Blue and White Society

  Chapter 597 Unstoppable Sword Might

  Since Yu Xia, China has not lost this way.

  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 the places refused to listen to the orders, and still resisted to the death.

  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 a ruler dies, another ruler 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 on Yashan pushed him towards the enemy army like that. This last providence completely shattered the trace of luck in his heart.

  God intended so, what can I do?

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

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

  The sword in his hand mutated on the spot, like a divine aid, majestic, overwhelming mountains and rivers, teaching the world to change color.

  In this desperate situation, how could 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 also 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 three feet of sword energy, directly cutting off a warship blocking Zhang Shijie.

  The sea swelled up huge waves, and countless boats swayed away, directly teaching thousands of warships to repel and open 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?

  One sword cuts through floating clouds, splits the sea, cuts off boats and 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 rushed ashore with the help of waves, some were so frightened that they jumped into the sea but were drowned.

  On a high platform with a commander-in-chief flag on the shore, Zhang Hongfan, Marshal of the Mongolian Army, looked pale and looked at the terrifying figure on the sea with a dejected expression.

   "The world of Zhao Song 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, threw away its helmet and armor, and fled scrambling.

   Morale collapsed to freezing point.

   "I don't believe it! The Great Yuan swept the world and destroyed countless countries. If you should be the master of the world, how could it be...how could it be..."

  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!

  This sword is 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!

  Frightened, 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.

  Seeing his royally bestowed sword trembling on the ground, then with a crisp sound, it cut itself off here!

   "God... the power of the Excalibur, and even this?"

  Zhang Hongfan couldn't help shaking, terrified.

  Seeing Zhang Shijie on the sea raised his sword again, he had smashed through more than 400 Mongolian warships and reached the shore.

  The moment the Excalibur came ashore, the waves behind it were soaring, as if you could see Mount Tao, 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 the air made an overwhelmed sound, as if the **** was howling.

   Fortunately, the sword energy was only three zhang, and this sword only wiped out the camp and army tents on the shore. The Mongolian army ran so fast that no one died.

   But 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.

   Miserable! Defeated by one man and one sword.

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

   "Withdraw...withdraw..." Zhang Hongfan vented all his strength, allowing himself to be dragged by his own soldiers.

There are more than 70 Song soldiers beside Zhang Shijie. At this moment, their morale is like a rainbow. Although they are also very afraid of Zhang Shijie and distanced themselves from him, because they are Zhang Shijie's subordinates, they did not run away in fright. The spear frantically chased and killed the Mongolian army.

   This 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 Marshal Zhang Hongfan 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 straightened his beard and hair, raised his sword and looked, his eyes searching the crowd.

   Scared so much that Zhang Hongfan quickly 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 Mengyu is here, do you dare to kill the clan!"

  Seeing that Zhang Shijie rushed a few steps and was about to swing his sword. The distance was already within three feet. Zhang Hongfan was terrified to the extreme. He had only one thought: I will 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.

  Jiang Cheng faced the majestic sword, and he shivered, feeling cold.

  Seeing the big change, he happened to follow the defeated army and fled together, and then sneaked away when no one was watching him.

   Unexpectedly, Zhang Hongfan saw it squarely, 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, only feeling that he was about to be hanged 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 Mengyu?"

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

   "He hasn't seen you! Let me teach you how to say..." Mo Poor's side is ready to come, but the containment is too fierce, so it's best to deal with Zhang Shijie gently.

  Zhang Shijie didn't rush forward with a sword, and seemed to have something to talk about.

  Jiangcheng got the instructions, and immediately said with a strange accent: "Meng Yun will die if he dies. Shaofu doesn't have 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 he finished speaking, if God **** dies, he will die, 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 sent out: "The son's day is unparalleled, and the humble job will protect you!"

   Then he yelled at Zhang Hongfan angrily: "God's will is here, teach you to be defeated, and you won't be caught 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 found this kind of loyalist so cute.

  With this Excalibur, 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 give priority to the Zhao family!

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  (end of this chapter)