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There was only a little bit of the setting sun left on the horizon. Corpses were strewn all over the battlefield, and the ground was dyed with fresh blood.

The wind was blowing. Li Dao's hair was lifted as his blood-stained clothes fluttered in the wind. The corners of his mouth curled up as he walked towards the large number of Mongol troops.

"Kill!"

With a low roar, he flipped his wrist and used his sword to strike out at the Wandering Dragon. He immediately cut off the bodies of the few Mongolian soldiers in front of him.

On the battlefield, having a slightly longer weapon gave him a huge advantage. Coincidentally, Li Dao's sword was long enough and sharp enough.

Whether it was the generals of the battlefield or the soldiers charging in, there was almost no one that used a sword as a weapon. This was because the sword was just too elegant. They could either use long spears or machetes. Only such a weapon with a large back could have an astonishing killing power.

The sword was either for the commander, or for the chivalrous heroes of the martial world, or for the scholars. Warriors would never use a sword.

Li Dao didn't know if he was a warrior or not, but he liked to use the sword.

Normally, when martial artists used swords, there were very few who would behead a person. Those who did so were all swordsmen. Because swords walk light and nimble, blades move steadily, but Li Dao is an exception, he is sure that he is a swordsman.

He walked forward step by step, killing several people with each step he took. Blood splattered into the sky before finally dripping onto the ground.

At the city gates, Guo Jing walked in with Little Dragon Lady in tow, followed by Huang Rong and a few other Elders of the Beggar Clan.

After entering the city, Huang Rong immediately ordered the officials to close the gates.

Creak! Creak! Creak! The door shaft rubbed against each other, producing an ear-piercing sound.

Yang Tong's face was filled with anger as he shouted, "What are you doing? Eldest brother is still outside helping us block the back. How is he going to come in after closing the city gates?"

"That's right, my family's young master is outside fighting with his life on the line, what are you all doing?" Sun Zhenzi held his broadsword horizontally as he looked at Huang Rong with an unfriendly expression.

The little dragon girl shook off Guo Jing's hand, her expression turning ice-cold. It was clear what she meant.

Guo Qing also looked at Huang Rong with dissatisfaction. They really shouldn't ignore Li Dao at this moment.

Looking at everyone's eyes, Huang Rong forced a smile and explained, "If we don't close the city gates, then the Mongolian Army will come in." With such high kung fu skills, we can hang a rope from the wall to ensure his safety. Right now, the reason we are closing the city gates is to prevent the Sword Demons from wasting their efforts. "

Hearing Huang Rong's words, everyone felt that it was reasonable and decided not to dwell on this topic anymore. They immediately ran towards the city gate tower.

On top of the tower of Xiangyang City stood a densely packed group of people. There were officials of the Song Dynasty and heroes of the martial arts world. They were all staring at the figure below the city who wielded a sword to behead an enemy.

Holding onto the long sword, Li Dao walked forward step by step. Behind him, dozens of corpses had already fallen.

Seeing that the city gates were closed, the Mongol soldiers turned their attention to Li Dao.

The surrounding Mongolian soldiers quickly encircled Li Dao with long spears or scimitars in hand.

At the top of the city gate tower, a thick rope was hanging halfway down, Yang Zhao shouted, "Big brother, the city gate is already closed, hurry up and come up."

Sun Zhenzi, Guo Qing and many others also started to shout.

Li Dao turned around and smiled at everyone. Then, he turned around and dashed toward the large flag at the center of the Mongolian Army.

His white robe fluttered in the wind as he ran. His four foot long purple sword was especially eye-catching.

Before the group of Mongolian soldiers had surrounded him, Li Dao had already rushed far away. As long as there was anyone who blocked his way, he would immediately be decapitated and his head would be thrown into the air.

"What are the Sword Demons trying to do?"

Everyone was astonished. Instead of returning to the tower, he charged forward with his sword raised. What was he trying to do?

Looking at the figure dashing through the army, there was no one who wasn't hot-blooded. A few words appeared in everyone's mind.

"You said he can do it?"

"It's definitely possible. With such a high level of swordplay, he will definitely succeed."

"We misunderstood him. Swordfiend Li Dao is a great hero. From today onwards, whoever dares to go against Swordfiend will be the one who dares to go against me."

"Me too!"

On the city walls, people's performances were different, but no one said that the Sword Demons were not. A mighty force with thousands of men and horses, the Spiked King was a hero that could support both the heavens and the earth!

Under the command of the Mongolian Army, Kublai Lie squinted his eyes and suddenly said, "Send the order to capture him alive!"

He immediately passed down the orders from left to right.

A wind was blowing under Li Dao's feet. Wisps of dark yellow gas were being devoured and absorbed by the long sword. However, he did not pay attention to any of this. His attention was completely focused on the Mongol army's main headquarters.