Since Yu Xia, China has not been so lost.

Generally speaking, if the Jingshi is broken and the emperor is captured, the country will basically be destroyed, and the remnants of the force will be passed on.

Like now, the emperor who surrendered repeatedly edicted all places to surrender, but all places did not listen to orders, and still resisted to the death, preferring to support the clan to continue to resist the Yuan and establish a regime in exile.

The Mongol army slaughtered the city all the way, and the exiled court retreated again and again, and they all retreated to the sea, and they still refused to give in.

It's a pity that no matter how unwilling they are, they can't control the rise and fall of the world.

When a monarch dies, another emperor dies, and then a young emperor is established.

Now that the young emperor is dead again, Zhang Shijie doesn't want to give up yet, even if he knows very well in his heart that the general trend is like this, Zhao Song is not saved, but he still wants to break through and find another Zhao family to resist the Yuan.

However, the tide of Yashan pushed him towards the enemy army like that rolling momentum, and this last providence completely shattered the trace of luck in his heart.

Providence is so, what can I do?

This was the last moment of Lu Shen in Shenzhou, the second when the Great Song Dynasty was so dead that he couldn't die anymore, but unexpectedly, the number of days changed!

Zhang Shijie found that he was not abandoned by heaven, on the contrary, it was the will of heaven that let him take charge of the artifact and pacify the enemy.

The sword in his hand mutated on the spot, like a divine help, majestic and mighty, covering mountains and rivers, teaching heaven and earth to change color.

In this desperate situation, how could Zhang Shijie not think about it? In an instant, the shadows of the previous emperors brushed through his heart, and at this moment, he felt that he was not alone, and above the clouds, there must be ancestors and ancestors, and all the gods and Buddhas would help each other.

"Who can stop me!"

Zhang Shijie came back to his senses, roared with his sword, and the green tendons on his head burst out, looking like crazy!

"Ahhh

"Kill!"

As soon as Zhang Shijie slashed down with his sword, he saw that the dark clouds in the sky shattered on the spot! As if the sword intent alone had great power, his sword intent split through the sky and ran through the sky, causing a huge sword mark to appear on the thick dark clouds.

"Boom!"

The sword itself was only three feet long, but it burst out with three zhang sword qi, directly cutting off a warship that was blocking in front of Zhang Shijie.

The sea stirred up a monstrous wave, and swept away countless boats, directly teaching thousands of warships to reject and open a way.

Dozens of Mongolian soldiers were shocked from the broken boat, and countless Mongolian soldiers jumped into the sea in a panic and swam desperately towards the shore.

But now it was high tide, and the sea tide was continuous, and many Mongolian troops with bad water quality dragged each other and drowned like the martyred Song army.

"Ahhh

"Run!"

"Song Jun has ghosts and gods to help!"

Where have they seen sword qi, and where have they seen such divine might?

A sword breaks through the clouds, splits the sea, and cuts off the boat, teaching people to know that this sword is by no means stoppable by man! I will definitely die!

Countless Mongolian soldiers cried and cried out, some rushed ashore with the help of the waves, and some were so frightened that they jumped into the sea but drowned.

On a high platform with a handsome flag standing on the shore, Zhang Hongfan, the marshal of the Mongolian army, looked at the earth-shattering figure on the sea with a dejected expression, and his sword in his hand was shattering the sky and the sea, and he couldn't help despairing.

"The world of Zhao and Song is dead, how can I get God's help?"

"Isn't it the will of heaven that is endless?"

He watched the rout of the Mongolian army in a daze, and the invincible army that had dominated the world was like a defeated dog, throwing away his armor and fleeing with rolling and crawling.

Morale collapsed directly to the freezing point.

"I don't believe it! Dayuan swept the world and destroyed countless countries, how could he be the lord of the world...... How could it be ......?"

Zhang Hongfan forcibly took a breath, wanting to draw his sword and give the order to reorganize the collapsed army.

But the sword in his hand only pulled out three inches, and he froze, feeling that under that sword intent, ten thousand swords bowed down!

This sword is in front, and there is no sword in the world.

"How dare I draw my sword before Him?"

Zhang Hongfan was instantly frightened, as if he had a feeling of dying out!

Frightened, he suddenly thrust back the sword blade that had just come out of the three inches, and threw away the sword in his hand like an electric shock.

And he saw that his royal sword trembled incessantly on the ground, and then with a crisp sound, it actually broke itself!

"God...... The power of Excalibur, and even that?"

Zhang Hongfan couldn't stop trembling, terrified.

Seeing Zhang Shijie on the sea again, he raised his sword again, and he had already broken through more than 400 Mongolian ships and killed them on the shore.

The moment the Excalibur came ashore, the waves behind him were high, like seeing the waves, the wind and clouds in the sky, and the sound of the wind and waves was like a ghost crying and howling.

Zhang Shijie swept with a sword, and the air made an overwhelmed sound, as if the heavenly prince was roaring angrily.

Fortunately, the sword qi was only three zhang, and this sword only swept away the military tents of the camp on the shore, and the Mongolian army ran too fast, and no one died.

But the defeat was like a mountain, and there were many Mongolian troops who died in trampling and cannibalism, and they were already panicked like lost dogs.

Defeat by one man and one sword.

"Marshal, run!" There are also pro-soldiers with a conscience, and at this critical moment, they do not forget to pull Zhang Hongfan to escape and protect him in the chaos of the army.

"Withdraw...... Withdraw ......" Zhang Hongfan let out all his strength and let himself be dragged by his own soldiers.

There are more than 70 Song soldiers beside Zhang Shijie, and their morale is like a rainbow at the moment, although they are also very afraid of Zhang Shijie and distance themselves from him, but because they are Zhang Shijie's subordinates, they are not scared to run away, but with the help of this might, they are eating spears and frantically chasing and killing the Mongolian army.

This battle was fought with the wind, and it was hard to be killed by these more than 70 people, and they covered up the Mongolian army all the way, and it was useless to kill the enemy.

Zhang Shijie was also afraid of injuring his own people by mistake, so he rarely swung his sword after going ashore, but was just looking for the figure of Zhang Hongfan, the marshal of the Mongolian army.

"Zhang Hongfan is there! The one in the red robe is!" Song Bing shouted when he saw it.

Zhang Shijie immediately opened his hair, raised his sword to look, and searched the crowd.

Frightened, Zhang Hongfan hurriedly took off his red robe and hid among his own soldiers.

However, he is not Cao Cao, and the enemy is much more terrifying than Ma Chao.

"Brothers, get out of the way!" Seeing Zhang Hongfan, Zhang Shijie raised his sword and shouted: "The thief is killed!"

"Zhang Shijie, Zhao Mengqin is here, do you dare to kill the clan!"

Seeing Zhang Shijie rushing a few steps, he was about to swing a sword, which was already within three zhang, Zhang Hongfan's heart was terrified to the extreme, and there was only one thought: This sword is down, I will definitely die!

In despair, he suddenly saw Jiang Cheng, who was fleeing with the chaotic army, and hurriedly pounced on him, pressed Jiang Cheng to the ground, and took it as a hostage.

Jiang Cheng faced the mighty sword, he trembled, and his heart was cold.

When he saw this great change, he happened to flee with the defeated army, and when no one cared about him, he secretly left.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Hongfan looked at it squarely, and held it directly in his hand, threatening Zhang Shijie.

Jiang Chengxin said, isn't this nonsense! Everyone has become immortals! With a sword in hand, I have it all over the world. The clan that still cares about a fart.

He was also terrified, and only felt that he was going to be hanged by the sword qi.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Shijie heard his name and exclaimed: "But the Hezhou clan, Jiangxi recruited the Governor's Mansion, and Zhao Mengchao under the command of Prime Minister Wen Cheng?"

Jiang Cheng looked at him, not knowing what he was talking about!

"He hasn't seen you! I'll teach you how to say it...... "Mo Qian's side is ready to come, but this containment is too fierce, and it is naturally best to deal with Zhang Shijie by gentle means.

Zhang Shijie didn't sweep the sword regardless of it, and it seemed that there was some talk.

Jiang Cheng got the instructions, and immediately said with a strange accent: "Meng Wei is dead, the young master doesn't have to care about me, I was defeated and captured with the prime minister, the young master should kill the tartar commander quickly and save the prime minister!"

After saying that, Jiang Cheng is going to cry, if the god dies, he will die, I want to live!

Zhang Shijie saw that he was excited, and said that he was preparing to be righteous, so his accent was a little deformed.

I saw that he was really hesitant, and the sword qi was not triggered: "The Son of the World is unparalleled, and the humble duty will protect you!"

Then he shouted angrily at Zhang Hongfan: "Providence is here, teach you to be defeated, and you won't be captured?"

Jiang Cheng looked at Zhang Shijie in a daze, and said in his heart that he really wanted to save himself?

"Loyal minister!" Jiang Cheng felt for the first time that this kind of die-hard loyalty was so cute.

With this divine sword, what Meng Yuan, what Zhao Song, what do you care about it?

But Zhang Shizhong cares, until this point, he still has to serve the Zhao family!

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