After two or three breaths, an old man finally made up his mind, stepped forward, and stood in front of Qing Kuang.
Following closely behind were six young men holding long swords.
"You...there are so many spiritually powerful people, but you still have the nerve to join forces with demons to deal with a weak woman!"
Nangong Lie angrily pointed at the Bald Saint King, gritted his teeth and roared, his whole body trembling slightly.
"The Holy Temple of Light... It seems that it is true as rumored, it has already been corrupted into evil! You are in vain the descendants of powerful human beings! [
Although I, Nangong Lie, am mediocre and incompetent, I can never sit idly by and ignore things now!"
On the side, Nangong Jinsheng, who had experienced a standing fight, couldn't help but be moved when he saw his father and brother finally standing up at the last moment and defending them like crazy. He was deeply proud that his Nangong family was, after all, a family with justice and conscience.
"My father is right! Our Nanzhao country has been peaceful and weak for decades, so that we are now in a situation where we are controlled by others! Today, our Nanzhao army and people can no longer be weak!
Soldiers! Even if we die in battle within the capital, at least we will die for our country in the end instead of being enslaved by others, so we have lived our lives as human warriors in vain!
The Temple of Light deceives the world and steals its reputation, and the Miao Poison Master harms innocent people! We must fight to the end!"
Nangong Jinsheng stood on the city tower, raised his arms and shouted loudly. In an instant, the crowd in the capital city was excited and the roar was loud. All Nanzhao soldiers responded to the seventh prince's call and completely turned against him.
The situation was completely out of control, and the Holy King, who was on the verge of madness, looked at the Nanzhao soldiers and civilians who were roaring with mountains and tsunamis, and his face turned pale, and then turned into a hysterical murderous heart.
"Since you want to be buried together, I will grant it to you! Nanzhao Kingdom... kill! Kill them all for me! One hundred thousand soldiers and civilians, old and young! Kill! Kill them all!"
The Holy King's face was ferocious, and a series of loud beast-like roars echoed throughout the entire Nanzhao capital for a long time. His light blue eyes, which were like ice lakes, at this moment, had turned blood red, like the fire of hell...
Swords and swords flashed, flesh and blood flew everywhere. In the out-of-control Nanzhao capital, the bodies of warriors and civilians fell one after another under the different colors of the swords of the temple warriors. The bright red color stained the originally white robes.
Those former temple warriors, the leaders and geniuses among mankind who were proud of their status, have now become the executioners of the devil!
Ever since they were forced by the Holy King's intimidation and pointed the tip of their swords at the future Saint, they had completely embarked on a road of no return.
And the group of poison masters in Miao Jiang, led by the evil Fen Xin, aimed their sinister eyes at Nangong Lie and the princes around him...
The clouds and rain were turning in the palm of the Holy King's hand, and the powerful and powerful spiritual power came straight towards Qing Kuang.
Qing Kuang was fighting and retreating, unable to touch those extremely evil and extremely refined spiritual power. In the constant rotation, he fought back with the power of the evil demon strings.
Five or six places on his body had been scratched by the Holy King's spiritual power.
Drops of bright red blood fell on the black string-ink body of the instrument, and were divided into countless red drops by the green silk strings, like stars.
Not far away, on the city gate, strong banging sounds were still ringing out one after another, making the final sprint...