After a short but fierce quarrel, the Mongol soldiers finally came to an agreement, and they all gathered together and began to slowly retreat down the mountain.

Even when retreating, they were very cautious, forming battle formations, spears open the way, scimitars at their sides, and they were ready to kill the enemy at any time.

"Sure enough, it's a hundred battles." Lu Nianchou was hidden in the dark, his eyes flickered, the Mongolian army was so elite, even under this disadvantage, it was still able to retreat calmly.

With such a terrible army, it is no wonder that it is invincible in the south and the north, and almost has the potential to sweep the world.

He pursued along the way, but the Mongol soldiers never dispersed, and once they attacked and killed, they would inevitably be entangled, and they had to give up continuing the pursuit.

You must know that this night's thrilling breakthrough and counter-killing, he was not unscathed, and five or six hideous wounds were torn out on his body, although he was barely bandaged, but he was still oozing blood.

And after a long fight, the physical and internal strength is about to be exhausted, and it is only with a breath of anger in his heart that he is unwilling to give up.

Lu Nianchou knew very well in his heart how dangerous the situation was tonight, if that commander was more cautious and kept using those Mongolian elites to consume his physical strength and internal strength.

Wait until the most critical moment to kill, and he may not be able to escape with his life.

Or another strong man at the level of a thousand commanders, he and Hong Lingbo will inevitably die here.

In this kind of army encirclement, ordinary soldiers are just holding back and consuming their physical strength, and only the masters in the army are the ones who really determine the outcome of the battle.

The battle has not lasted more than an hour, but it is as tragic as a battle of thousands of troops.

Lu Nianchou carried Hong Lingbo on his back, and finally glanced at the enemy who was retreating down the mountain and gradually moving away, and used his body technique to the extreme, running towards the place agreed by the master and apprentice.

The two of them fled in a tortuous way, and if anyone followed them, they would have been thrown off because of the darkness of the night and the woods.

After another half an hour, Lu Nianchou had moved away from Luoxia Valley, and found an abandoned Taoist temple among the trees.

"Senior sister, we're here!"

……

Entrance to the Valley of Luoxia.

Li Mochou shouted, waved the dust, and picked off the vajra and spear that attacked from the left and right, and then struck together with Huo Du's iron bone fan, making a clear sound that spread far away.

Li Mochou snorted, and took three steps back, she was not lightly injured, and she was constantly surrounded and killed by the enemy, and her injuries became more and more serious.

However, after she repelled the enemy, the dust rose and the two Mongol masters fell to the sky, killing them on the spot.

Huo Du and the other masters were shocked, and the offensive slowed down, and no one thought that Li Mochou, who was seriously injured, could still exert such a terrifying lethality.

Li Mochou once again avoided Darba's vajra, and after whisking the dust to kill the person who attacked from behind, he raised his head to the sky and shouted, "Huo Du, I want you to die." ”

The dust in her hand danced wildly in the air, and the powerful cyclone, rolled up like a tornado, coupled with the dazzling silver thread, suddenly confused everyone's sight.

Huo Du's eyes fell on Li Mochou's back, and when he saw that blood was constantly oozing out of the place where he was injured, and the blood was stained black, he shouted with joy: "This woman can't hold it anymore, the poisonous wound on her body has attacked, be careful that she counterattacks with the Ice Spirit Silver Needle before she dies." ”

Before the words fell, he had already withdrawn and retreated, so as not to become the target of Li Mochou's counterattack before he died.

The other Mongol masters and Darba also slowed down their offensive, and the momentum of the encirclement eased for a while.

A flush flashed on Li Mochou's face, and his tone contained the resentment and murderous intent of another person's scalp tingling, and he said in a cold voice: "Huo Du, I have written down this siege and murder revenge." ”

It turned out that her action just now was, after all, a bluff, making the enemy think that she was fighting back to death.

At this time, he had the opportunity to retreat without hesitation, and his figure retreated like lightning.

The Mongolian master who was guarding that position subconsciously stabbed out a spear.

"Buzz!!"

An ice spirit silver needle flew out of Li Mochou's sleeve and nailed it to the center of the man's eyebrows with great precision.

Huo Du shouted: "Be careful of her escape!" ”

Before this sentence was finished, Li Mochou sneered, his already fast body was a little faster, and with a 'bang', he swept over an ancient tree nearby, and disappeared into the night with a few dodges.

Huo Du and Darba hurriedly chased after them, but they had already lost each other's figures.

Under this kind of injury, Li Mochou was still able to break through and escape, and this result made everyone unbelievable.

Huo Du showed a sneer on his face, and said in a deep voice: "What a red practice fairy Li Mochou, she was hit by my poisonous nail, I will see how far she can go." ”

"You will chase me after me, I will see people alive and corpses when I die, and I must not let them go."

"Yes, Your Highness." A group of Mongolian masters took the order, and then chased in the direction where Li Mochou left.

……

At this time, in the depths of the barren mountain, Li Mochou came to a pile of rocks after passing through a forest, and he couldn't support it anymore, so he rolled directly to the ground.

She rolled twice on the ground, lying on her back to the sky, and if it weren't for the slight heaving of her chest, it would really make people think she was dead.

Li Mochou was lying on the ground panting violently, and it was difficult to move for a while, her body was highly poisonous, and her internal strength was very overdrawn, especially the pain in her back.

If you continue like this, you won't be able to escape far.

"I didn't expect that I, Li Mochou, would fall into such a situation one day."

She glanced at the faint moon that was shrouded in the clouds, and for some reason thought of Lu Zhanyuan and He Yuanjun, who were buried together.

"You have to be buried together even when you die, and you live and live together, what am I?"

Li Mochou only felt a tingling pain in his heart when he thought of this, which was even more unbearable than the wounds on his body, and his already pale face became a little hideous.

"I can't die like this, even if I get to the bottom of the Nine Springs, I'm not reconciled."

"Lu Zhanyuan, your son said he wanted to marry me!"

"Hahaha!"

She laughed and laughed and burst into tears, and said in a cold tone, "It's really ridiculous." ”

"He even said that he would marry me in ten years, hahaha!"

"I have to live, and after ten years, he really falls in love with me."

"I'll kill him myself!"

The expression on Li Mochou's face was particularly gloomy at this moment, which made people feel creepy, "Giggles, the father's debt is repaid, and when he dies, I can be willing to ......"

Thinking of this, she seemed to forget the pain in her body, and a surge of strength poured out of her bones, barely supported her body, and staggered towards the depths of the mountain forest.