The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

The flag with the picture of the Ash Wolf fell, and after a short silence, shouts and cries filled the air.

For an army, the flag of the center is a sign. Now, the flag had been cut off.

Li Dao reached out to grab Kubler Lie's head. His gaze was like lightning, and in his other hand was a four foot long sword. His entire body was bathed in blood, as if he was a demon.

Some of the Mongolian generals wanted to regroup their troops, but they were powerless. They could only gather a small force, a small force of soldiers. More soldiers' faith collapsed and began to retreat.

Lord of the Longevity, is this the demon god you sent to punish us?

Many of the soldiers were shocked. Looking at Li Dao, who was covered in blood and had a long sword that reached the sky, they were scared.

In the distance, Guo Jing jumped down from the city gate tower and charged towards the Mongolian Army.

The city gate creaked, thousands of people rushed out together, shouting loudly like an unstoppable mountain torrent.

"Kill them all, chase these Mongolian police officers out of the Central Plains!"

"Kill these beasts!"

"They will pay back the debt of blood with their lives! They will pay back the lives of their fellow villagers!"

The Beggar Clan's disciple, the hero of the martial arts world and the soldiers of the Great Song, followed closely behind Guo Jing, his face red and filled with excitement.

Li Dao stood on the throne of Kublai, holding the head in one hand and the sword in the other. He shouted loudly, "Kublai is dead, get back to your grassland or I will kill every one of you!"

"Don't listen to him. He's just one person. Let's all rush up to avenge our prince!"

"Wolf God's children will not retreat, let's attack together!"

Some generals were shouting, calling for the soldiers to gather together and take revenge for Kublai. But at this time, how many people could actually listen?

Li Dao grabbed the head of Kublai Lie and jumped off the king's carriage, rushing towards the crowd.

He was covered in blood and carried Kublai's head in his hand. The Mongol soldiers were terrified.

Some of the soldiers lost control of their legs, threw down their weapons and started running behind.

There was one, two, and three that followed, and then huge numbers of Mongolian soldiers, who had lost their weapons, began to flee.

Guo Jing brought a few thousand soldiers and made contact with the Mongolian Army. The Song Army had high morale. As soon as they saw the Mongolian soldiers, they rushed forward with their weapons raised.

The morale of the Mongol side had already dropped down to the abyss. They didn't even have the mood to fight back. Occasionally, one or two of them would be chopped to death by swords.

Li Dao was slaughtering his way through the army. His sword was like a dragon, and heads were rolling everywhere it went.

In this sort of situation, unless Sun Wu was reborn, how could an ordinary person turn the tables on him?

Some Mongolian generals, unable to do anything, jumped on their horses and fled with their personal guards.

Li Dao's eyes were cold. If he caught someone, he would kill them. With a single slash, he would kill them all. In fact, he could even kill a head or several of them.

Tens of thousands of Mongolian troops were like a collapsed mountain as they suddenly jumped down, turned around and fled behind.

After cutting off another head, Li Dao stopped. He held onto Kubler Lie's hair with one hand and the longsword in the other hand, while he stood on the spot, breathing heavily.

Just now, he looked like a demonic god, but he knew his own situation. Without breaking through to the Xiantian realm, one's Zhen Qi could not be sustained, and there would come a time when it would run out.

Regardless of whether it was his physical strength or true qi, he had already reached his limit. However, what was worth comforting was that after killing Kublai, the Mongolian Army began to flee and the dark yellow gas that filled the sky began to gush towards the sword.

This act of posturing was worth it!

Guo Jing took the lead, leading several thousand men in hot pursuit of the fleeing Mongolian army. Along the way, they left behind the corpses of a large number of Mongolian soldiers.

Xiao Long and Sun Zhenzi stood beside Li Dao. Xiao Long reached out her hand to touch Li Dao's face. Her eyes were full of reproach.

Li Dao subconsciously avoided Xiao Long's jade-like hands because his face was covered in blood.

"Don't move!"

Xiao Long scolded with a straight face. She grabbed Li Dao's face with her hands and used her snow-white sleeves to wipe away the blood on Li Dao's face.

Li Dao could only bitterly smile. He looked towards Sun Zhenzi, who was gloating in his misfortune. He was so scared that he immediately retracted his smile.

The sun had already set and the moonlight was shining. The land outside of Xiangyang City was covered in a layer of rouge gauze. The main name of this robe was Li Dao, the Sword Demon.