Looking at Guo Jing and Liu Haoren, who were fighting more and more valiantly, Mu Qingxiao nodded in praise.
In the center of the Mongol army, Khubilai's expression became more and more unsightly. He did not expect that thousands of Mongol soldiers would not be able to take down two people.
Instantly, he started to panic, but he maintained a calm expression.
Right now, the situation was leaning towards the Great Song. The difference in numbers between the two sides was not too great, and the Hall of the Nine Clouds had the advantage. If it wasn't for the Mongol army's teamwork, they would have been defeated long ago.
The Hall of the Nine Clouds's combat strength gave Khubilai a lot of pressure, and it was the same for Guo Jing and Liu Haoren. Looking at the current situation, he was not sure who would win and who would lose.
On the city wall, looking at the battlefield outside Xiangyang City, Mu Qingxiao's gaze became sharp.
Both sides were evenly matched, and there were 200,000 or so soldiers on the battlefield. If they continued like this, it would take three days and three nights before the battle would end.
Since that was the case, he would speed things up.
The fastest way to end the battle was to kill the leader first.
As long as Khubilai died, the morale of the Mongol army would fall. Khubilai thought that by hiding in the center of the army, no one would be able to take his head. This was his only miscalculation.
Hum … hum … hum …
At this moment, a sharp, ear-piercing sound of a sword rang out from the city wall of Xiangyang City. The sound reverberated through the entire battlefield as if a divine sword had descended from the Nine Heavens, piercing everyone's eardrums.
All of a sudden, the warriors who were bathed in blood on the battlefield paused for a moment. They all looked up at Xiangyang City. For a moment, there was complete silence.
Under the gazes of hundreds of thousands of people, a white-clothed young man stood in the air above Xiangyang City, and there was an incredibly domineering divine sword around him.
Whether it was Guo Jing, Liu Haoren, the disciples of the Hall of the Nine Clouds, or those who had interacted with Mu Qingxiao before, they all looked up with shock in their eyes.
This was because the person standing in the air was their Palace Lord!
Khubilai looked at the god-like figure in the air, and his heart beat wildly. He felt more and more uneasy. The current situation had completely exceeded his expectations.
Standing in the air, was this something a mortal could do?
Most importantly, the target of the figure in the void seemed to be him …
At that moment, Mu Qingxiao used her spiritual energy and Geppo to stay in the air for a short while. Her soul sword had already been unsheathed and she looked sharply at Khubilai, who was in the middle of the Mongol army.
In the next second, with a thought, along with the sound of a sword, the Imperial Sword Technique was displayed!
Buzz!
When the sword hum dissipated, everyone stared at the scene before them in disbelief.
He would probably never forget what Mu Qingxiao just did for the rest of his life.
At the centre of the Mongol army, Khubilai's head had already fallen to the ground, and there was only a headless corpse left on the war horse. Blood spurted out like a fountain …
Taking the enemy general's head from a thousand meters away!
"Go back and tell your Mongols that this time, it was Khubilai. If he dares to invade the central plains again, I will personally come to Mongolia and take his head!"
Mu Qingxiao stood in the air. His voice was flat, but it spread throughout the entire battlefield. His tone was emotionless, as if he was a deity overlooking all living beings from the Ninth Heaven, announcing his judgment. His bone-chilling killing intent was branded in the depths of everyone's soul.
No one dared to doubt his words. That sword just now had already proved that he had such skills and strength.
The Mongol army had been invincible all the way down south. However, no one had expected that Khubilai, who had led the army for decades, would die in front of Xiangyang City!
More accurately, his head had been taken by a mysterious expert from the central plains from a thousand meters away. He did not even have the chance to react. He probably did not even know how he had been killed!
Khubilai's death was a devastating disaster for the Mongol army.
With Mu Qingxiao's threat, the army's morale was in chaos. Even the Mongol army's generals were terrified. They led the army to retreat, not daring to take another step forward. They were afraid that they would be the ones to be beheaded in the next second!
"His Highness is dead …"
"Long live the Palace Lord! Kill all these invaders! Brothers, follow me!"
After regaining his senses, General Meng pulled out his sword and shouted. Mu Qingxiao only needed to slightly change the situation of the battle. He would take care of the rest.
Khubilai's death was like pulling out the backbone of the Mongol army. Their morale was in chaos. The Hall of the Nine Clouds and Quanzhen's disciples all charged forward and started to surround the Mongol army. They did not show any mercy. The Mongol army's defeat was set.
Mu Qingxiao kept his Soul Sword and floated to the top of the city wall. Looking down at the Nine Firmaments Palace and Quan Zhen Sect's disciples who were mercilessly beating up those who had fallen into the water, the corners of his mouth curled into a devilish smile.
Now, even without the Great Song's royal family, the Hall of the Nine Clouds was still strong enough. He also had his own deterrence. If the Mongol army wanted to invade the central plains again, they would have to think twice.
At this moment, Guo Jing and Liu Haoren had returned. Their clothes and faces were covered with sticky blood, and they held Khubilai's head in their hands.
Liu Haoren smiled and said, "Palace Lord, what should we do with the enemy's head?"
"Hang it on the city wall!"
"Yes, I will do it right away."
After Liu Haoren left, Guo Jing walked up excitedly and knelt on one knee. He said respectfully, "Palace Lord, Guo Jing thanks you for everything you have done for the Great Song's citizens."
Mu Qingxiao waved his hand and said with a smile, "My meager strength is not worth mentioning. If you want to thank someone, thank the brothers of Ninth Heaven Palace. They have contributed much more than me. Remember, you must treat the families of those brothers well."
"Yes."
Guo Jing stood up and respectfully stood behind Mu Qingxiao. Looking at the battlefield, his eyes were filled with excitement. Back then, he never would have dreamed that Xiangyang City would be defended.
"Ding … Quest completed. Reward: 1000 Plunder Points. Host's information is being digitized …"
Host: Mu Qingxiao (Dragon Knight)
Grade: Unknown
Weapon: Soul Sword
Battle Skill: Storm Blade
Level: Golden Core Level 4
Divine Sense: 2800 +
Mental Cultivation: Imperial Maiden Heart Sutra, Imperial Maiden Heart Sutra – Duanti Chapter, Imperial Maiden Heart Sutra – Soul Sword Chapter, Imperial Maiden Heart Sutra – Sword Chapter …
Partner: Wang Yuyan, Abby, Aju, Boya, Hankuk, Ouyang, Zi Yan
Plunder Points: 10200
Storage Space: 150 square meters
Hearing the System's notification, Mu Qingxiao's lips curled up into a devilish smile. After 20 years, the System's quest had finally been completed. He could finally go home.
Looking around the battlefield, the Mongol army was utterly defeated. The Nine Firmaments Palace had already gained the absolute advantage. The Mongol soldiers were fleeing in all directions like cornered beasts. The outcome of the battle had already been decided, and victory was only a matter of time.
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