The Mongolian army.
Su Qin glanced at the five million soldiers who were ready to move, shook his head slightly and said, "I don't know whether to live or die."
next moment.
Flames faintly emerged from the depths of Su Qin's pupils, as if the sun was rising across the sky, oppressing the world.
Terrifying flames gushed out from Su Qin's pupils. At first, they only burned a few hundred meters away, but then spread rapidly. As long as the Mongolian Yuan army touched a little spark, the whole person would burn like a mustard, and completely burnt up with a clatter. For a fireball.
In the end, all the flames gathered and burned fiercely, and gathered into nine rounds of 'big sun', stretching across the sky and the earth.
Nine suns magical power, burning mountains and boiling seas.
With Su Qin's strength at this moment, urging the Nine Suns Divine Art, even if he can't be transformed into a real sun, it is easy to condense nine rounds of fireballs that burn everything.
Crash.
In an instant, terrifying flames enveloped most of the battlefield. Countless Meng Yuan soldiers couldn't even howl, and burned into nothingness with a puff.
"What's this?!"
The Monarch of Meng Yuan was terrified and furious. He just turned his head to run, but such a change happened on the battlefield. The sun turned and completely burned the five million troops of Meng Yuan.
"No!!!"
The Lord Mengyuan turned around and wanted to run, but the speed of the flame spread was too fast, and he caught up in an instant. Suddenly, under the burning of the flame, the body of the fruit master Mengyuan turned into nothingness inch by inch and ceased to exist.
Before completely losing consciousness, the Lord Meng Yuan suddenly felt remorse. If he hadn't mobilized the army to declare war on Tang, would the result be different
"The national teacher hurt me"
The Monarch of the Yuan Dynasty disappeared immediately and ceased to exist.
But at this moment, the end of the battlefield was gradually coming to an end, and the five million Mongolian Yuan army could not even escape, and all of them were entangled in flames and turned into nothingness.
"What kind of flame is this?"
In Chang'an City, many civil and military officials saw this scene, swallowed fiercely, and said in a trembling voice.
They have thought that the myth of martial arts is very strong, ignoring the tactics of crowds, even if they are besieged by millions of troops, they can easily kill them, and they will not run out of true vitality and blood.
It can be killed and pierced, but like now, it takes a few moments to directly burn five million troops into nothingness. What kind of concept is this
"about there."
Su Qin glanced at the battlefield and thought to himself.
In fact, although the Nine Suns Divine Art is powerful, even the founder of this magical art is far from being able to do so, burning five million troops in a single thought.
This is completely Su Qin's terrifying strength, raising the Nine Suns Divine Art to several levels in one fell swoop.
"pity."
"The power of the flames covering such a range has been infinitely weakened, and it can only be useful to warriors at the ninth rank of martial arts."
Su Qin shook his head slightly, evaluating in his heart.
If the Nine Wheels of Great Sun were condensed into one point, and all the power gathered in one place, it could completely hurt the myth of Wulin.
But if they are dispersed like now, there will be no threat to the martial arts mythology, and even some first-rank masters can resist for a while.
In the Meng Yuan army just now, several top ranks barely resisted the burning of the flames, but they were slowly burned into nothingness as the power of the flames concentrated.
"It's time to go back."
Su Qin glanced at the battlefield again, and finally looked in the direction of Chang'an City, stepped out and disappeared in place.
Meng Yuan was defeated.
Meng Yuan Guoshi died on the spot.
None of the five million Mongolian Yuan troops survived.
The news spread across the countries almost at the speed of a hurricane.
Meng Yuan led an army of 5 million to go south, which already touched the heartstrings of all the countries in the world. I don't know how many spies are lying in ambush near Chang'an City, sending information back to the countries at any time, and passing it in front of the kings.
"Meng Yuan lost?"
"The national teacher is dead?"
Emperor Song's expression was ugly, and he almost roared at the scout who sent back the news: "Is this true or not?"
"Reporting to Your Majesty, this matter has been repeatedly confirmed, it should be"
The voice of the scout kneeling on the temple trembled, and he lowered his head and said, "It should be true."
Plop!
Emperor Song seemed to have lost all his strength, and collapsed on the dragon chair with a plop, his face full of despair.
"What happened?"
"Why did Meng Yuan lose so thoroughly?"
Yue Yi frowned and asked immediately.
In his opinion, even if Meng Yuan and Tang Kingdom competed for the front, even if there was a win or loss, at most one side would defeat the other.
But as it is now, Meng Yuan was completely defeated, and none of the millions of troops survived. As the myth of the martial arts, Meng Yuan's national teacher died on the spot.
This is simply absurd.
None of the five million troops survived
No one else can do this alone. You must know that when the two armies are at war, once one side presents an overwhelming advantage, the other side will inevitably be defeated and flee.
In this case, what would Tang Guo do to keep Meng Yuan's five million troops
Not to mention the five million army, even if the five million pigs dispersed in a hurry, it would be impossible to keep all of them, right
"General."
"Information says that it was the Wulin Myth of the Tang Kingdom who shot down and killed the Meng Yuan Guoshi with one finger, and then summoned the Nine Great Suns, burned everything, and forcibly burned the five million troops into nothingness."
When the scout said this, his teeth were trembling. Even though he was not on the battlefield, he could still guess how terrifying the flames that could burn an army of five million people would be.
"The Martial Arts Myth of the Tang Kingdom"
Yue Yi was silent, and after a long time, he said bitterly: "How can you be so strong?"
Not only the Song Dynasty.
At the same time, almost all countries in the world got the news.
Nanming.
Emperor Ming sat on the dragon chair with blank eyes.
Since the fall of King Wuyang in Chang'an City, Nanming's heritage has been greatly damaged. Without such a top-notch leader sitting in charge, the Emperor Ming almost couldn't suppress the court.
Fortunately, in the past few months, for unknown reasons, Nanming had two first-rank Grandmasters successfully break through and enter the top first rank, which rekindled Emperor Ming's ambition.
However.
Before Emperor Ming could show his strength again, he heard the bad news. In the war between Tang and Meng Yuan, Meng Yuan was completely defeated. Not only the national teacher who was a martial arts legend died in battle, but also all of Meng Yuan's five million troops remained behind. Outside Chang'an City.
Meng Yuan had such a big loss, Emperor Ming was certainly happy to see it.
But after today, the shadow of the Tang Kingdom may be more completely shrouded in the kingdoms.
"Wulin Myth."
Emperor Ming looked pessimistic.
With the ability shown by the martial arts myth of the Tang Dynasty, not to mention this era, even if you look at the past and present, there are not many people who say that people are his opponents, right
Just when all the countries in the world were shaking and restless.
On the city of Chang'an, Emperor Tang was ordering to clean up the battlefield, and ordered the army to regain the lost and abandoned territory.
At this moment, an eunuch walked quickly to Emperor Tang and said a few words in a low voice.
"What?"
When Emperor Tang heard this, his face changed slightly.
(end of this chapter)