The world's number one female killer: waste confuses the world

On the side, Nangong Jinsheng was secretly pleasantly surprised after hearing Fen Xin's embarrassing report.

He didn't expect that after a few years, Ao Junxie was far from the arrogant Prince Ao he was at the beginning, but had enough resourcefulness and judgment.

If Nanzhao and Fengyun can overcome this difficulty, they will surely form an alliance...

On the high platform, surrounded by all white-clothed warriors, the eyes of the bald holy king finally moved away from Qingkuang's body, glanced lightly at the direction of the city gate in the distance, sighed, and said:

"Needless to say! I've expected such an outcome! Fen Xin, you throw the two female family members of the Nangong royal family down first!"

If they don't work hard, you will throw a prince down every once in a while! "

These words came out of the mouth of the holy king, unexpectedly casually, like a common meal, it can be seen how worthless the life of a mortal is in his eyes.

After Fen Xin listened, an evil and strange smile appeared on his face.

"Obey, Holy King!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and strode towards the city gate.

Nangong Jinsheng listened to the conversation between the two, gritted his teeth with hatred, and was about to rush towards the other party. Just after he took two steps, white shadows flickered around him, and there were already five or six long swords around his neck.

"The bald holy king! You devil, the most despicable and sinister person in the world! You are in vain the descendant of the ancient strong man, dressed in a luxurious white robe, but you have committed such a sinister and shameless deed!"

Nangong Jinsheng yelled at the Holy King, but the other party seemed to turn a deaf ear, his face was expressionless, and he didn't even look at Nangong Jinsheng.

Qing Kuang stepped forward, pulled Nangong Jinsheng back, and said calmly:

"Don't waste your energy! The Temple of Light has already lost its humanity!"

Nangong Jinsheng retreated to his original place in grief and indignation, his heart hurt like a knife.

In the direction of the city gate, there are bursts of killing sounds, the sound of swordsmen, and screams can be heard endlessly, the sky is full of flames, and the smoke is densely covered. In the vagueness, you can still smell the rotten breath of the plague technique of Miaojiang...

Everything was suffering from anxiety. Nangong Jinsheng was restrained by heavy soldiers, and he was anxious and restless.

In Qingkuang's heart, although she is also worried about Ao Junxie's safety at this moment, she knows that the more this is the case, the less she can teach the Holy King to see the fear and weakness in her heart. And wait.

After half an hour.Behind everyone, there was another sound of messy footsteps, stumbling.

It seems that it is much more embarrassing than last time.

Fen Xin was ashamed, out of breath, and threw himself in front of the Holy King, and said in horror:

"Holy King...it's not good! Aojunxie...the Fengyun army is about to break through the city gate and enter the capital of Nanzhao!

If a large army floods in and the scene becomes chaotic, those Nanzhao soldiers and civilians, I'm afraid... the small ones will no longer be able to control it! "[

An imperceptible trace of anger flashed across the face of the Holy King, and soon became serious again.

"Could it be that the soldiers defending the city of Nanzhao have no ability to stop them? Isn't there a lineup of dozens of poison masters in your Miaojiang!"

"Yes... Yes! But... the Holy King, I don't know why, the arrogant and evil army is not small against the poisonous art of my Miaojiang people today, it seems to be prepared, a little doubt, They already have antidote in their army..."

"what?!"

The Holy King couldn't hold back anymore, and stood up with a hoot.

"The antidote?..."