The Heavens: Starting from Traveling through Song Qingshu

Chapter 68 The sword energy surges, and the body is divided with one sword!
Extinction is impatient, and he doesn't like to procrastinate.

After meeting Song Xuan, he led Zhou Zhiruo and other true disciples who had already dressed up in disguise, and left Jinling City in a hurry.

Song Xuan didn't ask them what plan they had, how to assassinate and how to escape.

He only looks at the results.

If Xu Shouhui and Chen Youliang were to die, the Jiangxi Army would inevitably fall into a leaderless situation, and there would be a high probability that it would split into several forces and no one would accept the other.

This is the result Song Xuan most wanted to see.

Of course, it doesn't matter if the assassination fails.

It was an attempt to use Emei's power to carry out an assassination. If it really failed, it would be a big deal to go head-to-head with the Jiangxi Army on the battlefield.

As talents from Jiangsu and Zhejiang continued to be absorbed, the huge military and political organization Jinling Marshal's Mansion began to turn rapidly.

Continue to recruit, train, and build firearms armor,
And through various methods, whether buying or robbing, try every means to get more war horses from everywhere.

The Yuan Dynasty ruled the world for nearly a hundred years, and Song Xuan felt very good about it, that is, they set up a large number of horse farms all over the world.

And the south is no exception. Not only is the climate suitable here, but also the water and grass are fertile, which is very suitable for raising horses.

In Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces alone, there were as many as five horse farms. After Song Xuan occupied Jinling and controlled Jiangsu and Zhejiang, these horse farms naturally became his possessions.

Firearms are the future, but in this era, cavalry is still the most mobile and dominant arm on the battlefield.

It is easy to drive away the Mongols, but if you want to catch up with them and beat them to surrender or even perish, it is impossible without a large number of cavalry.

Time passed little by little, and the power under Song Xuan's command was growing in an orderly manner.

There has been no news from Jiangxi for a long time, and it is unknown whether the assassination was successful or not.

On this day, Song Xuan, accompanied by Lao Liu, the leader of the Tsing Yi Guards, led a dozen of Tsing Yi Guards to inspect the racecourse outside Jinling City, and when they passed by a village, they suddenly attacked and killed them.

But seeing a figure suddenly rushing out from a private house, the terrifying speed even set off a gust of wind, followed by a violent force, and slapped Song Xuan's back with a palm.

Song Xuan suddenly felt that under the violent palm force, his whole body would be frozen in place, as if he had fallen into a quagmire, and his whole body seemed to be stiff.

Without the slightest hesitation, Song Xuan was almost instinctive, without even turning his body, the long sword in his waist was unsheathed in an instant, and stabbed backwards at a very strange and tricky angle.

The long sword is imposing, with a red sword glow, and the inner force of the nine suns is attached to the sword body, and a sword stabs out like a thunderbolt!

Bang!
The attacking palm and the long sword collided together, a splash of blood bloomed, but there was a hissing sound of inhalation, and the figure of the sneak attacker began to retreat rapidly, trying to leave the battlefield.

However, the speed of his retreat was fast, and Song Xuan's movements were even faster.

Wudang Tiyun's jumping technique unfolded, and his whole body turned into a cyan afterimage, threatening to go up, with the long sword in his hand carrying thousands of cold stars, and he slashed out with one sword.

scoff!

The radiant sword light was like divine punishment from the sky, carrying the invincible power of the brilliant atmosphere, and with a bang, it flashed past the retreating figure.

The black-clothed masked assassin froze in place immediately. The next moment, he heard the sound of his body being torn apart, and then a large area of ​​blood gushed out.

It can be seen with the naked eye that a straight bloodstain began to appear on the man from the center of his eyebrows, from top to bottom, and spread to his crotch.

Then, the whole person burst open.

No more, no less, impartial, well-proportioned, complete two halves.

Even Niuzi is the same, it can be called perfect!

"Protect the handsome!"

Only then did the Tsing Yi Wei around react.

It is true that Song Xuan and the Assassin fought too fast, and the difference between life and death was instant in the battle between masters. Although Tsing Yi Wei all had martial arts in their bodies, they were still far behind real martial arts masters.

Looking at the green-clothed guards who surrounded him with weapons in hand, Song Xuan waved his hand, "No need!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward, walked up to the assassin who had been cut in half by a single sword, and used his sword to lift off the mask on his head.

This is a typical Mongolian grassland man, with a rough face, bald hair in the middle, and braids on both sides, which is completely different from the hairstyle of the Han people.

"Master, it's a Mongolian!" The sixth child gritted his teeth and said bitterly.

He didn't even react when the lord was attacked just now. As the commander of the prince's guards, he failed to fulfill his duties qualified.

"Well, it seems that the Mongols have begun to pay attention to us!"

Song Xuan's face was as usual, he was not furious because of the assassination, and his expression was very calm.

After all, this is a world of martial arts, and the strength of warriors is far from that of ordinary soldiers. With such force, it would be a waste if you don't use the means of assassination.

He, Song Xuan, could send someone to assassinate Chen Youliang, but it would be no problem for Yuan Ting to send experts to assassinate him.

"Young master, it is very likely that there are more than one assassin. I will go back and gather troops now, and start a massive hunt!"

Song Xuan nodded, and said lightly: "Go back to the city!"

Not to mention that after Lao Liu returned to the city, he mobilized soldiers and horses and began to search and capture assassins everywhere. On the other side, outside Jinling City, in a certain compound.

A young man dressed in luxurious clothes, holding a folding fan and dressed as a nobleman, quietly listened to the rewards from his subordinates.

"That is to say, our so-called No. [-] Mongolian warrior was dismembered by someone without blocking his sword?"

The young nobleman's voice was a little soft, even a little annoyed.

"Trash, it's all trash!"

At this moment, outside the door, a man in black pushed the door in, stepped forward quickly, and whispered something in the noble young man's ear.

"Ada, what do you mean, the army of Tuotuobuhua was recalled by the imperial court and will not continue going south?"

The man in black named A Da nodded and said: "The ministers of the imperial court have disagreements, some want to send troops south to Anqing, while some think that the escaped Xiao Ming Wang Zhang Wuji is my number one enemy in Da Yuan.

His Majesty the Emperor has decreed to order the army to go northward and continue to pursue the remnants of the Ming Cult. We must cut the weeds and eradicate the roots! "

The aristocrat gritted his teeth, "A group of drunks and rice bags, I can't see the situation at all! How can I, Zhao Min, be so unlucky, how can I have such a bunch of pig-headed stuff!"

This noble son is Zhao Min, the daughter of Yuan Ting Ruyang King Chahantemuer, who is titled Princess Shaomin.

This woman is witty, resourceful, forthright, and has great talent. Although she is a daughter, her vision far exceeds that of most men in the world.

When all the important officials of the Yuan court focused their attention on Xiaoming Wang Zhang Wuji, she was the first to realize that the low-key and unassuming Wudang disciple Song Qingshu was the most likely enemy to overthrow her rule of the Yuan Dynasty!

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