The sunset gradually sinks, and the wind is flying. Now, everyone is extremely tired, with their clothes broken, blood stained on many parts of their bodies, and their hair is flying, but they all have a stubborn feeling in their hearts, wanting to leave Hong Lie's life here.

Especially Ah Chou, she seemed tireless and could not sense the pain. She had been hit by a few swords, but she did not retreat at all. Instead, she became more and more injured. The person Hong Lie feared the most was her.

Under the attack, Hong Lie finally showed fatigue. He slowed down his sword and his arms and chest were injured several times. Finally, Yu Wenhao's spiraled meteor and sent the sword into his chest.

At this point, Hong Lie has been fighting for nearly three hours, fighting against many people, and the opponents are all first-class masters in the martial arts world.

Yuwenhao looked at his trembling facial muscles, he

The sinister and arrogant in his eyes had not yet faded, and blood dripped down his chest. He stared at Yu Wenhao proudly, neither falling down nor kneeling down. He just supported himself with the remaining little strength, waiting for his life to disappear inch by inch.

Looking at Yuwen Hao and others, it may not be very good. Almost no one is immune to injuries. Their legs are almost weak. Even the Fourth Master could only hold on the ground with a sword to barely stand firm. His temples were messy and most of his clothes were cut off. He was in a mess before he had never felt embarrassed.

Hong Lie died just like that. Before he died, he didn't even say a word of harsh words. He just kept staring at Yu Wenhao, as if he wanted to try hard to see the person who killed him. The sword was on the ground and finally fell slowly. His life was over with a vigorous battle, but when he died, he was silent.

King An hated him so much that he raised his sword with difficulty and said angrily: "How can I allow you to die if you dare to kidnap my Yan'er?"

He raised his sword and was about to cut off his head. Yu Wenhao thought and immediately shouted, "No!"

But Hong Lie suddenly opened his scarlet eyes, moved his hand and activated his sword to penetrate King An's abdomen.

"Prince!"

General Luo flew forward and sank into Hong Lie's chest with a sword.

Hong Lie condensed his last breath of true energy and was waiting for Yu Wenhao to come forward. He thought Yu Wenhao would definitely lift his head and hang it on the city gate, but he didn't know that it was King An who came forward.

He turned his head, blood was leaking from his mouth. After a breath of true energy was dissipated, his internal organs were no longer able to survive. He was stabbed by General Luo again. The light in his eyes gradually dimmed. He still stared at Yu Wenhao and murmured: "What a pity, what a pity..." Yu Wenhao's breath also dissipated and he fell to the ground, "Damn it, Hong Lie is really a rare enemy."

The Fourth Master also sat down, his hands were trembling with fatigue, and his true energy was dissipated. He didn't even care about maintaining his nervous appearance. He blew, "It's a hero, a hundred-year-old hero. If you have serious thoughts, why is the Xianbei like this today?"

General Luo took the Ghost Guard and the Lenglang Sect's people to clean up the mess. The generals could not be beaten and were captured. The crisis at the doorstep was completely lifted.

"Let's go, please come to your father-in-law!"

Yu Wenhao stood up with his sword, shook the blood on his hand, and said to the Fourth Master.

"Where is King An?"

The Fourth Master stood up and asked.

"Go back to Your Highness, and back to Fourth Master, Your Highness An has been sent to the palace to treat the imperial physician."

General Luo replied.

"I hope he's fine!"
Chapter completed!