Chapter 173: The world shakes

Mongolian Yuan army.
Su Qin swept his eyes and was about to move five million soldiers, then slightly shook his head and said, "I don't know how to live or die."
next moment.
A flame faintly appeared in the depths of Su Qin's pupils, as if the sky was overwhelming.
A terrifying flame gushes out from Su Qin’s pupils. At first it burned only a few hundred meters in a radius, but then spread quickly. As long as the Mongolian Yuan army touched a little spark, the whole person would be like grass and mustard. It burned completely and melted. As a fireball.
In the end, all the flames converged, burned fiercely, and gathered into nine rounds of ‘big sun’, spreading across the world.
Jiuyang magical power, burning mountains and boiling sea.
At this moment, Su Qin's strength spurred the Nine Suns Divine Art, even if it could not incarnate the real big sun, it was easy to condense the nine rounds of fireball that burned all things.
Wow!
In an instant, a horrible flame enveloped most of the battlefield, and countless Meng Yuan soldiers couldn't even make a miserable cry, so they snorted and burned into nothingness.
"what is this?!"
The Lord of the Mengyuan Kingdom was frightened. He just turned his head just now to run, and such a change took place on the battlefield, and the five million troops of Mengyuan were completely burned in the sky.
"Do not!!!"
The Lord Meng Yuan turned around and wanted to run, but the flame spread too fast, and he caught up in an instant. Suddenly, under the burning of the flame, the body of the Guo Yuan Guo Lord turned into nothingness and ceased to exist.
Before he completely lost his consciousness, remorse suddenly appeared in the heart of the Meng Yuan Kingdom. If he had not mobilized the army to declare war on Tang, would the result be different?
"The national teacher hurt me..."
The monarch of Meng Yuan suddenly disappeared and ceased to exist.
At this moment, the battlefield is gradually coming to an end, and the five million Mongolian army can't even escape, and they are all surrounded by 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 trembled.
They have thought that the myth of martial arts is very strong, ignoring the tactics of the sea of ​​people, even if they are besieged by a million army, they can easily kill them, and they will not run out of true energy and blood.
It can be pierced and pierced, but as it is now, a few moments of effort, directly burning the five million army into nothingness, what is this concept?
"about there."
Su Qin glanced at the battlefield and thought to himself.
In fact, the Nine Suns Divine Art is powerful, but even the founder of this Divine Art is far from capable of doing this, burning five million troops in one thought.
This is exactly the strength of Su Qin's terror, raising the Nine Suns to several levels in one fell swoop.
"unfortunately."
"The power of the flame covering this range has been infinitely weakened, and it can only be useful for martial artists of the ninth rank of martial arts."
Su Qin shook his head slightly, appraising Fan in his heart.
If the nine rounds of great sun are condensed into one point, and all the power is gathered in one place, it can completely hurt the martial arts myth.
But if it were scattered like this, it would pose no threat to the martial arts myth, and even certain first-rank masters could resist for a while.
Just now in the Meng Yuan army, several top-ranking members barely resisted the burning of the flame, but later they were slowly burned into nothingness as the flame power concentrated.
"It's time to go back."
Su Qin glanced at the battlefield again, finally looked towards the direction of Chang'an City, stepped out and disappeared in place.
...
Meng Yuan was defeated.
The Mengyuan State Division died on the spot.
None of the five million Mongolian yuan army survived.
The news spread throughout the countries almost at the speed of a hurricane.
Meng Yuan's five million troops went south, which had affected the heartstrings of the world. I don't know how many spies were lying in ambush near Chang'an City, sending information back to the countries and to the monarchs at any time.
"Meng Yuan lost?"
"The national teacher is dead?"
Emperor Song had an ugly look, and he almost looked at the scout who returned the news with a roar: "Is this true or not?"
"Return to Your Majesty, this matter has been repeatedly confirmed, it should...should..."
The scout kneeling on the temple trembled and bowed his head and said, "It should be true."
Puff!
Emperor Song seemed to have lost all his strength and collapsed on the dragon chair with a thump, his face full of despair.
"What happened?"
"Why did Meng Yuan fail so thoroughly?"
Yue Yi frowned and asked immediately.
In his view, Meng Yuan and Tang Guo competed, even if they win each other, at most, one side repelled the other.
But as it is now, Meng Yuan was completely defeated, and none of the millions of army survived. As a martial arts myth, the Meng Yuan national teacher died on the spot...
This is simply absurd.
None of the five million army survived?
For this alone, no one can do it. You must know that once one of the two armies has an overwhelming advantage, the other will inevitably be defeated and flee.
Under this circumstance, what did Tang Guo use to leave Mongolia's five million troops?
Not to mention the five million army, even if the five million pigs are scattered, it is impossible to keep all of them, right?
"General."
"The intelligence said that it was the martial arts myth of Tang State who shot and killed the Mengyuan State Master with one finger, then called out nine rounds of the Great Sun, burned all things, and burned the five million army into nothingness... .."
When the scout said this, his teeth were trembling. Even if he was not on the battlefield, he could still guess how terrifying the flames that could burn five million troops would be.
"The martial arts myth of Tang Kingdom..."
Yue Yi was silent. After a long time, he said bitterly: "How can it be so strong?"
...
It's not just Song State.
At the same time, almost all countries in the world got news.
Nan Ming.
Emperor Ming sat on the dragon chair with a blank eye.
Since the fall of King Wuyang in Chang'an City, Nanming's heritage has been greatly damaged, and he has lost such a top-notch seat, and Emperor Ming has almost been unable to suppress the court.
Fortunately, in the past few months, for unknown reasons, Nan Ming has successively had two first-rank grand masters successfully breakthrough and entered the top-ranking first, which allowed Ming Emperor's ambition to rekindle.
however.
Before the Ming emperor could flex his muscles again, he heard the bad news. In the war between Tang and Mengyuan, Mengyuan was completely defeated. Not only was the national teacher who was a martial arts myth killed in battle, but Mengyuan’s 5 million army remained. Outside Chang'an city.
Meng Yuan had such a big loss, Ming Emperor would be happy to see it.
But after today, the shadow of Tang will probably be more thoroughly over the countries.
"The myth of martial arts..."
Emperor Ming was pessimistic.
With the patience shown by the martial arts myth of Tang, let alone this era, even if you look at the past and the present, there is not much to say that people are his opponents, right?
...
...
Just when the world is shaking and restless.
On Chang'an City, Emperor Tang is ordering the sweeping of the battlefield and ordering the army to regain lost territories.
At this moment, an walked quickly to the front of Emperor Tang and said a few words in a low voice.
"what?"
Tang Huang's face changed slightly when he heard this.