the Weishui River, and were very lucky to escape the large-scale encirclement and suppression of the Turkic patrol cavalry in a foggy early morning. Three days later, he managed to escape with his life.

In the Divine Soldier Alliance, the disciples of Bashan Shudi, the disciples of the seven great families of the Central Plains, and the gangs of each faction counted the number of people, and found that only two or three of the ten pavilions that could be born away from Lotus Mountain, and the losses of each sect and faction were heavy, even in the era when the blood demon Hu Litai covered the sky with one hand, it was difficult to compare. Several sects from the head of the sect down, along with the elders of the senior generations, all died and almost disappeared. The people of all factions looked at each other a few times with blue faces and yellow lips, shook their heads listlessly and sighed bitterly, deeply regretting that they lost their troops in Lotus Mountain for the sake of a momentary desire for profit. Everyone has spent several lives and deaths together, and they have formed a friendship with each other, and now the big event is over, and they cherish each other and say goodbye. Only Li Yu sat stubbornly on the ground, refusing to return to the Central Plains with the heroes.

"Mr. Li, why don't you leave?" Mei Zizi came to him and asked in harmony.

"Peng Wuwang, this kid hasn't come back yet, how can he go?" Li Yu said with a hesitant face.

"Mr. Li," Meng Hanshu said with a heavy face, "When I broke through, I saw that he was surrounded by people in order to cover us, I am afraid that there will be more than one luck, and you don't have to wait."

"You really have the face to say," Li Yu stood up suddenly, "Brother Peng has been born and died for us, and you are good, as soon as you break out of the encirclement, you will immediately scatter, and you don't care about him at all."

"We also have to cover the escape of the Divine Soldier Alliance," Mei Zizi was annoyed, "Otherwise, Brother Peng's actions would not have been in vain."

"Now, are you going to go?" Li read his head and shook his head, "What is this not an abandonment of friends?"

Mei Zizai's face was embarrassed, and he said, "Who said that we were leaving, it was they who were leaving, and I was planning to stay, preparing to wait for Brother Peng to come back."

Meng Hanshu said categorically, "If you want to wait for me, I won't leave." Just now we fled so fast that we didn't care about Brother Peng, it was too unrighteous, so I stayed."

Li Yu's face softened at this time, and said, "Brother Meng is still a friend enough, as for Brother Mei, hum!"

Mei Zizi looked unhappy and said, "Don't keep talking about me, didn't I stay? When I broke through just now, that guy ran faster than me, although he didn't know how to do light work?"

Li Yuqing's cheeks immediately flushed, and he turned his head to ignore Mei Zizi.

Although Meng Hanshu was depressed, he almost laughed, and hurriedly persuaded him: "Forget it, two, before the secret cave of Lotus Mountain, we lived and died together several times, and we were already like brothers, so why quarrel over this little thing."

Hearing him say this, Mei Li and the others were relieved, and the three of them sat on the big stone on the side of the road and waited, hoping that after Peng Wuxin escaped from the robbery, he could come here to meet them.

In the early morning of the next day, there was still no hopeless figure of Peng, Li Yu stood up and said, "So far, the only way to find it is to go back and find it, and it is good to find the body of Brother Peng." Speaking of this, he couldn't help but feel sad in his heart.

Mei Zizai and Meng Hanshu also felt sad when they thought that they would never see this generous and righteous young man from now on. Mei Zizi sighed and said, "After Brother Peng sacrificed his life in the hall three times and twice, we escaped from the Ascension to Heaven. Now that I think about it, I'm ashamed. We are all old and immortal, and even if we return to the Central Plains alive, we can survive for a few days. A young man with a great future like him is the hope of the Central Plains martial arts in the future."

Meng Hanshu patted the big stone beside him and said, "Lao Mei is right, we are all people who are about to enter the ground, and life is also a chaotic time, so it is better to go out and go to find Brother Peng together." To live to see men, and to die to see corpses."

Li Yu was overjoyed and said, "Okay, since everyone thinks the same, then what are you waiting for?"

The three of them immediately got up from the ground at the same time and walked side by side in the direction they had come.

The Turkic army by the Weishui River had dispersed, and the fog that once permeated the riverbank had also dissipated due to the strong winds of several days, and the three of them returned here on foot, eight days after the Battle of Lotus Mountain. Weishui, which had dispersed the mist, was still filled with a trace of bleak blood. And the soil on the bank of the river is also covered with dark brown mottled blood. At that time, I accompanied the Divine Soldier Alliance to see the blood of a large number of Central Plains martial arts people on the banks of the Weishui River. The Turkic army went on a killing spree here, and these unsuspecting martial artists were driven to the Weishui River in large numbers, where they were either cut down or swept away by the river. Coupled with the Central Plains masters who died on Lotus Mountain, a thousand people were killed in this battle.

Thinking of the tragedy of the battle in Lotus Mountain, Li Yu and Mei Meng both felt palpitations, and their faces were pale. There are only two plum blossom darts left in Mei Zizai's bag, Meng Hanshu's big knife has also turned into an iron bar with a curling blade, and Li Yu's flame bomb has been used up earlier.

Mei Zizi took the trouble to climb to the high ground and looked, and saw that there were no Turkic patrols before letting the three of them move forward. Meng Hanshu also kept looking behind him, silently remembering the route of retreat. Li Yu was full of impatience and kept urging the two to speed up. Just like that, I stopped and stopped, and at noon, I finally came to the Lotus Pass. The courage that the three of them had finally mustered up was completely exhausted here.

Thinking of the hardships and thrills of escaping, and wanting to go in again, even Li Yu, who was most worried about Peng's hopeless safety, felt that his legs and stomach were weak.

"Why don't we spend the night in the mountain pass, recuperate and go up the mountain tomorrow?" Mei Zizi asked.

"Okay," Meng Hanshu said with a little blush, "After walking for so long, people are sleepy and tired, and if they meet an enemy, they are not opponents."

"I really don't know what you guys think," Li Yu muttered, "There should be no ambush soldiers on Lotus Mountain, there is an empty mountain, what are you afraid of." But let's eat first."

The three of them gathered at the stone mill next to the mountain pass and sat down, opened their bags, and took out dry food to feed their stomachs.

At this moment, the shrill sound of horses' hooves rang out, and more than thirty horses surrounded the three men from all directions. The person at the head was none other than Man Lan, the only remaining deputy commander of the Shengong Battalion of the Tu Nan team. He sneered and said loudly, "I thought that the Divine Soldier Alliance had already escaped from the ugly group, but I didn't expect that there were three big people here. I've done a great job this time!" He turned to the thirty or so cavalrymen under him and said, "Brothers, killing them is a great achievement." These Turks were overjoyed, shouting and waving long knives, and forming a circle around the three of them, and the sword light was shining, and they were about to trample these only remaining elders of the Divine Soldier Alliance into meat sauce.

"Don't move anyone!" There was an earth-shattering roar from the Lotus Mountain, and a thin figure walked slowly from the mountain road.

Man Lan was furious and turned her head to see that Peng Wuwang's bronzed cheeks were like a devil who had broken free from hell, and the terrifying memories that could not be erased in Man Lan's mind for a lifetime were imprinted. The bloody battle on Lotus Mountain, which changed the color of heaven and earth, still haunts him every night. Kandare's left hand, the bow he admired the most, was severed by a sword light that could not be seen clearly, and the steppe marksmen who had been shooting in the jungle and killing people fell one by one under the flying knives that came and went without a trace. Then, this ordinary-looking but malevolent young man crashed alone into the dense forest where the Shengong Camp was hiding, and Kandare's head flew down his neck like a ripe mountain fruit, blood splattered all over Manlan's cheeks. He would never dare to admit that he had been in a hundred battles and was frightened out by Peng Wuwang's sword technique. When he awoke, the jungle was littered with the mutilated corpses of the Turkic marksman. With just one person, the Shengong Battalion, which had sniped countless masters and had many achievements, was slaughtered. That's not a person at all, that's the devil in hell, the embodiment of death.

Mansu shuddered and held the knife across his chest, too nervous to speak.

"I don't want to kill people today, you guys give me as far as I can." Peng Wuwang's face was solemn and sad, and he didn't pay attention to these thirty or so Turkic cavalry with strong armor and sharp swords at all.

"Peng Wuhope, are you still alive?" Mansu couldn't help but tremble and reluctantly said.

"Humph!" Peng Wuwang looked up at the sky and ignored him.

"Peng is hopeless!" The cavalry behind Mansu panicked, "That's the warrior who killed Ji Chan, Yelu Tiandu." "Even Pua Man can't stop him." "Bohazi was also killed by him, and Kandaray also died at his hands."

Mansu raised his knife and shouted, "Let's—go!" As if hearing the emperor's amnesty, more than 30 Turkic knights turned their horses' heads and fled in embarrassment like lost dogs, not even daring to look back and do so.

Mei Zizi, who escaped death, Li Yu and Meng Hanshu were overjoyed, and hurriedly gathered around Peng Wuhope's side. Meng Hanshu patted Peng Wuhope's shoulder, speechless with joy. Mei Zizai gave a high thumbs up and said, "Brother Peng, with you, you scared away more than thirty Turkic cavalry as soon as you showed up, and no one believed this even if you said it." Li Yu held Peng Wuhope's hand and said happily, "It's okay now, Brother Peng, I didn't expect you to come back alive."

Peng Wuwang looked at Li Yu, his heart was sour, and he said lightly, "Mr. Li, although I am still alive, I am no different from death." After saying that, he separated everyone in a trance and walked forward.

Li Reading, Mei Zizai and Meng Hanshu glanced at each other, and they all felt inexplicable.