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

In her mind, the memory of her mother kept flashing, and the string of simple and mysterious necklace flashed. Now, it was on her chest, but she couldn't use even the slightest bit of its power.

The continuous loss of blood made her breathing extremely heavy and weak, making her vision blurred, and all the sounds beside her ears had been extinguished, only groups of shadows of different colors were constantly moving. Struggling, falling, bleeding, melting...

She saw Nangong Lie receive Fenxin's palm full of black mist, his body flew out heavily, and he fell to the ground with black blood dripping from his mouth.

The grief-stricken Nanzhao princes launched a desperate attack on Fen Xin and dozens of Miao Jiang poison masters.

However, they are too young after all, and they are no match for the insidious, sophisticated, and powerful poison masters of Miaojiang. In her maddened eyes, she saw the princes of Nanzhao fall down one by one...

When the last prince with a familiar figure was about to rush forward again, she exhausted her last bit of strength, plucked the strings, and issued a swift and invisible sound blade, and then, her eyes went dark, and she collapsed.

In a daze, he heard a pair of heavy footsteps approaching his dying body, bent down, and stretched out a hand towards his neck...

Qingkuang knew that it was the figure of the Holy King approaching, and her heart tightened suddenly, her palms subconsciously protected her neck, trying to do her last bit of strength to prevent Biluo Huangquan from falling into the hands of the Holy King, even though she knew that this All in vain.

The moment the holy king's palm, which still had the radiance of spiritual power, touched his body, suddenly a strong air current came from the maddened ears.

It was a powerful force brought about by violent blasting and destruction, but in an instant, the palm of the Holy King that had just touched his neck was withdrawn suddenly like an electric shock.

Ao Junxie has entered the city!

At the last moment, when they had completely lost their resistance and let themselves be mermaids, the Fengyun army broke into the Nanzhao capital with the Chilong artifact in hand!

Thousands of well-armed and well-equipped Fengyun troops poured into the capital of Nanzhao like a flood that burst a dike.

In the city, all those Nanzhao soldiers who had lost all hope, seemed to see the magic soldiers descending from the sky, and their fighting spirit was ignited again.

Bows, arrows, knives and guns were all stained with stars of spiritual power, filled with the anger of the Nanzhao people, and swept towards the warriors of the Guangming Temple whose hands and white robes had already been stained with blood.

Hundreds of thousands of stormy troops filled the capital of Nanzhao in an instant, plus tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians of Nanzhao fought back. The spearheads of the two forces aimed at the Guangming Temple and the area of ​​Miaojiang at the same time. A small group of foreign evildoers swallowed them up like a vast ocean.

Fen Xin was so frightened by the scene in front of him that he was dumbfounded, but just when he raised his hand, three or four sharp arrows had already pierced his black and sinister palm, and the intense pain made him howl like ghosts and wolves. Call.

Beside him, in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen Miaojiang people had fallen down one after another.

Knowing that the situation was very bad, Fen Xin no longer had the intention to use poisonous techniques, and looked towards the Holy King in a blink of an eye.

Just as he was about to ask for help, he suddenly discovered that the disciples of the Guangming Temple were already frantically resisting the attack of the stormy Nanzhao army soldiers, and at the same time retreated towards the gate that had entered the city earlier.