Reflect the world

Chapter 174 Yanhuang (first update)
"puff!"

A coquettish blood flower bloomed, and when Tang Xuanming pulled out the slender Tianwen from Mengge's chest, the Mongolian emperor still had an expression of disbelief.

But Tang Xuanming's leisurely expression was absent, he lowered his head in astonishment, and looked at his chest. At the heart where no one could see, the golden dragon on his chest suddenly turned black, and let out a loud dragon chant.

Suddenly, Tang Xuanming seemed to see the Emperor Qiangu who was wearing a black dragon robe smiling at him, and said two words that shocked him.

"Yanhuang!"

Then it shattered into countless spots of light, and the golden dragon that had been in Tang Xuanming's heart opened its eyes that had been tightly closed, majestic and domineering.

The original golden scales all turned black.

"Protect Khan!"

"Kill the assassin!"

"Escort! Shut..."

……

The screaming and roaring stopped halfway through, and the guards of the golden wolf watched the strange man with a grimace mask chop off Khan's head with a sword. Tang Xuanming.

And after the dragon in his body suddenly turned black, Tang Xuanming only felt extremely relaxed, as if he had escaped from some kind of imprisonment, and even his breathing became two points lighter.

At this moment, he didn't have a chance to carefully understand the situation in his body. He punched the flag flying high beside him, and the flag representing the Mongolian emperor fell down with a groan.

The golden wolf guards rushed forward frantically, but they couldn't even catch the corner of Tang Xuanming's clothes. Amidst the wailing, Tang Xuanming hit the neck of the nearest golden dragon wolf guard with his sword, and kicked two of the guards who approached him flying away. The prairie warrior looked back at Xiangyang City.

Moreover, in the army, the news of Meng Ge's death spread at an extremely fast speed.

The turmoil caused by Tang Xuanming made many Mongolian soldiers turn their heads. In their staring eyes, the flag representing Emperor Mengge slowly fell down.

Immediately there was an earth-shattering howl.

"Khan!"

Tang Xuanming had no expression on his face, and he didn't even intend to back off.

He began to recall Ge Nie's sword skills in his mind, and began to practice swords among the tens of thousands of troops.

In Qin Shimingyue's world, he had too little time to practice swords. After learning the Ant Emperor's method, he was very talented and had a photographic memory.

But all kinds of complicated sword skills cannot be fully mastered in a short period of time, he needs enough time to polish.

And now in the chaos army, it is the best opportunity to polish sword skills.

And in the eyes of the golden wolf guards, the speed of the unpredictable ghost-faced man's sword swing has obviously slowed down, and his figure is no longer as ethereal as before.

They looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and rushed forward. The Mongol emperor died, but their guards did not die. Their families would be punished extremely horribly.

And as long as they die here, they will still be warriors of the grassland, and their descendants will still be able to receive excellent treatment.

If they can kill the assassins here, they still have great credit.

But the speed of the mysterious man wearing the grimace mask was obviously not fast, but it was just able to get stuck in their vital points, throat, heart, eyes...

A seemingly light sword can always take the life of a prairie warrior.

There is no distance in the chaotic army, and the most ferocious cavalry has no way to charge, because the horses cannot accelerate.

But even if they didn't charge, the grassland warriors were still first-class warriors. They waved their swords and rushed towards Tang Xuanming one after another.

But some prairie warriors retreated silently, which was the order of the lord of the prairie tribe.

Following the death of Emperor Mengge, the titular owner of the grassland, Mengge's guards desperately wanted to kill the assassin, but the various grassland lords began to retreat proactively.

Without the most prestigious Meng Ge, they are unwilling to lose their own tribe here.

The tens of thousands of troops were in a mess, and they were no longer as neat and coherent as before.

And because Tang Xuanming blocked their back road, the front road wanted to retreat but couldn't, but the back road rushed towards Tang Xuanming crazily, and a large pile of corpses piled up at Tang Xuanming's feet in a blink of an eye.

The majestic and turbulent internal force circulated between the limbs and bones, and the mouth and nose began to breathe according to the familiar Mohist breathing method.

Anyone who normally practiced Mohism's breath, breath, and Na method would not dare to use internal strength and restore internal strength at this time.

Because on the chaotic battlefield, once the mind goes astray, the inner breath may go out of order at any time, and then it will be the end of madness.

However, Tang Xuanming's physique was so strong that he was not like a human after following the introduction of the Ant Emperor's method. Even if his internal energy ran wildly in his body, he would not suffer much damage. At most, the speed of recovery of internal energy would become extremely slow.

But his movements are slow and long, and he doesn't consume much internal energy. If he continues like this, he can kill until dawn.

With his monster-like physical ability, as long as no one can break through his defense, he can continue to fight here.

In theory, he could fight here forever.

Of course, that's impossible in practice.

"when!"

Tang Xuanming pierced a knight with a man and a horse with a sword, and the blood sprayed all over the ground.

A small hill has been piled up around him, not dirt, but corpses.

He has been fighting here for a full quarter of an hour.

Woo!Woo!Woo!
When the horn sounded in Xiangyang City, a smile appeared on the corner of Tang Xuanming's mouth, he finally stopped cherishing his inner strength, and a strong sword energy gushed out, splitting the group of people in front of him in half.

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The most familiar sound of charging horses rang in the ears of all the cavalry. They were not as excited as before, but rather fearful.

Because it was the people of Song Dynasty who charged at them this time, tens of thousands of horses joined together and rushed wildly.

Only cavalry can take on cavalry on the battlefield, but that's when two cavalry lines begin to charge.

When a group of cavalry stopped in place and was bumped into by another group of charging cavalry, it was like a hot knife cutting into the snow and cutting through it instantly.

"kill!"

When Tang Xuanming heard the familiar Da Song's accent, he couldn't help but smile.

A majestic sword energy bloomed from his hands, and the warriors in the grassland with a radius of ten feet fell down like wheat.

In the past, the Mongolian cavalry who killed the Song Dynasty to the point of crying for their father and mother turned into mourners this time, and all the Mongolian warriors were running frantically.

Some prairie lords tried their best to organize a rebellion, but without the order of the Mongol emperor Mengge, they couldn't gather many troops at all. Except for the grassland people from his tribe, no one would obey his orders.

Tang Xuanming knew that this battle was won by Song Dynasty. After the founding of the country, Song Dynasty finally won a foreign war, and it was no longer a crushing defeat like in the past.

Tang Xuanming didn't take the opportunity to integrate into the army, so he returned to Xiangyang City to live his happy life, killed a Mongolian cavalryman, mounted his horse, and started a frantic pursuit.

A defeat of 30 troops will not hurt the muscles and bones. If you want to really reverse the situation between the Song Dynasty and Mongolia, you must kill and injure Mongolia's vital forces as much as possible.

(End of this chapter)