The corpse of the eldest brother on his shoulder gradually became stiff and heavy, and Peng Wuwang only felt the Venus in front of him surging and his whole body aching. But he still gritted his teeth and insisted on running desperately through the dense jungle. Behind him, hundreds of masters of various tribes drove their horses closer and closer through the branchy jungle. If it weren't for the dense branches and leaves stretching out of the forest that blocked their way from time to time, at this moment, Peng Wuwang would have fallen into their hands for a long time.

Peng Wuwang turned his head to take a look, but found that Pu Aman had already arrived at the land behind him. Taken aback, he turned his head, but he didn't see an old tree root sticking out of the earth to block the way, and one fell to the ground. The body of the eldest brother on his shoulder fell to the ground, rolled on the ground a few times, and disappeared out of thin air. "Big brother!" Peng screamed hopelessly, sprang up from the ground, and galloped a few steps, only to find himself in front of a mountain slope. The slope is covered with green grass, and after being watered by heavy rain, it looks particularly green and smooth. Jiang Wang's corpse was rolling down the grassy slope, and at the end of the grassy slope was a simple wooden house, which was supposed to be the hunting house where some hunter lived temporarily when he was hunting in the jungle.

"Big brother!" Peng Wuwang screamed in surprise, and without thinking about it, he threw himself towards the corpse of his eldest brother, took it in his arms, and rolled down the slope along the smooth grass.

After a dozen breaths, Peng Wuwang had already rolled along the slope to the door of the wooden house, and as soon as he held the body of his eldest brother, his body jumped from the ground and rushed into the room like lightning, and more than a dozen iron arrows followed, slamming into the grass behind him.

At the top of the slope, the Arrows slowly withdrew their bows and arrows, shaking their heads regretfully. The bows and arrows they used at the moment were not as good as the ones they usually used, and the range was much inferior, although the arrows they shot were still twice as far as those of everyone present, but it was already difficult to hurt Peng Wuwang, who was agile from a hundred feet away.

Pu Aman glanced at them, respectfully touched his chest with his hand, and said sincerely: "Brother Arrow God really lives up to his name, the hand just now is like a lightning bolt, which is dizzying, and Aman admires it very much."

Iron sickle, Tie Lan lowered his head in shame, and said at the same time: "An arrow can't work, and it is in vain to bear the name of the divine arrow."

Mantuo, who came from behind, said in a deep voice, "You are all the best heroes in the desert, needless to say. Now the top priority is to hunt down Peng Wuhope. Let's go down."

"Wait, Your Royal Highness the Third Prince, the slope here is steep and slippery, and it is very dangerous to go down the horse. I suggest that His Royal Highness lead the Flame Elite along the mountain road to the east to the north of the hut to intercept him and prevent him from escaping northward, while our team of Tu Nan abandon their horses and jump off and wait south of the hut to prevent him from turning around and running back into the jungle." Pua Man said in a deep voice.

Mantuo glanced at the steep grassy slope, pursed his lips, and nodded, "Reasonable." He turned his head to face the black-clothed Flame Sect members, waved his hand, and said, "You come with me." Hundreds of black-clothed warriors immediately guarded behind him, rushing towards the east.

Pu Aman watched Mantuo walk away, raised his eyebrows slightly, and shouted loudly: "All abandon the horse, follow me." So saying, the first jumped off the horse and slid down the slope as fast as he could.

Inside the wooden house, there is a pile of broken firewood and grass, there is a simple pot stove in the corner of the house, and a bamboo chair is placed facing east, and behind the bamboo chair is an earthen kang. Peng Wuwang placed his eldest brother's body on top of the earthen kang neatly, and then slowly took a few steps back and stood guard at the door of the wooden house.

The scenery outside the house gradually became visible, the dark clouds in the sky began to slowly recede, the pouring rain began to slowly stop, and a few faint rays of dawn shone on the woodland through the loose and changing black clouds. Peng Wuwang realized that before he knew it, he had been running around for a day and a night, and now it was the dawn of the second day.

Outside the door, the chirping of war horses was heard, and the sound of dense footsteps rang out one after another around the wooden house. Peng Wuwang subconsciously groped into his arms, and found that there were no blades on his body except for a pair of fists. He smiled bitterly and slowly sat down on the floor along the door. At this moment, he only hoped that the first one to rush into the door was not Puaman, or Ke Zhan, Bashan River. Because he clearly knows that with his own kung fu and bare hands, he will never be able to take the blades of these peerless masters.

At the same time, hundreds of plugging masters have besieged the three floors inside and outside the wooden house. Hundreds of crossbowmen tightened their bowstrings, pointing hundreds of blue arrows firmly at every corner of the cabin. Each pair of hands holding the bow was as steady as a rock, without the slightest trembling, showing that these selected bow wielders were all experts in the arrow. Everyone looked at Puaman, waiting for his order. Who knew that Pua Man's eyes were lowered, and he stopped speaking as if he was in a fixed state.

At this time, Mantuo took a step forward and came to Puaman, and said, "Aman, why don't you let your brothers attack?"

Pua Man bowed his head and said, "Tell Prince Mantuo that Peng Wuwang is a rare warrior in the world. The more he was trapped in the Jedi and exhausted, the more destructive he could erupt. At this moment, he is trapped in the wooden house, there is no way to go to the sky, there is no door to enter the ground, and he will inevitably be trapped and stubbornly resisting. Whoever is sent to fight will only increase the casualties."

Mantuo looked up to the sky and smiled, and said, "What's so difficult about this, if it's sunny today, we only need to light a fire, and we can easily blast him out, plus a flurry of arrows, see where he is fleeing?"

A subtle smile appeared on the corner of Pu Aman's mouth, and he said in a deep voice, "This...... Isn't His Royal Highness the Third Prince going to capture Peng alive?"

At this time, Mantuo was secretly proud that he could come up with such an ingenious plan before Pu Aman, and when he heard this, he only felt a pang of irritability, and said categorically: "There is no need to be so troublesome, kill him, and then chop him up and feed him to the dogs, it is the same."

"Obey the orders of the third prince." Pua Man said in a loud voice.

Peng Wuwang watched at the door for a long time, and found that the Hu warriors besieged outside the house not only did not rush to launch an offensive, but began to withdraw in batches, leaving only hundreds of black-clothed warriors armed with strong bows and crossbows, waiting for the battle. He couldn't think of what they wanted to do, so he ignored it, walked back to the side of the kang and knelt in front of the eldest brother's corpse, and whispered, "Eldest brother, third brother, I have reached this step in the field, and I can no longer continue to protect your body. I'll dig three feet into the ground in this hut and bury you here. If God is merciful, and I can survive in Hengzhou, he will return to this place one day and bury you in the feng shui crypt of my Pengmen, so that you can enjoy eternal peace."

With that, he knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times to the earthen kang, and then bent his fingers and dug towards the ground. The ground in the wooden house was soaked in rain and was very soft, and Peng Wuwang's hands were strong and strong, and it only took a moment to dig a large soil pit. He came to the body of his eldest brother, knelt down, picked him up horizontally, slowly lowered it into the newly dug pit, reached out and gently picked up the dirt next to the pit, ready to cover him.

At this moment, a commotion sounded from outside the house, and countless footsteps quickly approached the wooden house. Peng Wuwang was shocked, and hurriedly rushed to the door of the house, looking out through the gap in the wood, only to find that countless Turkic masters carrying firewood and grass on their shoulders rushed from all directions, came to the place in front of the wooden house, shook his hand, threw the large bundles around the wooden house, and then carefully covered each other and retreated alternately. Seeing their cautious appearance, the corners of Peng Wuhope's mouth showed a helpless smile slightly, in addition to earning him some fame over the years, he also turned into a fierce god that everyone feared in the eyes of his opponents.

"Ho!" A ferocious roar from Pua Man woke him from his contemplation, and he looked up to see that all the crossbowmen outside the room had at the same time changed into oilcloth-wrapped rockets, and the sparkling light of the fire was especially startling in the faint morning light.

"They're going to burn me out of the house!" Peng Wuwang's brain flashed, and he hurriedly retreated to the side of the earthen pit, hurriedly picked up a large handful of dirt, and covered it with his eldest brother's body, wanting to bury the eldest brother before the fire started. At this moment, the thunderous bowstrings rang out in unison, and hundreds of rockets shot into the walls of the wooden house in all directions, dozens of of which pierced through the walls and shot towards Peng Wuwang. The raging flames surrounded the wooden house under the point of the rocket, and the fierce flames licked the surrounding wooden walls and burned into the house, and the choking smoke filled the air.

Peng Wuwang violently waved the bamboo chair that he had picked up casually, blocking the dozens of arrows that were shooting at him one by one, but there were still a few iron arrows that came too fast to dodge, and hit his shoulders, elbows, hips, and arms and other fleshy places. Fortunately, these arrows were blocked by the wooden wall, and their speed momentum was weakened, otherwise they would have passed through the body and caused more serious damage.

Peng Wuwang gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, and looked out of the house, and found that Pu Aman commanded a group of archers to designate the arrows to the roof of the wooden house, and another group of archers changed their rockets again, ready to continue shooting towards the wooden house.

Peng Wuwang made a quick decision, jumped into the pit he had just dug, and lay on the side of his eldest brother's corpse. As soon as he lay down, the sound of snatching from the iron arrows entering the wood rang out like a bean, and it was conceivable that at this moment, nearly a hundred sharp arrows hit the bamboo chair he used to block the rain of arrows just now. I only heard the crisp sound of bamboo and wood cracking, and the fragmented bamboo chair debris splashed in all directions, leaving Peng Wuwang on his face.

He muttered, wiped the bamboo shavings from his face with his hands, looked up, and saw that the flames around him had reached the roof of the wooden house, and in a few moments, the whole wooden house would collapse. The Saiwai warriors outside the hut shouted feverishly and laughed, as if they were laughing at themselves who were trapped in the dead room.

The smoke was so thick that he wept and coughed, his hair curled and twisted from the heat of the flames around him. He gritted his teeth and looked at the roof surrounded by flames, suddenly sneered, picked up the body of the eldest brother, and said in a deep voice, "Big brother, those Hu people think that they can trap our brother with just one wooden house. Then let them see how much skill my Central Plains heroes have."

The seventh canopy rocket made a graceful flat arc and shot at the wooden house, which had already been sunk in the monstrous flames. The east wall of the wooden house could not withstand the scorching flames at first, and let out a rumbling roar, and fell down. The north wall, which was immediately connected to the east wall, could not support it, and slowly fell in the flames, and the roof that had been burned through by the fire exploded with a loud bang, and fell to the ground with a large ball of flames. The entire wooden house was completely overwhelmed by the monstrous flames at the moment.

Mantuo, Puaman, Brother of the Arrow God, can fight, Bashanhe watched with a solemn face as the wooden house gradually turned to ashes in the flames, and no one said a word.

After a long time, Mandala coughed and said, "So, just burned him to death?"

Luo Puhan, who was beside him, said in a deep voice, "Such a fire is covered with iron, and it will be burned. That Peng Wuwang is going to die this time."

Mantuo's face showed a hint of hesitation: "Hmph, I didn't expect him to be a bastard, and he didn't dare to run out of the house. Just being burned to death like this is really cheap for him."

Dahu whispered, "Maybe he thinks that even if he escapes, he will not escape death, so he refuses to come out."

Pu Aman shook his head lightly and said in a deep voice, "Hmph, Peng Wuwang will never close his eyes and wait for death, he is the kind of beast that still wants to bite people before he dies. He must have found a way to escape, isn't it ......" A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he shouted categorically: "Everyone searches for a place within a hundred feet, and there must be a secret way to escape in the wooden house."

As soon as his words fell, a clear roar suddenly sounded in the wilderness in the distance that everyone was familiar with, and the golden god horse, who had just escaped from the rain of arrows from the Flame Sect members, suddenly appeared on the steep and smooth grassy slope on the south side of the wooden house. I saw it snort slightly, and easily leaped, as if a golden dragon flew down from the slope dozens of zhang high, walking more than 20 zhang, and its legs slowly fell on the grassy slope. The grassy slope was extremely slippery, and as soon as the four legs of the golden horse touched the ground, it slid out eight or nine feet, and then it jumped again calmly, like a cloud dragon with probing claws, and flew high from the halfway slope, and pounced on Puaman. Its posture is brave and beautiful, and it naturally exudes a noble and elegant calm attitude, which is dazzling to watch. Every Saiwai warrior present was stunned at this divine horse, and even the cold and deep Pua Man lost his mind for a moment.

At this moment, the land more than ten zhang away beside Pu Aman's body suddenly made a "wave" sound, and a blood-drenched palm suddenly stretched out of the ground like a ghost claw poking out of hell. The skin of this palm is tattered, the scar is the deepest, and the finger bones of the white flowers can be faintly seen, and anyone who sees it at first glance has a sense of seeing a ghost. Pu Aman gasped, and the muscles in his body collapsed in an instant, because he found that the mount of the third prince Mantuo was less than ten zhang away from this palm.

The golden horse blew the wind and rushed in front of him, raising its front hooves and kicking him in the chest.

The ghostly claw-like palm more than a dozen zhang away slammed on the ground, and a fluffy and soft soil rose up like a spring wave, Peng Wuwang carried Jiang Wang's corpse on his shoulders and rushed out of the ground with the ground in his body, his blood-red eyes like ghosts, already staring at Mantuo ten zhang away. It turned out that this stubborn Qingzhou boy actually used his left hand to dig a tunnel more than ten zhang long and get out of the wooden house.

Pua Man's swift sideways spun around and brushed against the thunderous golden horse, the front hooves brushing against his chest, causing him a faint ache. But at this time, he had no time to care, because he saw that Peng Wuwang had already pounced towards Mantuo.

"Protect the Three Princes!" Pu Aman shouted categorically, and the black double swallow came out of his hand like lightning, and instead of attacking Peng Wuhope, he slashed at the frightened mount under the mandal crotch and was spinning in place. The pair of swallows drew a graceful curve in the air, gently and skillfully cutting two scars on the buttocks of the mandola. Mantuo's war horse is also a first-class horse, injured at this time, immediately thought that it was Peng Wuwang who rushed towards it, sparsely screamed, four hooves supported the ground, swept out eight zhang away in an instant, and then jumped, the body was already twenty zhang away. In this way, Dahu, Luo Puhan, Tie Sickle, Tie Lan, Ke Zhan, Bashanhe and all the elites of the Tu Nan team rushed to block Peng Wuhope.

Arrays of flame elite arrows surrounded him, countless sharp arrows aimed at the vital points of his body. Peng Wuwang's eyes were like fire, and he shouted eagerly, like thunder, leaned forward, and leaped forward like a flying tiger, carrying Jiang Wang's corpse on his shoulders, wanting to step over the human wall composed of all the masters in front of him, and chase towards Mantuo.

"Ho!" But the battle, Bashan River, Iron Sickle, and Tie Lan straightened up from their horses at the same time, and jumped high, intending to intercept Peng Wuwang in the air. Dahu, Luo Puhan urged the mount violently, wanted to step forward, and took advantage of Peng Hopeless in the air to slash him to the ground.

The sound of thunderous neighing sounded in his ears again, and the war horses of Dahu and Luo Puhan roared, and they actually started to jump together. The two of them still cared about killing the enemy, and hurriedly controlled the reins. At this moment, Peng Wuwang had already stepped on Dahu's head in mid-air. This kick was as heavy as a hammer, and Dahu only had time to spit out a mouthful of blood in a "wave", and then fell off the horse crookedly, and his life was lost. With this kick, Peng's hopeless body flew more than a foot high. However, he continued to run around all day, just now he held his breath again, digging out a tunnel of more than ten zhang, his physical strength was too much, after stepping on Dahu, he was already powerless, the distance of the vertical jump was greatly reduced, and before he crossed the human wall, he had already fallen down.

Seeing Peng Wuhope's poor situation, the eyes of the masters of Ke Zhan and the others showed joy one after another, and they raised their swords and guns together, lying in the air, just waiting for Peng Wuwang, who had fallen, to retreat into eight pieces in mid-air.

"Phew" Peng Wuwang silently spit out a mouthful of blood, tightly hugged the corpse of the eldest brother on his shoulder, closed his eyes unwillingly, and waited for the last moment.

At this moment, a yellow light flashed, and Peng Wuwang suddenly felt his crotch tighten, and his body rose high as if he was flying through the clouds. The gentle morning breeze of Hengzhou blew on his face, refreshing him. He opened his eyes in astonishment, only to find that the peerless Pegasus that he had dealt with in the Hengzhou Grassland was flying around him at this moment. He lowered his head, just in time to see the faces of the battleable beneath him, the Bashan River, the Iron Scythe Brothers, and the masters of the Tu Nan team looking up, each of them had an expression of disbelief on their faces, and they watched without moving as they watched as they leaped over their heads like a dragon gate. At this moment, he suddenly felt a touch of emotion in his heart, as if he was immersed in the most charming dream of his childhood.

"Shoot the arrows!" Puaman's hoarse cry rang out from behind, and the sound of a bowstring plucking rang out all over the room. Arrows like locusts shot all over the air, closely chasing Peng Wuhope's back.

The triumphant neighing of the golden horse sounded softly in Peng Wuwang's ears. I saw that its four hooves exerted its strength, its body arched, its muscles bulged like a hill, and the golden fur on its body tossed in the sunlight shining through the dense dark clouds. Peng Wuwang hugged it tightly, only to feel a hot flashes in his eyes, he hoarsely voiced, and whispered, "Good brother, run."

This psychic golden horse seemed to understand his words, roared lowly, raised his head and neck, and his body rushed out dozens of zhang through the clouds and fog like arrows. The arrows that flew sideways behind him chased more than 100 zhang and fell to the ground weakly, and some of them were embarrassed even if they hit Peng Wuhope's back, even his clothes could not be worn through.

"Look!" In the distance behind him, there was a roar from the Arrow God brothers in unison, and two black lights passed through a distance of more than 100 zhang in an instant, shooting at Peng Wuwang's vest.

Feeling that there was something strange in the wind behind him, Peng Wuwang leaned over suddenly, and an arrow grazed his cheek and shot forward, taking away a trace of flesh and blood from his face, and flew out more than ten zhang before sliding to the ground. Another arrow "snatched" the ground and pierced the fleshy spot where the hip and leg met on the right side of his body. Peng Wuwang glanced at the cold arrow nailed to his body in a hurry, and snorted coldly, a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth. His blood-red eyes were fixed on the galloping mantuo in the distance.

"Get on board!" At this moment, Pua Man's eyes were already split, and he shouted eagerly. Everyone present felt that something was wrong, and they silently jumped on their mounts and whipped their horses. The war horses who had just seen the golden horse were very uncooperative with their master's movements at the moment, stubbornly playing in a meaningless circle in place, not wanting to run, and only barely began to move under the repeated urging and whipping of the knights. When the mounts of this group of Hu masters were completely restored to normal, they found that the figures of Peng Wuwang and Mantuo had disappeared into the misty earth of Hengzhou.

"Hey!" Pua Man threw his whip to the ground with all his might.