A coquettish blood flower bloomed, and when Tang Xuanming pulled out the slender Tianwen from Meng Ge's chest, the Mongolian emperor still looked in disbelief.
But Tang Xuanming's leisurely expression was gone. He lowered his head in astonishment and looked at his chest. At the heart where no one could see, the golden dragon on his chest suddenly turned black and let out a loud dragon roar.
Suddenly, Tang Xuanming seemed to see the Eternal Emperor wearing a black dragon robe smiling at him and saying two words that shocked him extremely.
"Yanhuang!"
Then it shattered into countless light spots. The golden dragon that had been in Tang Xuanming's heart opened its eyes that had been closed, majestic and domineering.
The originally golden scales all turned into black.
"Protect the Khan!"
"Kill the assassin!"
"Escort! 扌..."
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The screams and roars stopped mid-sentence. The Golden Wolf guards watched the weird man wearing a ghost mask cut off the Khan's head with a sword. Blood rushed from the soles of his feet to his mind. Their faces turned red and they rushed towards him crazily.
Tang Xuanming.
After the divine dragon inside his body suddenly turned black, Tang Xuanming felt extremely relaxed, as if he had escaped some kind of imprisonment, and even his breathing became lighter.
At this moment, he didn't have the chance to appreciate the situation inside his body. He punched the flag flying high next to him, and the flag representing the Mongolian emperor groaned and fell down.
The golden wolf guards rushed forward crazily, but they couldn't even catch the corner of Tang Xuanming's clothes. With a wailing sound, Tang Xuanming pointed his sword at the neck of the golden dragon wolf guard closest to him, and kicked two others away who were close to him.
The prairie warriors looked back at Xiangyang City in the distance.
Moreover, among the army, the news of Meng Ge's death spread extremely quickly.
The commotion caused by Tang Xuanming made many Mongolian soldiers turn around. In their eyes, the flag representing Emperor Mengge slowly fell down.
Immediately there was a wailing that shook the earth.
"Khan!"
Tang Xuanming had no expression on his face and didn't even intend to retreat.
He began to recall Gai Nie's swordsmanship in his mind, and began to practice swordsmanship among tens of thousands of troops.
In the world of Mingyue in the Qin Dynasty, he had too little time to practice swordsmanship. After learning the Ant King Method, he was gifted with a photographic memory.
However, he cannot be completely proficient in various complicated sword skills in a short period of time. He needs enough time to polish them.
But now among the rebellious army, it is the best opportunity to hone your sword skills.
In the eyes of the Golden Wolf Guards, the speed of the unpredictable ghost-faced man's sword swing had obviously slowed down, and his figure was no longer as ethereal as before.
They looked at each other, gritted their teeth and rushed forward. The Mongol emperor was dead, but his bodyguard was not dead. Their families would receive extremely terrible punishment.
And as long as they die here, they will still be the warriors of the grassland, and their descendants will still receive excellent treatment.
If they can kill the assassin here, they will still have great merit.
But the mysterious man with the ghostly mask swung his sword very slowly, but it was just enough to get stuck in their vital points, throats, hearts, eyes...
A seemingly light sword can always take the life of a prairie warrior.
There was no distance at all among the rebels, and the most ferocious cavalry had no way to charge because the horses couldn't accelerate.
But even if they did not launch a charge, the prairie warriors were still first-class warriors. They waved their swords and rushed towards Tang Xuanming.
But some prairie warriors were retreating silently, which was the order of the lord of the prairie tribe.
As the nominal owner of the grassland, Emperor Mengge, died in battle, Mengge's guards desperately wanted to kill the assassin, but the various grassland lords began to retreat on their own initiative.
Without the most prestigious Meng Ge, they were unwilling to lose the people of their tribe here.
Tens of thousands of troops were in chaos, no longer as orderly and coherent as before.
And because Tang Xuanming was blocking their way back, they were unable to retreat from the front, but they were frantically attacking Tang Xuanming from the back. A lot of corpses piled up at Tang Xuanming's feet in the blink of an eye.
The majestic and turbulent internal force circulates among the limbs and bones, and he starts breathing according to the familiar Mohist breathing method between the mouth and nose.
Anyone who normally practices the Mohist breathing and breathing method would not dare to use internal energy to restore internal strength at this time.
Because on a chaotic battlefield, once your mind goes astray, your inner breath may become chaotic at any time, and you may end up going crazy.
However, after Tang Xuanming entered the Ant King Method, his body was so powerful that it was not like a human being. Even if the internal energy was rushing around in the body, he would not suffer much damage. At most, the recovery speed of the internal energy would become extremely slow.
But his movements are slow and long, and do not consume much internal energy. If he continues like this, he can kill until dawn.
Coupled with his monster-like physical strength, as long as no one can break his defense, he can keep fighting here.
Theoretically, he could keep fighting here.
Of course, that's actually impossible.
"when!"
Tang Xuanming stabbed a knight through with his sword, and blood spurted out all over the floor.
A small hill had been piled up around him, not of soil, but of corpses.
He has been fighting here for a full quarter of an hour.
Woo! Woo! Woo!
When the horn sounded in Xiangyang City, a smile appeared on Tang Xuanming's lips. Finally, he no longer cherished his inner strength, and powerful sword energy spurted out, splitting the group of people in front of him in half.
Ta-ta-ta!
The most familiar sound of charging horses sounded in the ears of all the cavalry. They did not have the excitement of the past, but some were afraid.
Because this time it was the Song Dynasty people who charged towards them, with tens of thousands of war horses united in a crazy charge.
Only the cavalry could deal with the cavalry on the battlefield, but that was when the two groups of cavalry began to charge.
When a group of cavalry stopped in place and was hit by another group of charging cavalry, it was like a hot knife cutting into the snow, instantly cutting into it.
"kill!"
When the familiar accent of the Song Dynasty reached Tang Xuanming's ears, he couldn't help but smile.
A majestic sword energy bloomed from his hand, and the prairie warriors within a ten-foot radius fell like wheat.
The Mongolian cavalry that used to kill the Song Dynasty to the point of crying for their fathers and mothers turned into wailing weepers this time, and all the Mongolian warriors were running away like crazy.
Some grassland lords tried their best to organize a resistance, but without the orders of the Mongolian Emperor Meng Ge, they could not raise many troops at all. Except for the grassland people from his tribe, no one would obey his orders.
Tang Xuanming knew that the Song Dynasty won this battle. After the founding of the country, the Song Dynasty finally won a foreign war and was no longer as defeated as before.
Tang Xuanming did not take the opportunity to integrate into the army, so he returned to Xiangyang City to live his happy life, killed a Mongolian cavalry, mounted his war horse, and started a crazy pursuit.
A defeat of 300,000 troops in one battle would not be a big deal. If you want to truly reverse the situation between the Song Dynasty and Mongolia bit by bit, you must kill and injure the effective forces of Mongolia as much as possible.