So he was about to walk towards Qing Kuang to remind her again, but he heard an order from the square of Fengyun King City. Hundreds of thousands of troops were already marching towards the gate of Fengyun King City.
Moved.
Soon, Duanmu Xiu led hundreds of disciples from various sects in Fengyun Continent and came panting.
Immediately, he and Dongfang Mu joined the army of the Southern Expedition.
After the huge Fengyun army passed through the city gate, the ancient and extremely strong city gate slowly closed.
Ao Junxie turned back and glanced at the city gate, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: I hope this time is the last war on Fengyun Continent![
It is precisely because of this that he is determined to win this decisive battle with Miao Jiang and the Bright Temple!
The army marched slowly and stopped just after they walked out of the border on the outskirts of Fengyun Capital City.
While Aojun Xie was wondering, a flying knight came running from the front of the team:
"Why did the army stop advancing?"
Aojunxie asked loudly.
"Prince Qi, ahead... there is a group of people blocking the front. It seems that they have been waiting for Fengyun's army for a long time!"
"Oh? Is there such a thing?"
Ao Junxie frowned, and held the Red Dragon Sword in his hand tighter. After thinking about it, he still had no clue. He turned around and looked at Qing Kuang in confusion, but saw a faint smile on Qing Kuang's face, making an understatement.
typical:
"Don't worry, Your Majesty! The person coming here is a friend, not an enemy. He should be here to help!"
"Help?! This king has sent out all the useful and capable forces in Fengyun's country for this southern expedition. Could it be that... there are more powerful forces that will be forgotten by this king?"
Qing Kuang laughed and said:
"It may not be powerful, but it is of great use!"
Having said that, they rode forward together with Ao Junxie. In a short while, the two of them had reached the front of the army. In front of them, there stood a group of people dressed and dressed completely different from the local people in Fengyun.
A group of people.
The horses' hooves gradually stopped on the two of them, and their eyes stared for a long time at the young man in front of them who was dressed in rich clothes.
"Seventh Prince, are you waiting for my king's army when you appear here on the way?"
Ao Junxie's loud voice sounded. He looked directly at the young man at the head.
After five years of not seeing each other, Nangong Jinsheng has now transformed into a tall, strong, charming and mature man.
Nangong Jinsheng stepped forward, cupped his fists towards Aojunxie and said:
"Exactly! I and the Nanzhao ministers behind me boldly want to join the Fengyun army and do their part to regain the lost territory of Nanzhao!" [
When Nangong Jinsheng said this, his tone was calm and serious, and his expression was extremely solemn.
It seems that the five years of leisure time in the stormy capital did not make him forget his identity and waste his ambitions.
At this time, Aojunxie and Qingkuang noticed that Nangong Jinsheng's Nanzhao Crown Prince's attire still looked brand new.
In the past five years in Fengyun Capital, they had been working hard and willing to be civilians. But on this special day when the army set off, they paid attention to changing into the clothes of Nanzhao's monarchs and ministers.
To prove to the world that he is still a part of Nanzhao Kingdom!
Ao Junxie looked up and down at the seventh prince of Nanzhao in front of him, and said arrogantly:
"Do your part? Haha! In the past five years, many people have emerged in Fengyun Kingdom, and their mastery of spiritual power cultivation has already reached a higher level.