The disciples of the disciples hidden in the main hall were busy treating the injuries of everyone in the main hall and the square, receiving healing potions, and busy with tears in their eyes.

Wen Yiming quickly used the golden needle to seal the heart of the five doors for the dove Rama, and the rest of the wounded who survived as long as they breathed, all those who were hit by the Xuan Needle Soul Devouring Power were all injected one by one, and the twin cities were likely to collapse this time and quickly decline.

Shu Jianfeng's injury had not healed, and he was struggling to even walk, supporting Mrs. Zhan and Tang Xiaoxuan left and right, and burst into tears.

The rest of the wounded were helped to sit up by their disciples, the severe injuries and the side effects of the five doors sealing the heart made them reluctant to move anymore, everyone was concentrated in the square as if they were demented, their minds were empty, although they were so exhausted that they were about to pass out, they could not sleep because of the severe pain of the injuries.

The atmosphere in the stadium was not the joy of victory, but only pain and sorrow.

Gurama breathed for a moment, with the power of the five doors to seal the heart to suppress the cold in his heart, he slowly approached Feng Yi with the support of Wen Yiming, sat down on the ground, and looked at Feng Wei who was sitting cross-legged in a daze, his eyes had been slightly dispersed, and he could feel that the vitality of his old friend was dissipating, and he was supporting it with great perseverance.

"What's the trouble of a madman going against you?" Old tears rolled down his eyes, and his rosacea nose fluttered and he couldn't speak.

Blood continued to overflow from the corners of Feng Ying's mouth, and he forcibly propped up his waist, making his waist straight, and his sluggish eyes revealed perseverance.

Wen Yiming's true yuan is insufficient, unable to heal it, watching Feng Yi sit up straight like a bloody man, he can't help but have a sour nose, this is the stubbornness of a swordsman, and death is like a long sword in his hand, rather than bend.

He remembered Feng Rebellion's gun intent to point out his guns, violating the rules and selflessly giving away the little life tips, and the voice and smile of the loving elder were vivid; The Book of Heaven ransacked the Scripture Pavilion, Feng Shun not only did not blame himself, but also concealed it with all his might, although he knew the secret of the Book of Heaven, he never revealed it to the outside world.

All of this made him feel unbearable pain in his heart, and he was unspeakably reluctant to keep the warmth that he had been cared for, but he was consumed by the old man's increasingly depressed gaze.

He took out all the golden needles, manipulated the technique in the hazy eyes with a small amount of true yuan and spiritual power, and quickly applied the three-element spirit gathering needle, wanting to extend the life of this old man, even if it was to let this selfless old man speak a few words smoothly at the end, he didn't want this kind old man to have any regrets.

Dozens of golden needles** were completed in an instant, Feng Yi's eyes regained a trace of clarity, and there was relief, satisfaction and ease in his eyes when he looked at Wen Yiming, and he turned his head towards Gu Rama with a difficult smile, and said: "I can't let you break your oath, only if I die, can I keep the twin cities, I have both fish and bear's paws, I am very satisfied." ”

Everyone looked at the dying Feng Yi, their eyes were hazy, and countless tears rolled down from their eyes.

For the sake of the Twin Cities, for the sake of old friends not to break their vows, this old man traded his life for the best of both worlds.

The disciples of the Twin Cities are extremely familiar with this old man, although he is not well-known, but he guards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion all the year round, always with a kind smile, no one has ever seen this old man's angry demeanor, he has empty sleeves all the year round, and his linen coarse cloth white robe remains unchanged all year round.

He is unknown, today for the bloody battle of the twin cities, ten thousand swords to one angry slash in the sky, with the military general cultivation to give the martial arts a head-on blow, a martial arts sect slashed down a sword and knelt to the ground, to prove to the world once again that even if the twin cities fall, or even destroyed, but the unyielding will is like the peak of the twin cities, standing tall, and will continue indefinitely.

Fan Chen tightly held Feng Yi's remaining left hand, gritted his teeth and smiled, "Senior brother, can you let me be willful once?" Your name should remain in the Scripture Pavilion! ”

The only high-level insiders in the field had a sadness in their hearts, Feng Lao had abandoned his arms when he cultivated the selfless mind method improperly, and his cultivation was seriously hindered, and he gave up the position of the head of the sect in frustration, and guarded the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion alone on the top of Mengshan Mountain.

There are many legendary characters in Shuangcheng, the former dragon god of war, Situ Qiandao, Liang Zhi in recent decades, who has a very high reputation in Shuangcheng, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the spiritual pillar in the hearts of the disciples of Shuangcheng.

However, there are very few people who know about Feng Yi's deeds, because he has always been low-key, since he guarded the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, few people know about it, and the disciples in the door only know that there is such a one-armed old man in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and Fan Chen knows his legendary deeds, but because of the pain in Feng Yi's heart, it has not been passed on.

Fan Chen didn't wait for Feng Yi to express his position, suddenly stood up, and told Feng Wei's life in tears, and the audience was shocked and heartbroken.

Including Wen Yiming, it was the first time to know the deeds of Feng Yi, although it was extremely brief in Fan Chen's mouth, but I have to say that this old man's life was full of legends, but it was not known, until the last moment of his life, under Fan Chen's so-called willfulness, everyone knew that the one-armed old man of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion who did not ask about the world was so dazzling.

Wen Yiming didn't know until this moment that Liang Zhi, who had made the entire southern part of the country frightened, was Feng Yi's disciple, and his sword intent was even more true.

No wonder when Feng Shun cast ten thousand swords to return to one, he would have a little familiarity, Liang Zhi is Feng Shun's disciple may not explain Feng Shun's brilliance, but from Fan Chen's words, he understands that the reason why Liang Zhi cultivated the selfless mind method at a young age is that Feng Zhi risked his life and did not hesitate to sacrifice his arm to pave the way for Liang Zhi after several years of study.

With such a master, can the entire Heavenly Continent find a second person? Wen Yiming was in high esteem, the legend of Feng Yi's life was comparable to the legend of the original Shuangcheng, however, only on the teaching of master and apprentice made him impressed.

Everyone hid their faces and wept, such an elder was really an unbearable loss and unbearable pain for the Twin Cities.

Feng Rebellion raised his weak internal breath, his scattered eyes condensed, looked at Wen Yiming, and said: "Yiming, the old man can see the deep worry in your eyes, and promise the old man to live!" ”

Wen Yiming's heart was like a knife, and he nodded between his tearful teeth, "Master, my sword is your sword!" ”

Feng Ying's eyes were full of light, and he suddenly raised his sword and stood up to the sky and roared, facing the north wind with red hair fluttering in bloody clothes, and shouting loudly.

"Good! Those who offend my twin cities will be punished even if they are far away! ”

The voice of the old man without any true yuan infusion echoed for a long time, and everyone looked at the tall bloody back of Feng Hui and wept.

Feng Shun was lonely all his life, and when he died, the whole city sent him off, praying that the old man would go all the way.

Feng Wei raised his sword and froze, facing the north with his eyes closed, his long blood-stained hair fluttering freely in the wind.

The high-level fell to the ground and wept, and the disciples all cried bitterly.

This kind and righteous old man Fang Yi walked into everyone's hearts, but passed away suddenly, although the last words had no regrets, but let everyone hear that there was a sadness in the heroic words that had not been rewarded.

At the last moment of his life, he still did not forget the twin cities, and did not forget to raise his sword and look straight to the north.

It is the legendary land of Ao Wentian, the founder of the Twin Cities, the god of war, Northern Xinjiang!

Everyone understood in their weeping that Kaede wanted to continue to protect this land with her soul.

Although he died, he was unyielding!

Die in battle, the sword intent will not be extinguished!

This is the spirit of a swordsman!