Chapter 597: Unstoppable Sword Power

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

Generally speaking, if the capital is destroyed and the emperor is captured, the country is basically destroyed, and it depends on the remaining forces spreading the word.

Unlike now, the surrendered emperor repeatedly ordered various places to surrender. However, various places did not listen to the orders and still resisted to the death. They would rather support the clan to continue to fight against the Yuan Dynasty and establish a regime in exile.

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

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

When a king dies, another king 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. Even though he knew very well that the situation was such that Zhao Song was hopeless, but he still wanted to break out and find another Zhao family to fight against the Yuan Dynasty.

However, the tide in Yashan pushed him towards the enemy. This last act of God completely shattered any trace of luck in his heart.

God's will is like this, so what can I do?

This was supposed to be the last moment for Lu Chen of Shenzhou, the second when the Song Dynasty could no longer be destroyed, but unexpectedly the number of days changed! The artifact is born!

Zhang Shijie discovered that he was not abandoned by God. On the contrary, it was God's will that allowed him to take charge of the artifact and defeat the enemies.

The sword in his hand mutated on the spot, like a divine aid, so majestic that it covered the mountains and rivers and caused the heaven and earth to change color.

In this desperate situation, how could Zhang Shijie not think more? In an instant, the shadows of the past emperors flashed across his heart. At this moment, he felt that he was not alone. Above the clouds, there must be ancestors, sects, gods and Buddhas to help him.

"Who can stop me!"

Zhang Shijie came to his senses, roared with his sword, and the veins on his head popped out, as if he was crazy!

"Ahhhh!" Dozens of soldiers behind him also roared hysterically, their morale skyrocketing.

"kill!"

Zhang Shijie slashed with his sword, and the dark clouds in the sky collapsed on the spot! It seemed that the sword intention alone had great power. Its sword intention split the sky and penetrated the sky, causing a huge sword mark to appear vertically on the thick dark clouds.

"boom!"

The sword itself was only three feet long, but it burst out three feet of sword energy and directly cut off a warship in front of Zhang Shijie.

The sea water stirred up huge waves, which also swayed countless boats, forcing thousands of warships to push through and clear a path.

Dozens of Mongolian soldiers were blown away from the broken ship, and countless more were so frightened that they jumped into the sea and swam desperately toward the shore.

But now it was high tide, and the seawater was surging continuously. Many Mongolian troops who were not good at water dragged each other down and drowned like the Song troops who died for their country.

"Ahhh!"

"Run!"

"Song Jun has ghosts and gods to help him!"

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

One sword can cut through floating clouds, split the sea, and cut off boats. It teaches people that this sword cannot be stopped by human power! I will definitely die!

Countless Mongolian troops retreated crying, some washed ashore on the boats with the help of the waves, and some were so frightened that they jumped into the sea but were drowned.

On a high platform with a military flag on the shore, Marshal Zhang Hongfan of the Mongolian army looked pale and looked dejectedly at the shocking figure on the sea. With his sword in his hand, the sky split the sea, and he couldn't help but despair.

"The world of Zhao and Song has perished, how can we get divine help?"

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

He stared blankly at the defeat of the Mongolian army. The invincible army that once dominated the world was in a hurry like a defeated dog, throwing away its helmet and armor, and crawling on the ground to escape.

Morale collapsed to the freezing point.

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

Zhang Hongfan forced himself to take a breath and wanted to draw his sword and give orders to regroup the collapsed army.

But the sword in his hand was only pulled out three inches before he froze, feeling that Wan Jian was bowing his head under the sword's will!

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

"How dare I draw my sword in His presence?"

Zhang Hongfan was instantly horrified, as if he was dying!

He was so frightened that he suddenly inserted the sword edge that had just come out three inches back, and threw away the sword in his hand as if he was electrocuted.

He saw his imperial sword trembling on the ground, and then cut off with a crisp sound!

"God...the power of the divine sword, is it even this?"

Zhang Hongfan couldn't help but tremble and was extremely frightened.

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

The moment the Divine Sword landed on the beach, the waves behind him were soaring, like a mountain of waves, the wind was rolling in the sky, and the remaining clouds were rolling in, and the sound of the wind and waves was like the howling of ghosts and gods.

Zhang Shijie swept across with his sword, and the air made an overwhelming sound, like the roar of God.

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

However, they were defeated like a mountain, and many Mongolian troops died of trampling and killing each other. They were as panic-stricken as bereaved dogs.

Miserable failure! Defeated by one man and one sword.

"Marshal! Run!" There were still soldiers who had a conscience and in this critical moment, they did not forget to drag Zhang Hongfan to escape and protect him in the chaos.

"Withdraw...withdraw..." Zhang Hongfan let out all his strength and allowed himself to be pulled by his own soldiers.

There were more than seventy Song soldiers beside Zhang Shijie. Their morale was at a high level at this moment. Although they were very afraid of Zhang Shijie and kept a distance from him, because they were Zhang Shijie's subordinates, they did not run away in fear. Instead, they used this power to hold on. The spears chased the Mongolian army crazily.

This battle was fought with the wind, and the more than 70 people were killed as if they were thousands of troops. They covered the Mongolian army all the way and killed the enemy with no hope.

Zhang Shijie was also afraid of accidentally injuring his own people, so he seldom waved his sword after landing on the shore, but was just looking for the figure of the Mongolian Army Marshal Zhang Hongfan.

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

Zhang Shijie immediately spread his beard and hair, raised his sword and looked around, searching the crowd with his eyes.

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

However, he is not Cao Cao, and his 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 traitor shall die!"

"Zhang Shijie! Zhao Mengqin is here, do you dare to kill the clan without permission?"

Seeing Zhang Shijie rushing a few steps and about to swing out a sword, the distance was already within three feet. Zhang Hongfan was extremely frightened. He only had one thought: If this sword strikes, I will definitely die!

When he was already desperate, he suddenly saw Jiang Cheng, who was being fleeing together with the rebels. He quickly pounced on him, pushed Jiang Cheng to the ground, and held him hostage.

Facing the mighty power of the sword, Jiang Cheng trembled and felt cold.

Seeing this great change, he just happened to flee with the defeated army, and then secretly left when no one was watching him.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Hongfan saw it and took it directly in his hand, threatening Zhang Shijie.

Jiang Chengxin said, isn’t this nonsense! They are all so immortal! With a sword in my hand, I have the world. The clan still cares about shit.

He was also frightened and felt that he was going to be strangled by the sword energy.

Unexpectedly, when Zhang Shijie heard about his name, he was surprised and said, "But the Hezhou clan and Jiangxi are recruiting the governor's office, and Prime Minister Wen is consulting Zhao Mengqin?"

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

"He hasn't seen you! I'll teach you how to say it..." Mo Qiong's side was already prepared for its arrival, but this contained object was too powerful, so it would be best to use gentle means to deal with Zhang Shijie.

Zhang Shijie didn't attack him with his sword regardless, but seemed to be interested in talking.

Jiang Cheng received the instruction and immediately said with a strange accent: "If Meng Kai dies, he will die. Young Master, don't worry about me. The Prime Minister and I were defeated and captured. Young Master should kill the Tartar commander immediately and save the Prime Minister!"

After saying this, Jiang Cheng was about to cry. If God is dead, he will die. I want to live!

Zhang Shijie saw that he was excited and said that he was ready to die, so his accent was a little distorted.

I saw that he was really hesitating, and the sword energy was drawn but not released: "The righteousness of the prince is unparalleled, and my humble position will protect you!"

Then he yelled at Zhang Hongfan angrily: "God's will is here to teach you a big defeat, why don't you just surrender?"

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

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

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

But Zhang Shizhong just cares about it. Even in this position, he still wants to serve the Zhao family as his master!

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