Blue and White Society Chapter 586: Unstoppable Sword Power

Since Yu Xia, China has not suffered such a loss.

Generally speaking, when the capital is destroyed and the emperor is captured, the country is basically subjugated, and it depends on the remnant forces.

Unlike now, the emperor who surrendered ordered many places to surrender, but all places refused to listen to the order, and still resisted to the death, preferring to help the clan continue to resist the Yuan Dynasty and establish a regime in exile.

The Mongolian army slaughtered the city all the way, and the imperial court in exile retreated again and again, and they all retreated to the sea, and they were unyielding to death.

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

When one emperor dies, another emperor is established; when an emperor dies, a young emperor is established.

Now that the young emperor died again, Zhang Shijie didn't want to give up at all, even though he knew very well in his heart that the general situation was such that Zhao Song was hopeless, but he still wanted to break through and find another Zhao family to fight against Yuan.

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

It's God's will, what can I do?

This was the last moment of Shenzhou Lu Chen, the second when Da Song had died beyond hope, but unexpectedly the number of days has changed! Artifact born!

Zhang Shijie discovered that he was not abandoned by heaven, on the contrary, it was God's will for him to hold the divine weapon and wipe out the enemies.

The sword in his hand mutated on the spot, as if aided by a god.

In this desperate situation, how can Zhang Shijie not think too much? In an instant, the shadows of the previous emperors passed by in his heart. At this moment, he felt that he was not alone. Above the sky, there must be ancestors, gods and Buddhas to help.

"Who can stop me!"

Zhang Shijie came back to his senses, shouted with his sword in his hands, the veins on his head popped up, and he looked crazy!

"Ahhh!" Dozens of soldiers behind him roared hysterically, their morale soaring.

"Kill!"

Zhang Shijie slashed down with his sword, and the dark clouds in the sky collapsed on the spot! It seems that just the sword intent has great power. Its sword intent splits the sky and penetrates the sky, causing a huge sword mark to appear vertically and horizontally on the thick dark clouds.

Boom!

The sword itself was only about three feet long, but it burst out with a three-foot sword energy, which directly cut off a warship blocking Zhang Shijie.

The sea created huge waves, which drove away countless boats, until thousands of warships repelled and opened a way.

Dozens of Mongolian soldiers were blown away from the wrecked ship, and countless more Mongolian soldiers jumped into the sea in panic and swam desperately toward the shore.

But now it is high tide, and the sea tide is continuous. Many Mongolian troops with poor water quality dragged each other down and drowned like the martyred Song army.

"Ahhh!"

"Run!"

"Song Jun has ghosts and gods to help!"

Where have they seen sword energy, and where have they seen such divine power?

A single sword cuts through the clouds, splits the sea, cuts off the boats, and teaches people to know: this sword is definitely not unstoppable by human power! I must die!

Countless Mongolian troops retreated crying, some of them washed ashore with the help of the waves, some jumped into the sea in fright but were drowned.

On a high platform with a commander's flag on the shore, Zhang Hongfan, Marshal of the Mongolian Army, looked pale and dejectedly looked at the terrifying figure on the sea.

"Zhao Song's world is dead, how can we get help from God?"

"Isn't God's will never ending Yan Han?"

He stared blankly at the defeat of the Mongolian army. The invincible army that once ruled the world, panicked like a defeated dog, dropped its helmet and armor, and fled on the ground.

Morale collapsed to freezing point.

"I don't believe it! The Yuan Dynasty swept the world and destroyed countless countries. If you are the master of the world, how can you... how can you..."

Zhang Hongfan forced a sigh of relief, wanting to draw his sword to order and regroup the collapsed army.

But the sword in his hand was only three inches out before it froze, and he felt that Wan Jian bowed his head under the sword intent!

With this sword in front, there is no sword in the world.

"How dare I draw my sword before Him?"

Zhang Hongfan was terrified for a moment, as if he had a feeling of dying!

Scared, he slammed back the edge of the sword that had just protruded three inches, and threw away the sword in his hand like an electric shock.

I saw his royally bestowed sword trembling on the ground, and then cut it with a crisp sound!

"God... the power of the divine sword, so much so?"

Zhang Hongfan couldn't stop trembling, terrified.

I also saw Zhang Shijie on the sea raised his divine sword again, smashing through more than 400 Mongolian ships and killing them to the shore.

The moment the Excalibur came ashore, the waves behind it were soaring, as if seeing a mountain of waves, the sky was full of wind and clouds, and the sound of the wind and waves was like ghosts crying and gods howling.

Zhang Shijie swept across with his sword, and there was an overwhelmed sound in the air, as if the **** was howling.

Fortunately, the sword energy is only three zhang, this sword only wiped out the barracks on the shore, the Mongolian army ran so fast that no one died.

However, the army was defeated like a mountain, and many Mongolian troops died of trampling and killing each other. They were already panicked like bereaved dogs.

Fasco! Defeated by one man and one sword.

"Marshal! Run!" There are still soldiers who have conscience, and at this critical moment, they don't forget to drag Zhang Hongfan to escape and protect him in the chaos.

"Withdraw...withdraw..." Zhang Hongfan let out all his energy 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 keep a distance from him, because they are Zhang Shijie's subordinates, they did not run away in fright, but took advantage of this power , holding a spear and frantically chasing and killing the Mongolian army.

The battle was fought with the wind, and it felt like a thousand troops were killed by these more than 70 people. They covered and killed the Mongolian army all the way, and it was useless to kill the enemy.

Zhang Shijie was also afraid of accidentally hurting his own people, so he seldom swung his sword after landing, but only looked for the figure of Zhang Hongfan, Marshal of the Mongolian Army.

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

Zhang Shijie's beard and hair were all straight at once, he raised his sword and looked, his eyes searching the crowd.

Scared Zhang Hongfan hurriedly took off his red robe and hid himself among the 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 will die!"

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

Seeing that Zhang Shijie rushed a few steps and was about to swing a sword, the distance was already within three zhang, Zhang Hongfan was terrified to the extreme, he only had one thought: I will definitely die if I strike this sword!

In the midst of despair, he suddenly saw Jiang Cheng who was fleeing with the rebel army, and rushed forward, knocked Jiang Cheng to the ground, and took it as a hostage.

Facing the majestic sword, Jiang Cheng trembled, and his heart sank.

Seeing the big change in the situation, he just followed the defeated army and fled together. After a while, he sneaked away when no one was watching him.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Hongfan saw it straight, held it in his hand, and threatened Zhang Shijie.

Jiang Chengxin said, isn't this nonsense! Everyone is so immortal! With a sword in hand, I have the world. Still care about the **** clan.

He was also terrified, he just felt that he was about to be strangled to death by the sword energy.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Shijie heard his name and said in surprise: "But the Hezhou clan, Jiangxi recruited the governor's mansion, and Prime Minister Wen's subordinates consulted Zhao Mengyun?"

Jiang Cheng looked at him, wondering what he was talking about!

"He's never seen you! I'll teach you how to say..." Mo Poor was ready to come, but the containment was too fierce, so it would be best to deal with Zhang Shijie gently.

Zhang Shijie didn't rush to strike with his sword, as if he had something to talk about.

Jiang Cheng got the instructions, and immediately said with a strange accent: "Meng Yun will die if he dies. Shaofu doesn't need to worry about me. The prime minister and I were defeated and captured. Shaofu should kill the commander-in-chief immediately and save the prime minister!"

Jiangcheng is about to cry after saying that, God **** it is dead, I want to live!

Seeing his agitated expression, Zhang Shijie said that he was about to die, so his accent was distorted.

I saw that he was really hesitant, and the sword energy was drawn but not released: "The son's day is unparalleled, and the humble job will protect you!"

Then he yelled at Zhang Hongfan angrily: "Heaven's will is here, teach you to be defeated, and you will be captured without your hands?"

Jiang Cheng looked at Zhang Shijie in bewilderment, thinking that he really wanted to save himself?

"Loyal minister!" For the first time, Jiang Cheng felt that this kind of diehard loyalty was so cute.

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

But Zhang Shizhong cares about it, until this point, he still wants to serve the Zhao family as the master!

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