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This is the valley in the southeast corner of the watershed. The mountain pass has been piled up with boulders, and the valley has become a pocket that can only be entered and exited, and the smoke and fire of war are filled.

Han Feng was in the middle of the valley, a little overwhelmed.

He was not afraid of fire, and this plan was originally set by him, so at this time he was just angry and at the same time very sad.

The boulders at the mouth of the valley fell to the ground irregularly, and the surface of those boulders was rough enough for Jiuzhuo to jump over with his strength, which was also the escape path that Han Feng had planned, but he didn't expect that there would be fire and thunder near the boulders!

No matter how powerful the horse king is, he can't resist the bombardment of fire and thunder. Jiuzhuo's left abdomen was directly hit by the fire and thunder, the Xuantie armor was blasted open a huge opening, the fur on the left abdomen was scorched, and even the abdominal cavity was cut open by the Xuantie fragments, and blood was dripping all over the ground.

The majestic King Ma let out a wail, and with the last of his strength, he left the dangerous place with his master on his back, and then fell to the ground.

Wild horses are born without lying down, and even when they sleep, they stand to guard against danger that may come at any time. Jiuzhuo was born in the wild horse herd at the foot of Xiji Mountain, so he naturally stood straighter and straighter, and when it was lying down, Han Feng's heart sank: Jiuzhuo is no longer good.

He hurriedly turned over and dismounted, kneeling in front of Jiuzhuo. The people around them were already in chaos, and the people who were locked up in the valley were all tormented by the fire, and almost all of them were thinking about staying alive, avoiding the raging fire, not killing people.

As soon as Jiuzhuo's tears flowed out of his eyes, they were evaporated by the blazing air around him, and the red hair and bright red blood on his body reflected the orange-red fire, which was even more majestic and huge. It looked at Han Feng, it couldn't speak, but Han Feng clearly felt that it was saying goodbye to him.

"Jiuzhuo!" Han Feng shouted in panic, he used his hand to block Jiuzhuo's wound, but the blood was gurgling, how could he stop it. What's more, the fire thunder and the fragments of Xuantie penetrated deep into Jiuzhuo's body, stabbing the internal organs, even if the blood could be stopped, what was the use!

Jiuzhuo raised his proud head, as if he wanted to look at the sky. However, the armor of the Darkiron had always restrained it, making it difficult to even raise its head. Its strength was passing bit by bit, and the Xuantie was no longer a guard, but a burden, Han Feng gritted his teeth, and the purple gold knife in his hand flashed, dismantling the Xuantie into eight pieces. He wasn't afraid that the edge of the dark iron would cut through his palm, he only hoped that he could get Jiuzhuo out of this cold body. He threw the armor fragments aside with all his might, but when he looked at Jiuzhuo again, he realized—

Jiuzhuo still raised its head, its eyes staring at the sky, so unwilling, it seemed that it was unwilling to die and still had not obtained the freedom it longed for all its life.

The mane was swept by the heat and flew like a broken flag, but the horse's body was as calm as a mountain, unmoving, as if rooted in this sea of fire.

Jiuzhuo went.

Han Feng smashed his fist on the ground, Jiuzhuo was like another life of his, but he died in the fire and thunder so inexplicably, if Manghou was opposite him, he might have slashed him with a knife at this time. However, time is running out, the military situation is urgent at this moment, and there is no time for him to mourn Jiuzhuo.

An arrow shot out, and Han Feng rolled away without thinking - this was the only thing Bai Tong could do for him when he was in pain. That arrow was not a stray arrow, the arrow was shot deep into Jiuzhuo's body, as if announcing a disguised victory.

Han Feng couldn't help but look in the direction of the arrow, and saw a middle-aged man in a general's uniform not far away.

At this time, the only person who was still frantic and only wanted to kill the emperor of the Western Dynasty was Yan Fengchuan.

Through the flames, Yan Fengchuan's face looked slightly distorted. He didn't know whether he was crying or laughing, he also got off the horse, looking for a way through the frightened crowd, and approached Han Feng step by step.

In his eyes, the so-called emperor of the Western Dynasty has been betrayed by Marquis Mang. It's a dead place, and no one can escape. Yan Fengchuan didn't expect that Han Feng would be an outcast to Manghou! And the arrangement of the fire and thunder even made him think that Manghou was borrowing a knife to kill people.

He was unwilling to make this knife, but he was full of grievances, and he could only vent to the person in front of him.

Yan Fengchuan walked to the last few steps, roared wildly, threw down his bow and arrows, held the machete in both hands, and killed Han Feng!

Han Feng's heart was also full of anger. Jiuzhuo's death made his usual calmness suddenly throw out of the nine heavens, and his kung fu was enough to climb the mountain, but at this time, he only wanted to kill all directions - even in the hell where the tongue of fire was raging.

The smoke and dust and the constantly shaking earth made Han Feng not see Yan Fengchuan's face clearly, and he also roared and rushed towards Yan Fengchuan. The purple gold knife in his hand immediately blocked Yan Fengchuan's machete-the material of the machete was just the best black iron, and it was cut in two by the purple gold at once, Yan Fengchuan almost didn't react, his two arms were already cold, and his arms rolled to the ground with the handle, and the next moment, his neck was already caught on Han Feng's blade.

The win was so smooth that the anger in Han Feng's heart did not vent out, but the other party's blood calmed him down a little. He looked at Yan Fengchuan, whose face was pale with pain, and only then did he see that the other party had a half-human face.

The familiar facial features reminded him of the woman who stabbed her in the study before.

Rao was furious, and Han Feng was still a little slower to get the knife in his hand: "You are a half-Yi person, why are you helping Daiguo!"

Yan Fengchuan did not speak. He let out a "puff" and wiped his neck across the blade, and his head fell off.

Some of the surrounding rebels found their leader dead at the hands of the enemy, and their morale was lost, but the discouragement of thousands did not make the Western soldiers happy. The soldiers of the Western Dynasty were immersed in the despair of the coming of the end one by one, and the elite soldiers of these elite soldiers did not accept it calmly when they were faced with death, but cursed unwillingly.

They cursed Manghou. These people also thought that Han Feng would not be able to escape, and even some people were still guarding behind Han Feng until death, burned beyond recognition. Several soldiers who had been following Han Feng from beginning to end watched Han Feng slash the leader of the rebel army, and suddenly knelt down in unison.

The person at the head was the commander of this thousand light cavalry.

"Holy Lord, we can't get out. General Mo thought about it, Jiuzhuo's body was next to the boulder, and we stood on it and built a human ladder...... We can't get up, but you ...... You have killed snow sculptures, you must go up!" The commander's eyes were resolute, and he didn't even tremble his voice as he spoke, as if he had rediscovered his mission as a soldier and was proud to be able to complete his last mission.

Also kneeling, there is also the adjutant general. It was a man of about thirty years old, slightly fat, and very clever in his daily life. His hand was on the hand of the senior commander, and he also raised his head to look at Han Feng: "Holy Lord, you promise us, after we go out...... When the time is right, we must seek justice for us! It is Manghou who harms us! It is Manghou who harms us!"

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