After a brief but fierce quarrel, these elite Mongolian soldiers finally reached an agreement, all gathered together, and began to retreat slowly down the mountain.
Even when retreating, they were very cautious and formed a battle formation, with spears opening the way and scimitars at their sides, so that they could kill the enemy at any time.
"Sure enough, they are elite soldiers from hundreds of battles." Lu Nianchou hid in the darkness, his eyes flickering. The Mongolian army was so elite that even under such a disadvantage, they could still retreat calmly.
No wonder such a terrifying army is able to conquer the north and south, win every battle, and almost sweep the world.
He chased them along the way, but the Mongolian soldiers never dispersed. Once attacked and killed, they would be entangled and had to give up and continue the pursuit.
You must know that in this night's thrilling breakout and counterattack, he was not unscathed. Five or six hideous wounds were torn on his body. Although they were barely bandaged, blood was still oozing out.
Moreover, after experiencing a long fight, his physical strength and internal strength were almost exhausted. It was only because of the anger in his heart that he was not willing to give up.
Lu Nianchou knew very well how dangerous the situation tonight was. If the captain had been more cautious and kept using those Mongolian elites to consume his physical and internal energy.
If he waits until the most critical moment to take action, he may not be able to escape with his life.
Or if there is another strong man at the level of a thousand captain, he and Hong Lingbo will definitely die here.
In this kind of army encirclement and killing, ordinary soldiers only restrain and consume their physical strength. Only the masters in the army are the ones who truly determine the outcome.
The fighting has not lasted more than an hour, but it is as brutal as a thousand armies fighting.
Lu Nianchou carried Hong Lingbo on his back and took one last look at the enemy who was retreating down the mountain and getting further away. He used his body skills to the maximum and ran towards the place agreed upon by the three masters and disciples.
The two of them took a circuitous route to escape. If anyone was following them, they would be thrown away because of the dark night and woods.
After more than half an hour, Lu Nianchou had left Luoxia Valley and found an abandoned Taoist temple among the trees.
"Sister, we are here!"
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Entrance to Luoxia Valley.
Li Mochou shouted loudly, swung her fly whisk, and pushed away the vajra pestles and spears coming from the left and right, and then they struck together with Huo Du's iron bone fan, making a clear sound that could be heard far away.
Li Mochou snorted and took three steps back. She was seriously injured, and her injuries became more serious as she was constantly surrounded by enemies.
However, after she repelled the enemy, the whisks rose sharply, causing two Mongolian masters to fall to the sky and were killed on the spot.
Huo Du and other masters were horrified, and the offensive immediately slowed down. No one thought that Li Mochou, who was seriously injured, could still exert such terrifying lethality.
Li Mochou once again avoided Darba's vajra, swung her fly whisk to kill the man who came from behind, then raised her head to the sky and let out a mournful scream, shouting: "Huo Dou, I want you to die."
The dust in her hand danced crazily in the air, a powerful cyclone rolled up like a tornado, and the dazzling silver threads immediately confused everyone's vision.
Huo Dou's eyes fell on Li Mochou's back, and when he saw blood seeping out from the place where he had injured him, and the blood was stained black, he shouted with joy: "This woman can't hold on anymore, her body is The poisonous wound has taken effect, be careful as she fights back with the Ice Soul Silver Needle before she dies."
Before he finished speaking, he had already pulled away and retreated quickly to avoid becoming the target of Li Mochou's counterattack before he died.
Other Mongolian masters and Dalba also slowed down their offensive, and the encirclement situation relaxed for a while.
A flush flashed across Li Mochou's face, and her tone contained the resentment and murderous intent of another person's scalp. She said in a cold voice, "Huo Dou, I have recorded this siege and murder."
It turned out that her actions just now were a bluff after all, making the enemy think that she was counterattacking on the verge of death.
When he got the chance, he retreated without hesitation, his figure retreating like lightning.
The Mongolian master guarding that position subconsciously thrust out his spear.
"Buzz!!"
An icy silver needle flew out from Li Mochou's sleeve and nailed it to the man's eyebrow with great precision.
Huo Du shouted: "Be careful she escapes!"
Before she could finish her sentence, Li Mochou sneered, and her already fast movement became even faster. With a whoosh, she flew up an ancient tree nearby, and disappeared into the night in a few flashes. .
Huo Du and Dalba quickly chased after them, but they had already lost sight of each other.
Despite this kind of injury, Li Mochou was still able to break through and escape. This result made everyone unbelievable.
A sneer appeared on Huo Du's face, and he said in a deep voice: "What a red-trained fairy Li Mochou, she has been hit by my poisonous nail. Let's see how far she can go."
"You chase him for me. You want to see him alive, you want to see his body dead. You can never let him go."
"Yes, Your Highness." A group of Mongolian masters took the order and chased Li Mochou in the direction he left.
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At this time, deep in the barren mountain, Li Mochou walked through a forest and came to a pile of rocks. She could no longer hold on and rolled directly to the ground.
She rolled on the ground twice and lay on her back. If her chest wasn't still rising slightly, people would have thought she was dead.
Li Mochou lay on the ground panting violently, and it was difficult to move for a while. She was poisoned and her internal strength was extremely overdrawn, especially the heartbreaking pain coming from her back.
If he continues like this, he won't be able to escape far at all.
"I never thought that I, Li Mochou, would end up in this situation one day."
She glanced at the dim moon shrouded in clouds, and for some reason she thought of Lu Zhanyuan and He Yuanjun who were buried together.
"You will be buried together even when you die, and you will live together in two places, so who am I?"
Li Mochou felt a sting in her heart when she thought of this, which was even more unbearable than the wounds on her body. Her originally pale face became a bit ferocious.
"I can't die like this. Even if I fall under the Nine Springs, I won't be willing to do it."
"Lu Zhanyuan, your son said he wants to marry me!"
"Hahaha!"
She smiled and even shed tears, and said in a cold tone: "It's really ridiculous."
"He actually said he would marry me in ten years, hahaha!"
"I must live on until ten years later, he really falls in love with me."
"I will kill him myself!"
The look on Li Mochou's face was particularly gloomy at this moment, which made people feel horrified, "GeGeGe, my father's debt must be paid by his son. Only when he dies can I be willing to..."
Thinking of this, she seemed to have forgotten the pain in her body, and strength surged from her bones. She barely supported her body and staggered towards the depths of the mountain forest.
