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A clear cracking sound could be heard as the three foot long sword was crushed by Wu Ke just like that. The heroes were all shaken. They all watched in shock as the famous sword of this generation was so easily crushed by someone. Wu Ke was very satisfied with the result. He laughed complacently and said flatly, "I thought the Sword of Mercy was amazing, but it turns out it is nothing more than this! Li Guangling, your sword is broken, so use your ultimate move! "

With that, he threw the shattered sword in his hand onto the ground like throwing trash. He looked at the people beside him and said: "You are all dead people! Watching a show while standing up was very fun! Hurry up and attack together! "Kill the Sword of Mercy and capture Yangzhou!"

At this moment, Wu Ke's army was trembling as they obeyed the order and left. He saw that the city gate of the East Gate that was like a lifeline had already been taken down by the Great Hall of Light and opened its middle gate wide. The iron and steel cavalry surged into Yangzhou City with a murderous look on their faces. They killed everyone they saw without leaving a single one alive. In an instant, the defensive line of the Flowing Wind Pavilion was broken. The iron hooves shattered the heavy streams of people, and the intense fighting caused everyone to fall flat on their backs. The army was like a raging wave, unstoppable, crushing everything that stood in its way.

The East Gate had completely fallen. It was as if a dam had burst, and there was no way back. The situation had turned around, and it had completely fallen into the hands of Mubai. The galloping horses were like a fierce wind as they charged into the city. As they raised their swords, the sounds of killing echoed in the sky.

Dongfang Yin saw this and felt as if he was struck by lightning. He shouted sternly: "Brother Grand Dominance, quickly leave! If you don't leave now, it will be too late.

Just as he finished speaking, he was stopped by that fierce Han Liangcai. He was facing a great enemy and had no time to pay attention to him anymore. With an angry roar, he charged forward.

At this moment, Li Guangling's heart was as dead as ashes. He could only look on helplessly as his treasured sword was crushed into pieces in his demonic palm. Tears welled up in his eyes as he sobbed softly, "Mercy and Life Sword!" He closed his eyes in unspeakable pain and grief. The Sword of Mercy was his life, his most trusted friend. He had prayed to the heavens not to let anyone hurt it, and the sword was still there. It was just that at this moment, the sword broke just like that. He only felt as if his heart had been torn apart. It was very, very painful. That feeling was indescribable, but it was also so unforgettable.

Tears streamed down his face as he stood alone in the middle of the fiery and chaotic battlefield, as if he had been forgotten by the world. He was also indifferent to what was happening around him, unable to extricate himself from the deep pain.

Wu Ke glanced at his dazed expression and sneered, "Poor fellow, you can't even take such a small blow!" What a waste of a name! Don't bother about him, kill everyone else for me! I will keep this person and bring him back to humiliate the Fortune Pavilion. This is the Hall Master of Pingyuan Palace whom they've chosen! Weak and incompetent, unable to withstand a single blow! It caused me to waste several months of time in Yangzhou, and I'm actually fighting against such a person! "Pfft!

Since the marshal had given the order, many soldiers of the Hubai Army scoffed and ran away. They chased after the veterans who had been slaughtered like stray dogs, blood flowing everywhere. It was as if they were slaughtering chickens and dogs.

The forces of the Fortune Pavilion had been wiped out. The army had been defeated like a landslide. They had been torn to pieces and had no power to fight. Thus, tonight, Yangzhou had fallen into a new master.

Li Guangling felt as if he was in a different world. He could only watch as Hubai's forces slashed at the disciples of the Flowing Wind Pavilion, carrying out a bloody and brutal massacre. The people around him fell down one by one, like the waves of the wind cutting through straw, one after another without a sound. Life was nothing in the face of war. It was a joke. In this chaotic world, everyone felt themselves to be in danger, and they were struggling to survive, not to mention an ant.

Suddenly, a pair of bloody hands grabbed his shoulder, startling him. He looked carefully, and it was a disciple of the Fortune Pavilion who screamed at him in pain, "Li Guangling, Master Li, save us! We don't want to die! " Just as he finished speaking, a deadly sharp blade pierced his heart and went straight through his back. This disciple of the Fortune Pavilion screamed miserably as he collapsed to the ground, spitting out fresh blood. His eyes were still open even after dying, and he still said, "Save us!"

Li Guangling touched the blood that splashed all over his face and looked at the blood in his hands. He was sad, shocked, terrified, and all sorts of thoughts rolled through his mind as he roared towards the sky, "Stop! All of you, stop! "

But his voice was instantly drowned out by the endless clamor of battle, and no one responded.

At this time, a bolt of lightning that was bright as day suddenly flashed past in the sky, causing Li Guangling, who was reflected in the light and shadows of swords, to be so lonely that his face was devoid of any color. He could finally see clearly that Hu Ben Army's massacre of the disciples of Fortune Pavilion was just like a wolf, tiger, and leopard, completely devoid of humanity. At that moment, the lightning and thunder seemed like hell on earth; it was too horrible to look at.

"Li Guangling, Li Guangling! Wake up! Save them! " However, he heard Dongfang Yin's high-pitched roar that pierced the clouds.

Wu Ke used his horse to gallop through the streets of Yangzhou to watch his Huban Army wreaking havoc in this desolate city. His eyes were dull and indifferent, without any signs of pity.

Li Guangling finally woke up completely. He looked at this city that had been ravaged into a state of despair and unfamiliarity, and let out a roar that pierced the depths of his heart but was completely unable to do anything.

He painfully closed his eyes and chanted the Supreme Sword Controlling Technique to comfort the pain in his heart.

However, in the next moment, he was both surprised and happy, and once again, he felt the God Sword's voice confiding to him. His heart stirred as he shouted, "Come back, Sword of Mercy!" The broken sword, which had been broken into pieces, flew back to the side of the Sword of Mercy with a 'whooshing' sound. There were tears in his eyes as he silently said, "I have already heard your heart. "Don't worry, I will definitely not let that person off so that he can vent your anger."

As he said that, he gently stroked the blade of the sword. An invisible flow of psychokinesis wrapped around the broken swords, turning them into one, like an unstoppable and invincible sword of compassion.

At this moment, his Life Sword was ignited. He wanted to save them, to save the disciples of the Fortune Pavilion. He wanted to save each and every one of them, so that they would be able to distance themselves from the chaos of war. His Invisible Sword Qi was as fast as lightning, and strong gales were blowing violently. Wherever the stream of light passed by, the soldiers of the Hubing Army fell to the ground. The more they killed, the more intense the battle became.

War God Wu Ke swept his sharp eyes over, coldly looking at the majestic and invincible Li Guangling, his killing intent shooting out in all directions. A sinister smile suddenly appeared on his scarlet lips, and he said, "Not bad, not bad! This is the Sword of Mercy I want to see! Come on, Li Guangling! Let's kill to our heart's content! "