Chapter 631 Dragon Slaying

The seraphs that replaced the sun hanging high in the sky were gradually burned away in the holy flames.

Her body gradually weakened and melted, but her face did not show much pain. Although the pain of being burned by the holy flames was terrible, she had experienced this kind of pain long ago when she was an ordinary peasant woman.

When all the dazzling light had faded away, only Yexian was still standing on the ground.

He's fine.

Even unscathed.

Not even a trace of stain could be seen on the specially made armor, but the guards of the Qixue Army around him had all turned into nothingness, and there was a deep pit of more than ten meters beneath his feet.

A golden dragon was entangled around him.

That is the dragon spirit of the Northern Yuan Dynasty, a dragon of golden virtue.

The future 'Da Yuantian Sheng Khan' said the famous saying "all the descendants of the Yuan leader will be killed on sight", and slaughtered almost all the direct blood descendants of the Golden Family on the Mobei Grassland. The dragon spirit of Choros Yesian .

He looked around first, and suddenly a slightly crazy smile appeared on his face: "Destiny is mine, destiny is mine!"

The power of Hu Ji's magic made him tremble.

But he didn't die.

The Golden Dragon of Luck, which can only be possessed by the emperor or the direct heir of the emperor, protected him from this disaster. What does this mean?

He is destined to become the Great Khan of the Yuan Dynasty, the emperor of the grasslands, and even to overthrow the Southern Dynasty and return to the capital!

This is destiny!

"Destiny is mine! Who can kill me?"

Ye Xian's arrogant laughter spread in all directions, and the nearby Xue Xue troops gathered one after another. Seeing this scene, they felt their hearts swaying. The small thoughts that were originally hidden in their hearts, Ye Xian, who had witnessed this dragon aura surrounding him, also All disappeared.

"Long live the Khan!"

"Long live King Tahan!"

The Ming troops who were besieged in the center all had earth-colored faces.

Zhu Qizhen looked horrified: "The killer weapon hidden by Hu Ji at the end is so powerful that he can't even kill this man. Is it possible that my Ming Dynasty has really lost his destiny?"

Kuang Ye, Minister of the Ministry of War, with a tired face on his face, knelt down and begged: "Your Majesty, while the Tatars are not paying attention, please change into civilian clothes and lead the cavalry to break through. This is the only thing the envoy has won for Your Majesty." Opportunity.”

Wang Zhen was furious: "How dare a rotten scholar talk nonsense about military matters? Your Majesty has a body of thousands of gold. Even if you want to break through, you must carry the Emperor's banner and ride on a chariot!"

Kuang Ye looked in disbelief. It's now, do you still need to care about these details?

He looked at Zhu Qizhen again, only to find that he really had a look of emotion on his face. He couldn't help shouting: "Your Majesty, please don't listen to this traitor. It's obvious that the Tatars want to capture your Majesty alive. Once they find out it's you, If we break through, we will definitely be pursued. Why don't we send a few more cavalry teams to escort the empty Dahu, and draw the attention of the Oara people, and then your Majesty can lead the troops in plain clothes to break out?"

Zhu Qizhen still looked hesitant.

He was not an idiot. How could he not know that what Kuang Ye said was the method with the highest success rate for him to escape back to the capital? The real explanation is here.

And if he stayed in the military camp and stood under this banner, although he would definitely be captured by the Tatars, his life would not be in danger.

Wang Zhen cautiously admonished: "Your Majesty, don't listen to these rotten words. Swords and guns don't have a good eye!"

He is the person who cares most about Zhu Qizhen's life and safety. Once Zhu Qizhen dies, even if he can return to the capital alive, he will be destined to die. On the contrary, as long as Zhu Qizhen is not dead, even if he is captured by the Wala people , in exchange for half of the Ming Dynasty, countless treasures, and hundreds of thousands of women and children being robbed and massacred, he was able to preserve his wealth and life.

Zhu Qizhen also had the same idea. If he was captured, he could just become an emperor if that was not possible, and he could save his wealth and life.

But if he dies, the capital can immediately reestablish a new emperor.

When he thought that if he died in the chaos, his concubine brother might ascend to the throne, he couldn't wait to send someone to ask Ye Xian how much land he wanted to cede and how much compensation he wanted.

"Your Majesty, please don't listen to the slanderous words of traitors!"

Kuang Ye's old face was full of tears and he kept kowtowing. He had repeatedly petitioned the emperor to return, but was punished by kneeling in the grass all night. Later, he accidentally fell off his horse and almost lost half his life. At the age of sixty-five, he was so depressed that he almost fainted on the spot.

Jeanne in the sky naturally had no intention of paying attention to this farce. She just looked at the majestic golden dragon of luck and sighed softly. Its dim figure was like a candle in the wind.

"Destiny."

"Next time, I will remind Lothar to pay attention to this thing."

A gust of wind blew.

Jeanne's figure completely disappeared without a trace.

Prajna, who was still fighting with Qie Xue's army, frowned. She blocked the long knife coming from a powerful enemy in front of her, but did not take advantage of the situation to fight back. This battle record seemed to be a loss.

Fringilla died together with the great Tatar shaman.

Your Excellency is fighting with that monk, and it's hard to tell the winner.

Cherinina was seriously injured, and it was still unclear how much combat power she had left.

Who among the remaining people can be killed? How about the Grand Master Xian who can’t be killed even by the holy spear activated by Jeanna’s burning body and transformed into holy flames?

Prajna blinked her long and narrow eyelashes slightly: "This is the so-called human affairs are done, is it difficult to violate the destiny?"

But that's it.

A giant black dragon suddenly let out a deafening roar in the distance.

The giant dragon that Lothar transformed into had bright eyes, like two bright lights, and its wings vibrated like wings hanging from the sky, flying straight towards the golden dragon of luck entrenched around Ye Xian's body.

On his back, Lavinia was supporting Cerinina and grasping the spines on Lothar's back.

"Dragon!"

"Be careful, it's a barbarian dragon!"

"Yuan Ting's Luck Golden Dragon, ha."

Lothar sneered. The bone bowl made of Song Lizong's skull that was held in the dragon's claws was crushed by him: "Then let Song Ting's Luck Fire Dragon fight with you. A fight."

The next moment, the dragon energy of the Song Dynasty, which had been imprisoned for countless years, soared into the sky.

With countless emotions of anger and hatred, it was originally a golden dragon. After breaking free, it immediately turned into red and black. The red is the fire virtue represented by the Song Dynasty, and the black is that it was imprisoned by the monks of the Yuan Dynasty. Don’t let the resentment and resentment of the tiger help you.

The red and black dragon rushed to Ye Xian without any scruples, and got entangled with the entrenched golden dragon of luck.

This damaged and incomplete dragon of luck in the Song Dynasty was destined to be destroyed after being released from the shackles of Fan Monk. It no longer cared about its own survival. It stared at scarlet eyes and opened its bloody mouth to fight with the luck. The golden dragons are fighting.

One is the Dragon Vein of the former dynasty that has been destroyed for nearly two hundred years, and the other is the Dragon Vein of the Yuan Dynasty that has declined and been expelled from the Central Plains. Although it is real but unknown, the two have quite the feeling of being rivals.

He was frightened by this vision at first, but he immediately realized that this golden dragon was connected to his soul. Once damaged, it would be his own luck. If he was killed, he would never be able to be his soul again. Go to Khan, Emperor.

He immediately drew his bow and nocked an arrow, intending to help his dragon energy.

"What are you still doing? Attack the red and black dragon!"

Only then did the timid Xue soldiers react, and they bent their bows and set arrows.

However, Lothar had no intention of letting him intervene in the battle of dragon energy.

I saw him opening his huge mouth full of fangs, and the terrifying high temperature condensed in his mouth. The next moment, dragon flames spit out.

Lavinia, who was standing on Lothar's back, released the law almost at the same time and descended on Ye Xian.

The huge Golden Dragon of Luck was instantly covered with golden thorns all over its body. It was at a disadvantage during the fight with the already damaged black and red dragon.

Immediately afterwards, blazing dragon flames followed.

Give it your all.

nothing left.

The giant dragon's cold eyes contained no emotion at all, and the dragon flames it spat out set off a prairie fire.

The temperature of the entire grassland has risen a lot out of thin air.