Since the Yuxia, China has not suffered such decline.

Generally speaking, if the capital is destroyed and the emperor is captured, the country will basically be destroyed, and the remaining forces will make an order.

Unlike now, the surrendered emperor has repeatedly ordered all places to surrender. They do not obey orders and still resist the death and resist. They would rather support the royal family to continue to resist the Yuan Dynasty and establish an exiled regime.

The Mongolian army slaughtered the city all the way, and the exiled court retreated again and again. They all retreated to the sea, but they still refused to surrender.

Unfortunately, no matter how unwilling they are, they cannot control the rise and fall of the world.

One king dies and another king, and another emperor dies and another young emperor.

Now that the young emperor has died again, Zhang Shijie didn't want to give up. Even though he knew very well that Zhao Song was helpless, he still wanted to break through and find another Zhao family to fight against the Yuan Dynasty.

However, the tide of the mountain in the mountains pushed him towards the enemy like the rolling trend, and the last will of heaven completely shattered the trace of luck in his heart.

God is so willful, what can I do to God?

This was the final moment when Lu Shenzhou was in full swing. The Song Dynasty was so deceased that it could not be destroyed again, but unexpectedly, the number of days changed! The magical artifact was born!

Zhang Shijie found that he had not been abandoned by heaven. On the contrary, God made him take charge of the artifact and defeat the enemy.

The sword in his hand mutates on the spot, like a god's help, with great might, and a strong spirit covering the mountains and rivers, and teaching the heaven and earth to change color.

At this desperate situation, how could Zhang Shijie not think too much? In an instant, the shadows of the late emperors of all generations flashed through his heart. At this moment, he felt that he was not alone. In the clouds and sky, there must be the help of ancestors and gods and Buddhas in the heavens.

"Who can stop me!"

Zhang Shijie came to his senses, roared with a sword, and the blue veins on his head stormed, as if crazy!

"Ahhhhh!" The dozens of soldiers behind him also roared hysterically, and their morale was soaring.

"kill!"

Zhang Shijie slashed down with a sword, and saw the dark clouds in the sky shattering on the spot! It seemed that just the sword intent had great power. The sword intent cracked the clouds and penetrated 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 feet of sword energy, directly cutting off a warship blocking Zhang Shijie.

The sea water stirred up huge waves, and countless boats drove away, and thousands of warships were directly encouraged to break out a way.

Dozens of Mongolian troops were shaken away from the broken ship, and countless Mongolian troops were so scared that they jumped into the sea in a hurry and swam to the shore desperately.

But now it is rising tides, and the sea tides are surging. Many Mongolian troops with poor water quality are dragged down each other and drowned like the Song army who died in their country.

"Ahhhh!"

"Run!"

"The Song army has the help of ghosts and gods!"

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

A sword breaks the clouds, breaks the sea, and cuts the boats, and teaches people to know well that this sword is definitely not stopped by human power! I will definitely die!

Countless Mongolian soldiers retreated in tears and cried, some rushed to the shore with the help of waves on the boat, while others jumped into the sea and were drowned.

On a high platform with a flag standing on the shore, the Mongolian Marshal Zhang Hongfan looked at the shocking figure on the sea with a pale face and a decadent look. His sword was in his hand and he couldn't help but feel desperate.

"The world of Zhao Song has been destroyed, how can we get the help of God?"

"Isn't it that God's will continue to stop the Yan Han?"

He stared blankly at the defeat of the Mongolian army, the invincible army that once dominated the world, was as invincible as a defeated dog, throwing his armor and rolling and crawling away.

Morale collapsed directly to freezing point.

"I don't believe it! The Yuan Dynasty swept the world and destroyed countless countries. It should be the master of the world. How could it be...How could it be..."

Zhang Hongfan forced himself to breathe, trying to draw the sword and reorganize the collapsed army.

But the sword in his hand was only pulled out three inches and froze. It felt like the sword was bowing down under the sword intent!

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

"How dare I draw my sword before Him?"

Zhang Hongfan was instantly terrified, as if he had a feeling of having died prematurely!

He was so scared that he inserted the sword that had just emerged from three inches back, and threw away the sword in his hand like an electric shock.

I saw his imperial sword trembling constantly on the ground, and then a crisp sound broke out!

"The power of the God...the magic of the Divine Sword, even this?"

Zhang Hongfan kept trembling and extremely frightened.

Zhang Shijie on the sea raised his magic sword again, and had already broken more than 400 Mongolian warships and rushed to the shore.

The moment the magic sword came ashore, the waves were rising behind it, like a mountain of waves, the wind swept away the clouds in the sky, and the sound of the wind was like ghosts crying and howling.

Zhang Shijie swept across the sword, and the air made an overwhelming sound, as if the heavens were angry.

Fortunately, the sword energy was only three meters long, and this sword only wiped out the tent of the Yingpan Army on the shore. The Mongolian Army ran too fast and no one died.

But many Mongolian troops were defeated like mountains and fell, died of trampling and killing each other, and they were already as anxious as a dog that was strayed.

Defeated defeat! Defeated by one person and one sword.

"Marson! Run!" There were still personal soldiers with consciences. At this moment of danger, they still pulled Zhang Hongfan to escape and protected him in the chaos.

"Retreat...retreat..." Zhang Hongfanru let go of all his strength and let himself be pulled by his personal soldiers.

There were more than 70 Song soldiers beside Zhang Shijie. His morale was like a rainbow at this moment. Although he was very afraid of Zhang Shijie and distanced him, because they were Zhang Shijie's subordinates, they were not scared to escape. Instead, they used this power to hunt down the Mongolian army with a spear.

This battle was fought with the wind, and the feeling of being killed by more than 70 people was like a thousand troops. They were hiding the Mongolian army all the way, killing the enemy in vain.

Zhang Shijie was also afraid of hurting his own people by chance. After getting ashore, he rarely waved his sword, but was just looking for the figure of the Mongolian Marshal Zhang Hongfan.

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

Zhang Shijie immediately opened his hair and hair, raised his sword and looked around, searching the crowd.

Zhang Hongfan was so scared that he quickly took off his red robe and hid among his personal soldiers.

However, he is not Cao Cao, and his enemies are much more terrifying than Ma Chao.

"Brothers, let go!" Seeing Zhang Hongfan, Zhang Shijie raised his sword and roared: "The thief was killed!"

"Zhang Shijie! Zhao Mengqi is here, do you dare to kill the royal family without any chance?"

Seeing Zhang Shijie taking a few steps, he was about to shoot a sword. The distance was within three feet. Zhang Hongfan was extremely frightened and had only one thought: I will definitely die after this sword!

In despair, I suddenly saw Jiangcheng, who was fleeing by the rioters, and rushed up and pushed Jiangcheng to the ground, using this as a qualifying method.

Jiang Cheng was facing the mighty sword power, and he was trembling and his heart was cold.

Seeing this big change, he happened to flee with the defeated army, and then secretly left when no one cared about him.

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

Jiang Chengxin said, isn’t this nonsense? People have become immortals! With a sword in hand, I have all the world. I still care about the nonsense of the royal family.

He was also afraid, just thinking that he would be hanged by the sword energy.

Unexpectedly, when Zhang Shijie heard his name, he was shocked and said, "But Hezhou royal family, Jiangxi recruited the Governor's Office, and Prime Minister Wen's subordinates consulted Zhao Mengqi?"

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

"He has never seen you! I will teach you what to say..." Mo Qiong was ready to come, but this shelter was too fierce. It would be better to handle Zhang Shijie with gentle means.

Zhang Shijie didn't sweep his sword without hesitation, as if he had something to do.

When Jiang Cheng received the instructions, he immediately said with a strange accent: "Meng Wei will die, and the young master doesn't have to worry about me. I and the prime minister were defeated and captured. The young master should kill the Tatars commander quickly and save the prime minister!"

After saying that, Jiangcheng was about to cry. God would die if he died. I want to live!

Seeing that he was excited, Zhang Shijie said he was about to die, so his accent was a little deformed.

I saw that he was really hesitant and his sword energy was not triggered: "The prince is unparalleled in integrity and righteousness, and he will be sure to ensure you are fully qualified!"

Then he shouted angrily at Zhang Hongfan: "God's will is here to teach you how to defeat you, but you won't surrender?"

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

"Loyalty!" Jiang Cheng thought this loyalty was so cute for the first time.

With this magic sword, what is the Meng Yuan, what is the Zhao Song, what is it doing?

But Zhang Shizhong cares, and until this point, he still has to be the main member of Zhao!
Chapter completed!