Ao Junxie quickly explored several important points on Nangong Lie's body, and the expression on his face became extremely solemn. He reached for his waist with one hand, and suddenly his expression became a little annoyed and self-blame.
"I really didn't expect...King Nanzhao to be so seriously injured. The two rejuvenation pills have been used up just now. It's really...sigh!"
Qing Kuang shook his head and sighed:
"My lord, you don't have to blame yourself. The king suffered from severe poison, not spiritual damage. Even if there is a resurrection pill, it will have no effect!"
After hearing this, Nangong Jinsheng suddenly stood up from his grief, grabbed Qing Kuang's hand tightly, and begged sadly: [
"Qingkuang, you must save my father! I know that no one in the world is more proficient in the principles of poison, pills, and pills than you! You must have a way, right?!"
Seeing Nangong Jinsheng's extremely anxious look, Qing Kuang knelt down and stretched out his fingers to gently probe Nangong Lie's pulse. After a long time, he finally shook his head helplessly and sighed softly:
"Feng Xin's attack was too severe, and your father is old and frail. The poison has invaded his heart veins at this moment. I'm afraid... there is no way to save him!"
"Qingkuang, what did you say?! There's no way to save yourself?! Even you..."
Nangong Jinsheng looked at Qing Kuang in shock, shaking his head in disbelief, unwilling to accept this cruel fact.
Behind him, a burst of messy footsteps sounded.
"Your Majesty, the leader of the Miao poison masters has been captured by us!"
The voice of a storm soldier sounded.
Everyone looked around and saw a dozen heavily armed soldiers with a dozen swords holding up a shambling black and thin Miao man with an extremely sinister and embarrassed expression and pushing him in front of the crowd.
Even though he was a prisoner, Fen Xin still had a ferocious look on his face and did not pay attention to everyone at all. However, the palm that was pierced by several sharp arrows was still dripping with blood, and he died with his other hand.
He pressed tightly and huddled in his arms.
There was silence, Qing Kuang and Ao Junxie looked at each other, their eyes just fell on Nangong Jinsheng.
With a bang, Nangong Jinsheng waved his hand and pulled out a long sword from a soldier's waist. The sharp tip of the sword went straight to Fen Xin's throat, prying up the Miao Jiang poison master's chin like a chicken.
With just a slight shock on his hand, Fen Xin was about to die immediately. At this moment, facing the furious Seventh Prince of Nanzhao, Fen Xin's arrogance just now disappeared.
"Hand over the antidote!"
Nangong Jinsheng burst out four words from between his teeth, low and short, and each word was as loud as an iron stake.
"No...no...ah!"
The sword flashed, Fen Xin had just said the word "no", and a terrifying black face was covered with blood on one side.
When everyone looked at it, one of his eyes had been gouged out by Nangong Jinsheng's sword. Fen Xin was so painful that he hurriedly covered the empty eye socket with one hand, but he didn't care about the other hand that was still bleeding.
Everyone watched with fear. The Seventh Prince of Nanzhao, who had always been in a gentle mood, had never shown such a cruel scene. The Nangong family's experience of being poisoned by Miao Xinjiang poisonous techniques had made the Seventh Prince of Nanzhao's character extremely abnormal at this moment.[
"Hand over the antidote!"
Nangong Jinsheng repeated it again.
"This...is really...not..."
Whoosh!
Another sword light passed by, and with a snap, something fell to the ground at Fen Xin's feet.
When he reacted, a sharp pain came from his wrist. The hand covering his eye socket had been chopped off by Nangong Jinsheng's sword.