Honggu was shocked and said, "That'...... Fortunately, the general public did not find out that the girl was seriously injured, otherwise, he only needed to use another sword, wouldn't the girl's life be in danger......"

Ah Xi snorted softly and said, "I'm afraid that the hearts of the people will never be able to make such a sword again!" ”

Honggu looked down and saw that there was a bloody heart left on the white snow, and the heart was surrounded by a large area of thick blood, if it weren't for the moonlight, it would not be easy to see.

Honggu said in surprise: "This ...... This heart...... Is it the hearts of the people?"

Ah Xi said: "Yes! He has already been mortally wounded, and I used the Snow Piercing Cloud Sword to remove his heart, and he can't live anymore! He is also so badly injured, he can still use a spell to escape." However, I can't fight again at this moment, so in order to prevent the men of the Holy Fire Gate from taking advantage of the opportunity to attack, we will retreat to the ship first. ”

So Honggu stopped making a sound, gently helped Ah Xi, stepped into the ice circle, and stepped into the cabin of the dragon boat. This dragon ship is protected by the Xuanfrost Ice Ring of the Guanghan Palace, and it is the nemesis of fire-based spells, so it can not be afraid of the people of the Holy Fire Gate coming to disturb it.

At this time, the four water masters also resumed their actions, and jumped into the dragon boat one after another, guarding beside the cabin.

Inside the Holy Fire Gate, the mournful atmosphere lasted for a long, long time before it gradually subsided.

The ancestor of the lamp has indeed been like what he said, his life limit has ended, and he has returned to the west.

In the apse, the corpses of the two generations of the head of the lamp and the fire De Zhenjun are displayed side by side, and Liu Huan, the "fire Zhenjun", temporarily ordered to handle the funeral for the deceased of the gate. It is said that it is a corpse, but it is actually two stone statues.

At the moment of the great enemy, everything is speedy and everything is simple.

Despite this, it was a busy night. Under the double pressure of grief and fear, the two generations of disciples of the Holy Flame Gate, young and old, everyone looked as if they had been born with a serious illness!

Maybe at this special moment when everyone is in danger, the only person who remains sober is the young man in white, the last disciple Hong Zheyan. He did not forget the instructions of the ancestor who lit the lamp, walked out of the apse, and came to the gate of the Holy Fire Gate alone.

There was silence all around, and the faint moon sprinkled a faint yellow light, making people vaguely distinguish the scene in front of them.

I saw that the fire stone on the ground had long since faded to red light, and the wick that was originally inserted in the stone had also burned out, leaving a pile of wick ash.

Outside the door, the tall dragon boat could be seen in the distance, parked motionless in front of the maple forest. In the middle of the night, there was no sound around him, and there was not the slightest movement, could it be that the enemy was resting and adjusting? Zheyan didn't know, but at this moment he obviously had no intention of inquiring about the enemy's news, he walked to the fire stone at the door, took out a handkerchief, and carefully swept the wick ash on the stone into the handkerchief with his hand, and wrapped it completely. Then he took the fire stone into his arms.

After everything stopped, Hong Zheyan stood up, retreated from the door, and closed the door with his hand. Although this door does not play any role in blocking the enemy at all, it is better than nothing, and in the final analysis, it can only give people a kind of psychological comfort.

Unexpectedly, just as the two doors were closed, Hong Zheyan suddenly saw a black shadow lying under the corner of the wall behind the door. The black shadow seemed to tremble slightly, and let out a low groan.

The white-clothed young man Hong Zheyan's heart moved, approached the black shadow, and helped him against the wall. Unexpectedly, this help shocked him!

It turned out that this was a sturdy man dressed in black, with a black veil covering his face, and he couldn't see his face clearly, only his eyes and eyebrows were exposed. However, the man was covered in blood, and the blood was not very obvious on the black clothes, but it was palpable. Especially a big hole in his chest, as if something had pierced his heart, and bright red blood continued to flow slowly from the big hole in his heart, flowing to the ground, making the big pool of blood under him stain his whole body.

After being so seriously injured, this person is still alive! Who is he? How could he appear here? Hong Zhiyan only felt that the man in black in front of him seemed familiar, but for a while, he couldn't determine who it was.

It was the man in black who slowly opened his eyes. By the moonlight, I saw the face of the folded face clearly.

"You...... Are you ......?" said the man in black, strugglingly. He reached out to cover his heart, his brows furrowed, and his voice seemed to become distorted.

The white-clothed young man Hong Zheyan nodded and said, "Who is Your Excellency? How could you be so seriously injured and fall in the gate of my Holy Fire Gate?"

The man in black gasped, stretched out his other hand, and wiped it hard against his face.

I saw that the black veil on his face was torn over and over again, I don't know if it was because there were so many layers of black veil in the first place, or because the man in black had no strength at all, anyway, the black veil was always unfinished!

Hong Zheyan was shocked when he saw the strange behavior of the man in black, and finally remembered, and said in a loud voice: "......Grimace! Are you the big brother of the people?!"

The man in black couldn't tear off the black veil, and said dejectedly, "Not bad...... It's me...... If you remember my Pumen spell, ...... Quickly put this towel for me...... Revealed ......"

Hong Zheyan forcibly held back the excitement in his heart and said, "Brother Pu, I'll help you!" silently reciting the grimace covering spell, he stretched out his hand to reveal the face of the man in black, and the black veil came down in response to his hand. In front of him, a bloodless face appeared. His face was clearly pale from the loss of blood.

"Brother Zhenyan...... You sit down...... I have used the 'Yuan Shen Returning Technique' to protect my heart, and I will return it for the time being...... Can't die......"

The general people looked up at him, with a gloomy desolation on their faces! Hong Zheyan listened to his words and sat down silently. He knew everything very well, so he didn't dare to rashly move the injured body of the people. The hearts of the people let out a long sigh!

It turned out that before Hong Zheyan entered the Holy Fire Gate, he had studied art with the Fuxian Zhenren of the White Crane Cave in Jiugong Mountain for two years, and he got acquainted with the hearts of the people at that time. Speaking of which, Puzhongxin is still his senior brother. The two are like-minded, worship each other, and are like brothers. In his spare time, he also taught Bai Zhenyan a lot of Pumen spells, such as the grimace cover, which Zhenyan learned from Puzhongxin.

Hong Zheyan witnessed what happened to his senior brother, and his whole body trembled fiercely. His heart was like a knife, tears came out of his eyes, and grains of dust were sprinkled.

"I was wrong...... "I regretted not following my father's advice...... I shouldn't underestimate the people of Guanghan Palace, so I ended up like this, all of them were self-inflicted, no wonder others ......" He raised his face, and his pale face was full of remorse!