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Chapter 580 : The Finale: The Battle Begins (2)

But at this moment, based on his understanding of Fengyun Kingdom and Ao Junxie, he already had some vague premonitions in his heart.

"Tell your Nanzhao warriors to lay in ambush and be prepared. Maybe this will be a key battlefield!"

Nangong Jinsheng gave a cold command, and then looked into the distance again.

At the gate of the capital city of Nanzhao, there is a powerful Fengyun army. The main gate is led by Aojunxie himself, and the gate on one side is led by the ancient martial arts experts from the evil land, led by Wu Mian.

On the other side is the Hurricane Mercenary Group, led by the best of the sect disciples who have gathered at the Feng Family in the past five years and were introduced by Duanmu Xiu.[

There are super strong masters at the three city gates, coupled with the large number of people. In comparison, in the capital of Nanzhao, the tribesmen of Fenhun and Miaojiang, as well as the hundreds of warriors of the Bright Temple, have less power.

It seems much thinner.

After leaving the nest of Miao Jiang and Guangming Temple in the mountains, in a flat and open land, the powerful Fengyun Kingdom army exerted its power to the extreme. Soon, the forces of Miao Jiang and Guangming Temple in the city became difficult to control.

Tired of running for my life.

With a loud bang at the front door, the solid and heavy gate at the entrance to the capital city was instantly shattered into pieces.

In an instant, the stormy army poured into the capital of Nanzhao like a tide.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the Miao tribesmen rushed to deal with it. Soon, they started a fierce battle with Ao Junxie's Fengyun army.

On the side, Qing Kuang looked around and saw one of the tens of thousands of Miao people in colorful clothing. His face and arms were covered with strange tattoos.

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His appearance and facial features were all somewhat similar to Fen Xin, the elder poison master who killed the Nanzhao royal family in the past. He immediately pointed at the leader of the Miao Jiang poison master and said:

"That person must be the Great Protector of Miao Territory, Burning Soul!"

After hearing this, Aojunxie ran out of the crowd with the red dragon sword in hand. He looked directly at Fenhun and said:

"I would like to see how Miao Jiang's strength has changed after these five years!"

After saying that, he picked up his sword and went straight to Burning Soul. Unexpectedly, just halfway through, a bright light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. When he looked again, hundreds of warriors from the Bright Temple had gathered together to form a wall.

An unbreakable human wall stood in front of Ao Junxie.

If you look closely, you will see that there is a special blue mark on the white robe of each temple warrior.

Ao Junxie slowly raised the ancient red dragon sword in his hand. The figure behind him swayed, and Qing Kuang was already holding the Xian Mo Qin, standing next to him.

"My lord, be careful! These people should be high-ranking warriors in the Temple of Light!"

Qing Kuang's eyes fell on the blue marks on the hundreds of white-robed warriors in front, and he told Ao Junxie with a stern expression.

At this moment, above the two people's heads, countless huge black poisonous bees roared towards them, covering the sky like dark clouds.

This is exactly the poisonous substance released by Fenhun and the poison masters in Miao territory.

It seems that the Miao Jiang and the warriors of the Temple of Light have already cooperated very tacitly. The white-robed warriors act as melee human shields in the front, while the Miao poison masters are just behind to use their poison techniques! [

Two crisp strings sounded!

The surrounding air also made a distorted crackling sound, and in an instant, dozens of sound blades flew out from Qing Kuang's fingertips.

Suddenly, the black clouds let out continuous screams, and the huge swarms of poisonous bees above their heads were cut into pieces by the sharp and invisible sound blades, and they fell like dust like rain.

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