"Poof!"

A bewitching blood flower bloomed, and when Tang Xuanming pulled out the slender Tianwen from Meng Ge's chest, the Mongolian emperor still looked incredulous.

And Tang Xuanming's leisurely expression was not there, he looked down in astonishment, looking at his chest, where the heart was where everyone couldn't see, the golden divine dragon on his chest suddenly turned black, and let out a loud dragon groan.

Suddenly, Tang Xuanming seemed to see the Emperor of the Ages who was wearing a black dragon robe smiling at him, and said two words that shocked him incomparably.

"Yan Huang!"

Then it shattered into countless points of light, and the divine dragon, which had been in Tang Xuanming's heart all along, opened its eyes that had been closed, majestic and domineering.

And the original golden scales have all turned black.

"Protect the Khan!"

"Kill the Assassin!"

"Escort......!

......

The screams and roars stopped in the middle of speaking, and the golden wolf guards watched the strange man with the grimace mask cut off the Khan's head with a sword, and blood rushed from the soles of his feet to his mind, his face turned red, and he frantically pounced on Tang Xuanming.

And after the divine dragon in his body suddenly turned black, Tang Xuanming only felt extremely relaxed, as if he had gotten rid of some kind of confinement, and even breathed two points briskly.

At such a moment, he didn't have a chance to take a closer look at the situation in his body, and with a fist hammer on the flag flying high next to him, the flag representing the Mongolian emperor fell down with a groan.

The golden wolf guard rushed forward frantically, but he couldn't even catch the corner of Tang Xuanming's clothes, and in the wail, Tang Xuanming pointed a sword at the neck of a golden dragon wolf guard closest to him, kicked two grassland warriors close to him, and looked back at Xiangyang City.

Moreover, in the army, the news of Möngke's death spread at an extremely fast speed.

The commotion caused by Tang Xuanming here made many Mongolian soldiers turn around, and in their expectant eyes, the banner representing Emperor Meng Ge slowly fell.

Immediately, there was an earth-shaking wail.

"Khan!"

Tang Xuanming's face was expressionless, and he didn't even plan to retreat.

He began to recall Gai Nie's swordsmanship in his mind, and began to practice swords among the tens of thousands of troops.

In Qin Shi Mingyue's world, he had too little time to practice swords, and after the introduction of the Ant Emperor Method, he was extremely talented and unforgettable.

But all kinds of complex swordsmanship is not something he can fully master in a short period of time, and he needs enough time to polish it.

And now in the midst of the chaos, it is the best opportunity to hone your swordsmanship.

And in the eyes of the golden wolf guard, and the unpredictable ghost-faced man's sword swinging speed was obviously slowed down, and his figure was no longer as ethereal as before.

They looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and all rushed forward, the Mongol emperor was dead, but as their bodyguard, they did not die, and their families would be punished extremely terrible.

And as long as they die here, they will still be warriors of the grassland, and their descendants will still be treated excellently.

If they were able to slay the Assassins here, they would still have a great deal of merit.

But the speed at which the mysterious man with the grimace mask swung his sword was obviously not fast, but it was just enough to get stuck in their vital points, throat, heart, and eyes......

It looks like a light sword, but it can always take the life of a steppe warrior.

There was no distance in the midst of the chaos, and the fiercest cavalry could not charge at all, because the horses could not accelerate.

But even if they didn't charge, the grassland warriors were still first-class warriors, and they swung their broadswords and rushed towards Tang Xuanming one after another.

But some of the steppe warriors were silently retreating, and that was the order of the lord of the steppe tribe.

With the death of Emperor Möngke, the nominal owner of the grassland, Möngke's guards desperately tried to kill the assassin, but the various prairie lords began to retreat on their own initiative.

Without the most prestigious Möngke, they were not willing to lose their tribesmen here.

Tens of thousands of troops were in disarray, and there was no longer the neatness and coherence of the past.

And because Tang Xuanming was blocking their back road, the front road wanted to retreat but couldn't, but the back road frantically pounced on Tang Xuanming, and a large pile of corpses piled up at Tang Xuanming's feet in a blink of an eye.

The majestic and turbulent internal force operated between the limbs and hundreds of remains, and between the mouth and nose began to breathe according to the familiar Mohist breathing method.

Anyone who normally practices the Mohist Breathing and Breathing Method would not dare to run the internal strength at this time and restore the internal strength.

Because on the chaotic battlefield, once the mind deviates, the internal breath may go chaotic at any time, and then it will be the end of going mad.

But Tang Xuanming's physique is so strong that he is not like a human being, even if the internal force is running around in the body, he will not suffer much damage, at most, the speed of internal force recovery will become extremely slow.

But his movements are slow and long, and the internal force consumed is not much, so if it continues like this, he can kill until dawn.

With his monstrous physical strength, as long as no one can break his defenses, he can continue to fight here.

Theoretically, he could keep fighting here.

Of course, in practice that's not possible.

"Dang!"

Tang Xuanming stabbed a knight through the horse with a sword, and the thin blood sprayed all over the ground.

A small hill had been piled up around him, not dirt, but corpses.

He's been fighting here for a quarter of an hour.

Woo!

When the horn sounded in Xiangyang City, a smile appeared on the corner of Tang Xuanming's mouth, and finally he no longer cherished his internal strength, and a strong sword qi erupted, splitting the group of people in front of him in half.

Click!

The most familiar sound of the charge of war horses sounded in the ears of all the cavalry, and they did not have the excitement of the past, but some of them were afraid.

Because this time it was the Great Song people who charged at them, and tens of thousands of war horses were connected into one, and they were crazy to impact.

Only cavalry on the battlefield could deal with cavalry, but that was when both teams of cavalry began to charge.

When a group of cavalry stopped in place and was touched by another group of charging cavalry, it was like a hot knife cutting into the snow, cutting into it in an instant.

"Kill!"

When the familiar Da Song accent came into Tang Xuanming's ears, he couldn't help but smile.

A majestic sword aura bloomed from his hand, and the grassland warriors with a radius of ten zhang fell like wheat.

In the past, the Mongolian cavalry who killed the Great Song Dynasty to cry for their father and mother became wailing and weeping this time, and all the Mongolian warriors were running frantically.

There are steppe lords who try their best to organize a rebellion, but without the orders of the Mongol emperor Möngke, there are not many troops under him, and no one will obey his orders except for the steppe people from his tribe.

Tang Xuanming knew that this battle was won by the Great Song Dynasty, and after the founding of the Great Song Dynasty, he finally won a foreign war, and he was no longer as defeated as in the past.

Tang Xuanming did not take the opportunity to integrate into the army, so he returned to Xiangyang City to live his free life, killed a Mongolian cavalryman, rode a war horse, and began a crazy pursuit.

The 300,000 army will not be hurt if it loses a battle, and if it wants to really reverse the situation between the Great Song Dynasty and Mongolia little by little, it is necessary to kill and injure the living forces of Mongolia as much as possible.