With a bang, a black object fell heavily to the place where Ao Junxie had just stopped. Soon, clouds of black mist began to spread out thickly around it.
Ao Junxie stared at the unrecognizable corpse on the ground in astonishment. For a long time, a cold chill suddenly rose up his back.
"It's the Poison Corpse Plague Technique of the Miao Poison Master!"
In an instant, a familiar feeling of fear came over me again. The tragic battle in front of the Beiming City was still vivid in my mind.
"The army retreats quickly, spreads out its formation, and launches defense!"[
Ao Junxie turned his horse's head and ran quickly towards the army behind him, shouting orders loudly.
With the experience of fighting Xiao Linfeng last time, Aojunxie knew the power of this group-wide poison technique.
Suddenly, bursts of hurried footsteps could be heard in Fengyun's army, and the clear sound of shields and armor moving could be heard outside the gate of Nanzhao's capital city, resounding throughout the world.
"Your Majesty, why are the people in Nanzhao..."
Qiu Sheng, the guard beside Ao Junxie, asked in confusion.
Ao Junxie thought for a moment, frowned, and sighed softly:
"It seems that the people from the Guangming Temple and the Miao Territory have controlled the situation in the capital of Nanzhao. They must have forced the King of Nanzhao to order a resistance against Fengyun's army. Qingkuang's current situation is worrying!"
"What? My lord, do you mean that Qingkuang...has fallen into the hands of the Temple of Light?!"
Qiu Sheng's eyes widened and he asked anxiously.
Ao Junxie's eyes were heavy, but he did not look back at him. He turned to face the Fengyun army and raised the red dragon sword in his hand. With an order, the siege machinery originally placed at the end of the army was quickly pushed to the front.
Ao Junxie knew that the capital of Nanzhao must be captured as quickly as possible in order to save Qing Kuang's life.
Above the city, arrows rained down like rain. In the capital of Nanzhao, the total number of soldiers was nearly 100,000. Fortunately, Nanzhao was the weakest in Fengyun Continent after all, and the overall strength of the warrior soldiers was not as good as that of Beiming Kingdom.
Not to mention that there are quite a few ordinary people who are not even close to the level of spiritual power.
Under the enslavement of the Temple of Light and the Miao people, they were forced to participate in the decisive battle with the Fengyun army before them.
Obviously, for the people participating in the war in Nanzhao, this was not a battle to protect their country. Therefore, facing Ao Junxie and the hundreds of thousands of troops behind him, they did not launch a full-scale attack.
Under the city tower, a flurry of swords swung by, and Aojunxie and Qiu Sheng cut off dozens of arrows flying towards them one after another.
Qiu Sheng was anxious and angry, and roared angrily:
"These Nanzhao bastards are really desperate! Even the common people in the city have been dragged into their trap! My lord, it seems that they are determined to be at odds with the power of the country!
We can’t be soft-hearted! It’s best to beat Nanzhao until not a single tile is left in it!”[
As he spoke, Ao Junxie gently curled his fingers and caught a flying arrow, his eyebrows slightly furrowed as he fell into thought.
"Wait a minute! Qiu Sheng, my opinion is different from yours! Look at the arrows that were shot, none of them have the effect of spiritual power. Moreover, it is clear that the people from Miaojiang are in the city, but there are unexpected things on the arrows. It wasn't coated with any poison.
This can only show that the people of Nanzhao rushed to the war and did not use all their strength. This war should not be their original intention!"
Qiu Sheng took the arrow from Ao Junxie's hand, looked at it, patted his head, and suddenly realized: