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This was the strongest sword in the world, the Sword of Mercy. It was so dazzling and radiant, but unfortunately, this was also the last time. Perhaps this was the fate of famous swords. Fortune Pavilion was the foundation of his life. His family, his friends, and his glorious achievements were all there. In order to protect the most precious thing in one's life, he was ordered to do so in the face of danger.

He bravely stepped forward. With the Life and Death Sword in his hand, he was as imposing as a silver spear stabbing into the ground. He naturally had a terrifying aura that could not be violated. This was the famous sword of the world — the Sword of Mercy. The killing intent of the sword stretched as far as the eye could see.

Waves after waves of miserable wails sounded out in everyone's ears, causing all the famous soldiers to fall down one after another. Some of them even knelt down and hugged their heads, crying out miserably, "Ah! My eyes, they're all gone! "

He saw so many eyes being raked by the flying sword. Blood flowed profusely and his face was completely red. His eyes felt as if they had been pierced by a poisonous needle. The pain was excruciating. It was a mess. The soldiers who had taken advantage of the situation were attacking him fiercely. He had been killed, and he had suffered a great number of casualties.

When the famous disciples who had been hiding behind them finally reacted and killed another group of people, it was as if they had just awoken from a dream.

Li Guangling knew that the situation was in a precarious situation, without delay, and deeply detested the evil acts of Taotang. He was merciless, merciless, and would not act the way he used to. He would kill anyone, cut off their arms and legs, and leave them alone. The flying swords in the sky were able to destroy everything. The sword passed through without leaving a trace, killing to the point where there was no room for battle. Mournful cries could be heard one after another.

Seeing that the number of soldiers beside him had increased, his heart madly jumped. He suppressed his mixed emotions and fiercely collided with Li Guangling's gaze, the killing intent in his eyes revealed, and he fiercely roared: "Li Guangling, your real opponent is me. If you don't die today, I won't be at ease. I just don't understand why you can't die. Yangzhou is finished, how many people are still around you? You clearly have no chance, but you still refuse to give up? "

As soon as he finished speaking, he stood up and aimed the steel whip at Li Guangling's vital parts and continued to whip and smash them. His attack was fierce and overbearing, with a single smash, it caused a ripple, wishing that he could kill Li Guangling in one strike. After being whipped by his steel whip, the disciples of the Fortune Pavilion perished on the spot. They struggled for a moment before they stopped moving.

Li Guangling was as resolute as iron as he calmly watched his opponent's every move. No matter how terrible the situation, as long as he still had one breath left, he would still be that omnipotent Sword of Mercy, never to be defeated. His Life and Death Sword was his life. A formless sword aura burst out and soared into the sky, exploding with the whip image. With a loud rumble, several people were sent flying backwards from the impact.

Xiong Aokun let out an angry roar and actually withstood this wave of attacks, soaring up into the sky, breaking through the sword formation surrounded by sword qi. A bolt of lightning slashed down, instantly arriving in front of Li Guangling, aiming for his vital points.

Li Guangling's invisible sword qi instantly condensed in his hand. He held it horizontally in front of his chest and blocked the opponent's whip attack. He would absolutely not let the opponent's attack invade his body. At the same time, the sword energies that were soaring in the sky were all withdrawn again. They were stacked on top of each other like scales swimming in water. It was a shocking sight to behold and it caused Xiong Aokun's mouth to go dry.

Thinking of the power that could pierce the heart with ten thousand arrows, Xiong Aokun's scalp quivered as he dove into the crowd of people from the Fortune Pavilion and hid himself. Using the enemy's fear of throwing a rat, he used the lives of the disciples as a barrier to avoid Li Guangling's sword Qi.

Li Guangling did not expect the other party to be so shameless, he angrily bellowed, "Xiong Aokun, quickly scram out here! Let's fight to the death! " He could only let the sword gleams roam about in the air, seeking for the enemy's weak points. He then told everyone to quickly get out of the way.

Xiong Aokun suddenly exploded, sending all the disciples flying. He fiercely looked at Li Guangling and said with hatred: "Li Guangling, you are indeed very powerful. We will meet up very soon. I hope that you are still alive then, and we can have a fair and square fight! "See you later!" With that, he leaped into the night sky like a goose and jumped down from the city wall.

"You bastard! Old man, you won't die from the fall!" Li Guangling's personal guards started cursing. Some of the arrows were aimed at the burly figure that was flickering in and out. However, it didn't have any effect. The opponent didn't even have the slightest bit of reaction. At least they didn't even hear the screams. The people around them were frustrated and discouraged when they saw the situation unfolding before their eyes.

Tong Meng and Yang Qian Qing were still fighting excitedly. They were having fun even if they were going to die. However, they didn't realize that the soldiers beside them had all been cleaned up by others. When Yang Qian Qing retreated to the side, the light and shadows of his sword illuminated everything around him. Yang Qian was left in a miserable state, bleeding profusely. He was disarmed on the spot and kicked to the ground.

Li Guangling stared coldly at Tong Meng who still refused to surrender and shouted, "If you move again, I'll throw you down! F * ck, forcing me to go crazy! What's your name? How arrogant! "

Tong Meng was frightened by him and immediately went silent. He obediently squatted on the ground, but his mouth refused to give in. "I, your Grandfather Tong, am a person who does not change my name. My name is Tong Meng. All of you be a little more polite! Those who are afraid of death aren't heroes. If you have the ability to kill me, then you'll just become a true hero after 18 years! "

"Brave man!" With such an ugly appearance, who would know you!? Take him down there and give him a good beating. Li Guangling gave the order and had his men take care of it. There was something he didn't say. This Tong Meng was, after all, a famous pioneer general. It might be useful to capture him first.

At this time, Bei Yan Gate's offense was slightly reduced, and everyone could slightly breathe a sigh of relief. However, they could clearly hear the sound of the killing intent that shook Fire Beacon City. Everyone's hearts were incomparably heavy as they started to clean up the battlefield. Whenever they encountered an enemy that did not have any breath left in them, they would go up and end their opponent's life with a blow.

Li Guangling had people check on the wounded, and another 100 or so people rushed to the East Gate with a murderous look on their faces to reinforce Dongfang Wei. He told Yang Qian Qing to stay at the Northern Yan Gate and defend the front line. He had to hold on until he returned, and he absolutely could not let the enemy break into the city.

The military's situation was like fire. He couldn't afford to waste even a second of time like this. Along the way, whenever he encountered enemy troops attacking the city, Li Guangling's sword of compassion would turn into countless streaks of light that would shoot out without pause, mercilessly flashing with cold light. The sword shadow suddenly disappeared into thin air, and the only thing that could be heard was a series of shrill cries that echoed in the night sky.