The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

The snow was full of daggers, so he was able to escape in the night.

Under the night sky, the densely packed Mongolian soldiers dropped their helmets and armor and fled back the way they had come.

Thousands of soldiers from the Song Dynasty, a group of beggars, and a group of people from the martial arts world were chasing after and killing tens of thousands of Mongol troops. No matter how one looked at it, this was a fantasy, but this was the truth.

The moonlight shone like it was practicing, and the blood flowed like it was being washed. The night was so bleak.

The chase continued for several dozen miles. When Guo Jing turned his head back while panting for breath, he was only followed by Yang, Zhu Ziliu, and a few other martial practitioners from the martial arts world.

Those who were able to chase this far were all martial arts experts, even ordinary people would not be able to chase this far.

Although their bodies were weak, these people were in high spirits. Breathing heavily, they could not suppress the excitement in their hearts.

"Great!" Delightful! "Awesome!"

Guo Jing opened his arms wide and looked up to the sky, cheering happily.

"Brother Guo, how many years has it been since the Song Dynasty had such a victory?" Zhu Ziru's voice was trembling. Under the moonlight, her refined face was no longer elegant and her hair was messy.

"I don't know. Ever since Grandpa Yue, we haven't had a victory, right?" Guo Jing came back to his senses, a complicated expression on his face. The imperial court was corrupt, and they, who had nothing but patriotism, were on the verge of despair. Who knew that a Sword Demon would perform a miracle on them today?

"This is all thanks to big brother. If not for big brother, how could we have killed Mongolian Tarantula so easily today?" Yang was half-squatting on the side as he giggled. His handsome face was beaming like a chrysanthemum.

"That's right, the Sword Demon is the key to this victory!" Zhu Ziru sighed, not bothering to tidy up her messy hair.

The few of them sat on the ground, staring into the night sky, the excitement in their hearts lingering for a long time.

"Let's go back to the city. If we don't go back now, everyone will worry about us." Zhu Zi Liu stood up first and said to the others.

When they had had enough rest, the others helped each other up and hurried back to Xiangyang City. On the way, they kept discussing about the Sword Demon, Li Dao.

Guo Qing looked at his severed hand and remained silent. It was unknown what he was thinking about.

Li Dao had already returned to Xiangyang City and was living in Guo Jing's mansion, arranged by Huang Rong.

Guo Fu, who originally had a strong opinion of him, didn't say anything. No matter what Li Dao had done before, based on his performance today, no one could be more picky.

After taking a bath, he changed into a new white robe. Li Dao felt refreshed and faintly felt that his inner strength had improved a little bit.

Little Dragon Maiden rested her chin on her hands as she looked at him, making him feel very uncomfortable. Regarding today's matter, he had indeed never considered her feelings before.

Sun Zhenzi's face was completely red. He wanted to say something, but he hesitated. In the Guo Mansion, many martial artists looked at Li Dao, feeling that he was handsome and cool, without the previous sense of hatred.

It was already late in the night, and the city was filled with the sound of the gongs and drums. The torches were held in a long line.

The people cheered in the streets, their faces brimming with genuine joy. The collapse of the Mongolian army was something they had witnessed with their own eyes.

Guo Jing, Yang Guo, and Zhu Zi Liu had returned. Many people had gathered outside the Guo Mansion, and they were all calling out the name of Great Hero Guo.

"Hero Guo is back!"

"This time, the repelling of the Mongolian Army was all thanks to Hero Guo. Everyone, bow to Hero Guo!"

"Without Great Hero Guo, we would have already fallen under the feet of the Mongolian army. How can we live a peaceful life today?"

Facing the crowd's praise, Guo Jing's face was full of shame as he shouted, "Everyone, quiet down. I never expected to achieve such a victory today. All of this depended on one person, and that was the Sword Demon, Li Dao. He was the one who had single-handedly assassinated the enemy's head, Kublai. He had severed the banner of the Meng Army, which had led to the complete defeat of the Meng Army. "I would never dare to call myself that."

"Sword Demon Li Dao?"

Many people had heard of this name, but also many people had not heard of it. The crowd was puzzled, wasn't this war being led by Great Hero Guo?

Immediately, many of the martial artists and soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty who witnessed Li Blade's actions told the story of how Li Blade had taken the enemy's head in the army.

Looking at the clamoring crowd, Guo Jing lowered his head to look at his severed arm and sighed emotionally, "Great hero, great hero! Swordfiend is one as well!"