In her mind, the memory of her mother kept flashing, and the ancient mysterious necklace flashed. Now, it was on her chest, but she couldn't use even the slightest bit of its power.
The constant loss of blood made her breathing become particularly heavy, and her weakness made her vision blurry. All the sounds in her ears had been extinguished, and there were only groups of shadows of different colors, which were constantly moving.
Struggle, fall, bleed, melt...
She saw Nangong Lie receiving a palm filled with black mist from Fen Xin, his body flew out heavily and fell to the ground, with black blood flowing from his mouth.
The grief-stricken princes of Nanzhao launched a desperate attack on Fen Xin and dozens of Miao poison masters.
However, after all, they were too young and could not stand up to the sinister, sophisticated and powerful Miao poison masters. In her wild and hazy eyes, she saw the Nanzhao princes fall one by one...[
When the last prince with a familiar figure was about to rush forward again, she used up her last bit of strength to pluck the strings and emit a swift invisible sound blade. Then, her eyes darkened and she collapsed.
In a daze, he heard a pair of heavy footsteps approaching his dying body. He bent down and stretched a hand towards his neck...
Qing Kuang knew that it was the figure of the Holy King approaching, and her heart suddenly tightened. She subconsciously protected her neck with her palms, trying to use her last strength to prevent Biluo Huangquan from falling into the hands of the Holy King, even though she knew that this
Everything is in vain.
The moment the Holy King's palm, which still retained the light of spiritual power, touched his body, Qing Kuang's ears suddenly felt the impact of a strong airflow.
It was a powerful force brought about by violent explosions and destruction, but in an instant, the Holy King's hand that had just touched his neck suddenly retracted it as if he was electrocuted.
Aojunxie has entered the city!
At the last moment, when they had completely lost their ability to resist and were left to their own devices, the Fengyun army broke through the door with the red dragon artifact in hand and rushed into the capital of Nanzhao!
Thousands of heavily armed and well-equipped Fengyun troops surged into the capital of Nanzhao with overwhelming momentum, like a flood bursting from a dike.
In the city, all those Nanzhao soldiers who had lost all hope seemed to see divine soldiers descending from the sky, and their fighting spirit was once again ignited.
The bows, arrows, swords and guns were all stained with the starlight of spiritual power, filled with the anger of the people of Nanzhao, and swept towards the warriors of the Temple of Light whose hands and white robes had already been stained with blood.
Hundreds of thousands of troops instantly filled the capital of Nanzhao. In addition, tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians of Nanzhao fought back. The spearheads of the two forces were aimed at the Guangming Temple and Miao territory at the same time.
A handful of foreign evildoers swallowed them all up like a vast ocean.
Fen Xin was stunned by the scene in front of him. Just as he raised his hand, three or four sharp arrows had pierced his dark and sinister palms. The severe pain made him howl like a ghost.
Call.
Beside him, in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen Miao people fell down one after another.
Knowing that the situation was very serious, Fen Xin no longer had the intention to use poisonous techniques, and turned to look towards the Holy King.
Just when he was about to call for help, he suddenly discovered that the disciples of the Temple of Light were already scrambling to resist the attack of the stormy Nanzhao soldiers, and at the same time they were already retreating towards the doorway through which they entered the city earlier.