More than an hour later, Zhao Weiming's group had already returned to the previously agreed meeting place.

It's a pity that there is no half of a figure at this previously agreed meeting place.

Zhao Weiming, who hurried back with a group of people and horses, couldn't help but be a little suspicious in his heart.

What the hell, what about people?

It stands to reason that the other three people should have rushed back a long time ago.

After all, they spent one night in Songtao Villa, which was equivalent to wasting a night's time.

If there were no accidents in the other three teams, they would definitely have to return here before them.

At this time, a guy with good eyes in the team saw a strange symbol carved on a tree not far away.

His face changed, and he immediately ran to Zhao Weiming's face to report the matter.

Hearing this news, Zhao Weiming's face suddenly became ugly.

When he walked over and saw that next to the tree that had been marked, several trees in succession were also engraved with that special mark, and Zhao Weiming's face became more and more ugly.

Damn, it looks like something is wrong!

This special mark, in the Canglong Gate, represents a signal of urgency.

And this series of special marks represents that the urgency of the matter has reached a very serious level.

Zhao Weiming didn't say a word, and immediately took Xu Yang and the others to run in the direction marked by the code.

To the southeast of Yunwu Mountain, on a halfway mountainside less than thirty miles away from the meeting place they had agreed on before, it was a bloody mess at this time.

Broken weapons, mutilated limbs, and blood all over the ground have turned this ordinary hillside into a hell on earth.

Wu Youwei, who only had one arm left, was frowning at this time, and poked hard at the broken arm a few times.

Several acupuncture points around the wound were sealed by him, and blood flowed out of the wound, which immediately decreased a lot.

Wu Youwei endured the pain and tore off a large strip of cloth from the clothes that had become tattered on his upper body.

Then he bit one end of the strip of cloth in his mouth, and the other end of the strip wrapped around the wound on the severed arm that looked so hideous.

The fierce fight just now not only made him lose a dozen of his men, but also made the arm that had been with him for nearly fifty years leave him.

But fortunately, after that desperate struggle, the seven or eight guys who were ambushed on this small hillside and blocked them were also dead and wounded.

The bleeding stopped, the wound was bandaged, and the huge pain that could come from the wound made Wu Youwei gasp.

Wu Youwei shot again and went to several other acupuncture points around the wound.

In the case of sealing more acupuncture points, the pain is stopped.

However, if these acupuncture points are closed for a long time, there is no benefit to the healing of this wound.

It's just that Wu Youwei can't take care of so much now.

If they continue to delay here, and wait for those two guys who were injured and escaped to bring people back, his remnants of the army will be defeated, and they may not even be able to save their lives, where can they care if the wounds are healed or not.

The next moment, he loosened his brows and asked the guy next to him who was covered in blood, "Dapeng, can you still hold on?"

Luo Dapeng, who still had a short sword in his thigh, was quite pale at this time.

I saw him use a strip of cloth to tie the wound that was still bleeding, and then gritted his teeth and said, "It's okay, master, I can still hold on." ”

The short sword on the thigh happened to be stuck in the major artery of the leg.

Just now, he wanted to pull out the short sword on his thigh, but when he moved, blood from the wound suddenly gushed out.

Frightened, Luo Dapeng quickly stopped, not daring to act rashly.

Seeing that Luo Dapeng's face was not good-looking, but he should be able to hold on for a while, Wu Youwei was a little relieved.

Then, he turned his head again and asked Wu Shixun, who was hanging his head, "Shixun, can you still hold on?"

Wu Shixun, whose eyes looked a little confused and helpless, twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, and after a while, he said weakly: "I...... I'm fine. ”

Hearing this, Wu Youwei immediately frowned again.

"Sehoon, you fucking cheer me up, I just said that Daddy's arm wasn't just cut off to save you. ”

Luo Dapeng gritted his teeth, knotted the strip of cloth that bandaged the wound, and then also comforted: "Yes, Senior Brother Wu, no matter how the master's arm is broken, it will be useless for you to be so depressed." ”

"The master and brother have been injured now, if you don't cheer up again, the lives of the three of us will be confessed in this wilderness. ”

Wu Shixun, the second ancestor who did not learn and did not know how to do it, thought that he was very capable at the beginning, and as soon as he saw the enemy, he immediately rushed forward without fear of death.

If it weren't for Wu Youwei, who was following him, who helped him stop a few knives, this guy would have died a long time ago.

Of course, after Wu Shixun saw his father with his own eyes and forcibly used his arm to help him block a killer move, this guy who was full of self-blame went to another extreme.

On this small hill, there were only three of them left to breathe.

The successive persuasions of Wu Youwei and Luo Dapeng still played a little role.

When the book is used, there is little hatred, and I don't know how difficult it is.

When danger came, Wu Shixun, who felt that he was like a waste material, also knew in his heart that if he continued to be so decadent, he might have to continue to drag down his father and Luo Dapeng.

Wu Shixun took a deep breath, intending to regain his strengths and assist his already injured father and Luo Dapeng to leave this bloody ghost place.

But at this time, Wu Youwei, who was standing beside him, suddenly changed his face.

The next moment, Wu Youwei used the remaining right arm to quickly lift Wu Shixun up, and then shouted in a low voice to Luo Dapeng: "Someone is coming, let's leave quickly." ”

When Luo Dapeng heard this, he immediately stood up.

A sharp pain that could come from the wound made Luo Dapeng stumble under his feet and almost fall to the ground.

Seeing this, Wu Youwei quickly let go of Wu Shixun and fished Luo Dapeng over casually.

"Dapeng, how's that?" Wu Youwei said with a concerned expression.

At this time, Luo Dapeng's face was a little whiter than before.

There was a huge pain in his thigh, and his brows were furrowed.

Before, he had thought too simply.

I thought that acting with that short sword, although it would cause secondary damage to the wound, but as long as I gritted my teeth and endured, it would pass.

I didn't think about it, so I moved, and I immediately felt distressed.

The best way now is to find a way to pull out this short sword first.

But the current situation is critical, and he cannot continue to deal with this wound.

In desperation, Luo Dapeng could only endure the pain and said: "Master, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave, you and junior brother should go first." "繶䂕N୎ᰠ⩲㩧晎䭜ᴠg끥节ⱻN・䵑㦍֖ژȰ