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Chapter 172 Killing the Emperor One Hundred and Fifty Months

And under the night, on the ground ignored by the Mongolian cavalry, a black cloud of smoke moved quickly close to the ground, spanning hundreds of feet in the blink of an eye.

That was Tang Xuanming who was extremely fast. He did not choose to run towards Xiangyang City. The place where they encountered the ambush was several miles away from Xiangyang City, and these miles were all open space without any obstruction.

Even if his martial arts cultivation is earth-shattering and surpasses that of everyone in this era, it is still impossible to cross this distance in an instant.

If the Mongolian cavalry was rushing towards them, it would still be a dead end.

Now he did the opposite, blending into the entire Mongolian army and quickly passing through countless gaps.

The target is directly at Meng Ge who is behind the army. Now that the assassination operation has been discovered tonight, it will be impossible to do such a thing in the future.

There is really no way for the Mongolian army to guard against the mysterious seducer, but there are countless ways to guard against a true martial arts master.

Therefore, today's assassination cannot be completed here. Tang Xuanming needs to change everything and naturally go straight to the source of the target.

After practicing till now, his strength is said to be the best in the world, and no one can refute it.

And everyone in Mongolia who can be beaten is dead. King Jinlun, who has the highest martial arts value, insists on going to the Central Plains to participate in some martial arts conference.

Now that he is here, Tang Xuanming, with the Song Dynasty's warm hospitality, of course cannot let him go easily, and has already invited his head to the Dauchi Palace for tea.

The few remaining masters in Mongolia, Nimoxing and Xiaoxiangzi, had all died in the sudden ambush just now.

They themselves are no match for people of the same level as the Five Jue of the Central Plains. Except for King Jinlun, who is a slight threat, the others are all scum.

Moreover, the threat of King Jinlun still comes more than ten years later, after he has completed the tenth level of Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu.

But none of them had that chance. A sudden battle caused them all to die outside Xiangyang City.

Nowadays, the Mongolian Emperor Meng Ge does not have a top martial arts master to protect him. His golden wolf guards are indeed the first-class warriors on the grassland, and each one of them is killed from the battlefield.

But for a martial arts master of Tang Xuanming's level, their presence or absence is just a fake thing.

It took Tang Xuanming half an hour to fight through an army spanning tens of thousands of people. He even took a bag of kumiss from a Mongolian soldier and drank it while walking. No one noticed him the whole time.

He kept staring at the high-flying flag and saw the luxuriously dressed Mongolian emperor.

After Genghis Khan unified the grasslands, he did not enjoy much and died in the battle.

On the contrary, his descendants have won countless honors and respect.

"call!"

Tang Xuanming breathed out gently and lifted his long hair from his ears.

He has been waiting for the Mongol emperor to arrive, but now that Meng Ge is here, there is no need to leave anymore.



In Xiangyang City, Guo Jing, wearing armor, stood at the top of the city. His eyes were bloodshot. He looked at Huang Yaoshi, Zhou Botong and others who had just returned from outside the city, and asked again: "Did you see the Privy Councilor walking into Mongolia?"

An army?”

"Yes."

Huang Yaoshi and Old Naughty Boy were both elders. Guo Jing could not directly ask them in a harsh tone, so he asked Yang Guo.

Yang Guo nodded solemnly and said: "We saw with our own eyes that the situation was urgent at that time, and the Privy Council took the initiative to cut off our rear. The open space that was several miles long made it impossible for him to use Qinggong to return. He was in front of tens of thousands of Mongolian troops.

Disappeared. According to our guess, he should have taken advantage of the chaos and integrated into the Mongolian army."

"Uncle Guo, please send troops to rescue him quickly."

Guo Jing looked serious and remained silent without answering.

The old naughty boy also said: "Brother Guo Xian, that privy councilor has mastered kung fu, especially the last jump up to a hundred feet high. I want to learn it, so please save him. If you don't save him, this kind of martial arts will be lost."

, what a pity that is.”

The old naughty boy hugged one of Guo Jing's arms and acted like a child.

He has this kind of character, he has always been like this with a pure heart, and he never cares about his status.

"His kung fu is astonishing and unparalleled in the world. Without him, the assassination operation would not be able to proceed at all. He is very important to us."

Huang Yaoshi also tried to persuade him, but he didn't say anything directly.

He was most aware of the difference between the Song Dynasty army and the Mongolian army.

There are now more than 200,000 troops outside the city, while Xiangyang City only has 100,000 troops. The strength of the Mongolian army itself is first-rate.

Even in one-on-one combat, the Song army did not dare to claim victory, let alone with such a huge difference in numbers.

"No, I can't give the order!"

Guo Jing's face was filled with determination under the firelight, and those who saw him wanted to speak.

"I can't let you, one hundred thousand Song Dynasty men, die like this."

Guo Jing turned his face away, clenched his fists tightly, and stared at the handsome flag flying high outside the city.

That was the flag representing Emperor Mengge. It was that flag that allowed the morale of the Mongolian army to be maintained without collapse.

"Why? If the Privy Councilor and the Heavenly Man died here, everything that is now glorious will be destroyed."

Yang Guo was puzzled, even angry.

Guo Jing just remained silent. Now he rushed out with an army of 100,000 and abandoned the thick city wall. This would only completely eliminate the advantage of the Song Dynasty and usher in the most disastrous defeat.

Huang Yaoshi thought for a moment in silence and suddenly said: "Perhaps things are not as bad as we thought. The strength of that heavenly being is astonishing. I dare not say that it is unprecedented, at least it is unprecedented. He will not die so easily.

Among the Mongol army."

"Even if he makes aggressive moves, we must be prepared."

Huang Yaoshi thought of Tang Xuanming's resolute face in the past, and couldn't help but have an extremely shocking thought in his heart. He couldn't help but look up at the handsome flag in the Mongolian army.

The aura representing the Mongolian Emperor was still fluttering in the wind, flying high, which made Huang Yaoshi shake his head, trying hard to get rid of the crazy thoughts in his mind, and get rid of the thoughts that he still couldn't control.

"Did he go to assassinate Meng Ge?"

He had never had such an idea before the war started.

But now, after seeing Tang Xuanming's inhuman strength, he had such a shocking idea.

Yang Guo himself was a smart man. Seeing Huang Yaoshi's unusual behavior, he couldn't help but raise his head and glance in that direction. Suddenly, he said in shock: "Did the Heavenly Man go to assassinate Brother Meng?"

Guo Jing suddenly raised his head and stared in the direction of Meng Ge's flag outside the city. He called a deputy general and said: "Go down and tell all the cavalry in the city to be prepared. Once chaos breaks out in the Mongolian army..."


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