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Li Guangling could not afford to be discouraged or dejected, because all the disciples of the Fortune Pavilion had their eyes on him. And the invincibility of his Sword of Mercy was their strongest belief.

Next, he could only say a few simple sentences to boost the morale, "Disciples of the Flowing Wind Pavilion, listen carefully. Yangzhou is the sacred and inviolable territory of the Flowing Wind Pavilion. This is our hometown, surrounded by our family and friends. But now, Da Ming Tang has betrayed his trust, and the army is pressing down on our land in order to scheme for our Yangzhou. If a great battle broke out, it would be a fight to the death. For the sake of your loved ones, your friends, and for your own sake, take up the weapons in your hands and fight back. Brave you will be fearless, defend our homeland, drive away those shameless and brutal bandit invaders! Kill them all! "Our Fortune Pavilion will definitely fight to the death!"

With that, he raised the long sword in his hand, held his head high and raised his chest as he shouted. In front of him was the common enemy of the common people of the city. That day, it was hard for Li Guangling to forget this moment of anger.

Peace without war is what everyone desires. But from the moment the war began, the Fortune Pavilion had already prepared themselves for the final battle.

Where Li Guangling's sword was pointed at, countless soldiers rushed to the battlefield. They generously went to their deaths like summer bugs that couldn't see Dong Ri anymore and didn't turn back.

In the end, he didn't hesitate any longer. He went down the stairs and personally led his best imperial guards to rush out of the Pingyuan Palace. It was a battle to the death with Wu Ke's Huban army, guarding Yangzhou.

Due to the existence of Xie Jingwen's reinforcements, it had greatly damaged the morale of the team. The comparison of strength between the two sides had also gradually decreased. It was a ratio of forty to eighty thousand. It was one to two. Logically speaking, the military strength of the famous hall was still very strong, but it had to be known that the total number of troops they had in Yangzhou was one hundred and eighty thousand. That was to say that they had injured more than half of the troops in one breath. Yangzhou, on the other hand, was as fixed as a steel nail in place. Xie Jingwen's betrayal had dealt a heavy blow to their hearts, and all of this was the result of Wu Ke's bitter struggle.

Everyone's hearts had changed. They had no choice but to accept this bitter result. Most likely, they would never be able to step through that gate again in their lives.

What was worse was that in less than two days, the 130,000 troops of the Pingyi Faction and the Fortune Pavilion had finally arrived at the battlefield, less than 30 miles away.

The scales of war had finally begun to tilt in the direction of the Flowing Wind Pavilion. If Wu Ke still refused to give up, then he would face the pincer attack from the two main forces outside the city. At that time, it would be too late for regret.

In the face of such a grim situation, standing on the high platform, Wu Ke eagerly looked at the thousand-year-old city, unable to contain his sorrow, tears streaming down his face. He clearly knew in his heart that he would never have the chance to conquer it again in his lifetime, so he painfully said: "Yangzhou, my Yangzhou! "Li Guangling, I, Wu Ke, swear to the heavens that I will not be a human until I get my revenge!"

That night, Wu Ke used his main force to finally withdraw his troops. He hastily marched through the night, evacuating over a hundred miles. The battle in Yangzhou had come to an end.

On that day, the entire city's citizens were cheering and welcoming the allied army into the city with the warmest etiquette. Hundreds of thousands of citizens were pouring into the streets and alleys with beaming smiles on their faces, celebrating the victory of the Yangzhou Defensive War. The shadow of the war vanished like smoke into thin air. One battle for ten years of peace and well-being.

Meanwhile, Hubai's army, Xie Jingwen, was heavily recommended by Li Guangling and promoted to become one of the Five Tiger Generals, and eventually became the hall master of White Tiger Hall. His name was now Xie Yukou, and he expressed his determination to start anew from scratch. From then on, Li Guangling and Mo Ni became close friends, the same air connected.

In addition, the Flowing Cloud Divine Sword Yuwen Yi Chun, in order to avenge his enemy, left the Flowing Cloud Pavilion to investigate and trace the traces of his enmity. In the end, he almost died in an ambush on Nine Palace Mountain, and due to a coincidence, he managed to help the Old Master Qin of Wang Chuan City escape calamity, killing all his enemies before finally joining the West Qin Wang Chuan City to serve him.

As for the grudge between him and the Pear Blossom Rain Spear Sima Wuxing, they fought back and forth and refused to give in to each other. In the end, he finally comprehended the unique and unique ultimate skill, "Divine Lightning". That was later.

In fact, deep down, he also wanted to end Wu Ke's life one day to wash away his shame. On that day, Wu Ke used his Transmutation Unity Technique to completely suppress the bitter lesson of almost losing his life, which was constantly spurring him to move forward. It was precisely because he had such a powerful enemy that he did not slack at all. His martial arts progressed by leaps and bounds, thus becoming his Flowing Cloud Divine Sword.

Half a year after the Yangzhou War, the news of Wu Ke's sudden death came from Da Nang. It was said that he had been severely injured by Li Guangling and his meridians had all been severed. Although he had persisted for half a year, he still died in the end. Da Ming Tang, Hong Beifei, also cried in sorrow as he rewarded the Wu family with countless amounts of money, burying them and sending them to the Yan Mountain.

According to the report of the scout, he had personally witnessed Wu Ke's corpse being placed in the mourning hall. He had followed Wu Ke's coffin all the way to its grave.

Back then, when Li Guangling heard about this important matter, he was also shocked. I didn't even personally kill you, so how can you just die like that? Sigh, this is truly a pity! Wu Ke used it. You are too – fast, quick to die.

Ten years had passed since the Yangzhou Defensive War, and for some people, no matter how many more years had passed, it was like a barb in the flesh, faintly aching. As for Wu Ke, this man, the former commander of Hubai's army, he was the thorn in Li Guangling's heart. Every time he thought about it, he felt indescribably indignant and unable to calm down for a long time.

If Wu Kaiyuan was referring to Wu Kaiyuan, then it was the same Wu Kaiyuan who had fought against him in Yangzhou before. What did that mean? Li Guangling suddenly shivered. Since Wu Ke had been living in this world for a full ten years, he had turned into the leader of the alliance, Uncle Wu, that could be killed by anyone in the martial arts world. He roamed everywhere, hoping that the world would not fall into chaos. Furthermore, he was the main culprit behind last year's Jin'ling Fortune Pavilion disaster. What was he trying to do?

And perhaps, Da Ming Tang, Hong Beifei had long known about this news and let him get away scot-free. Just thinking about it made him horrified. If this was true, then he couldn't help but be on his guard. He could faintly sense that there was a heaven-shaking scheme involved, and everything that happened today was just the tip of the iceberg.