The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

Dark clouds covered the moon, flames shot up into the sky, and most of the Yuan Dynasty was thrown into chaos.

A group of grass from the Jianghu had shown their worth at this time.

A thousand strong army might be able to disperse half of the martial arts forest, but when these people tried to kill them, it would undoubtedly be terrifying.

Ordinary martial arts experts would definitely be able to fight one against ten. Their martial arts skills were at the peak, and they could even fight one against a thousand.

Therefore, the unsuspecting Mongolian officials and generals had all died in their own residences, which had then been engulfed in flames.

Within the palace, a white shadow was flying at a speed so fast that the naked eye could barely catch it.

After continuously capturing many guards and palace maids, Li Dao finally found the location of the wide platform.

The corner of his mouth curled up into a sneer. Li Dao had disappeared into the depths of the palace.

Although the palace was heavily guarded, that was only to ordinary people. In the past, Hong Qi Gong could secretly eat in the imperial kitchens of the Great Song Imperial Palace for a month. Li Dao's kung fu and Qing Gong were not inferior to his.

The golden plaque was still dazzling in the dark night, and the steps made of white jade were pleasing to the eyes.

On the signboard, there were three large words' Hall of Brilliance '. One could tell that it was from the concubine's sleeping quarters.

There were hundreds of guards outside the hall. They were all wearing scimitars and patrolling the hall with lanterns in their hands. Each one of them was upright and in high spirits.

These people were the pro-soldiers who were protecting their homes and plateaus. If they were placed in the Song Dynasty, they would be called the Imperial Guards, or the Imperial Guards.

Li Dao no longer hid his body and walked out from the shadows.

When they saw Li Dao in a white robe with a long sword in his hand appear, the guards were stunned for a moment before reacting quickly as they shouted out loud.

A General appeared and shouted at Li Dao, but Li Dao could not understand what he was saying.

At this time Mongolia is merging the Han culture, the top Mongolian aristocracy may speak Chinese, can write Chinese characters. But these soldiers would never do that, so they were still speaking in the Mongolian language.

Li Dao was not here to act cool. He was here to kill!

Without wasting any time, he unsheathed his sword and walked up the stairs made of white jade towards the main gate of Zhaohe Palace.

The martina-looking cop yelled even louder, pulled out his machete, and slashed at Li Dao.

With a cold expression, Li Dao continued to walk forward.

These Mongol guardians did not believe what they had just heard and shouted loudly. They were probably calling for an assassin, a protector, or something like that.

The ruckus outside the hall alarmed the spacious interior of the hall.

The fat on his body swayed, and he put on a dragon robe, standing up with his chest hair exposed.

On the dragon bed, there was an exquisite jade body that dazzled the eyes. That white wave was able to make countless men go crazy.

"Big Khan, where are you going? Why are you making such a ruckus outside the hall?" Her sleepy eyes were hazy and her soft and weak appearance made her heart tremble.

"Beauty, don't panic. Wait until I see who's so blind, I'll cut off his head for sure." He then stood up, grabbed his machete, and walked out of the hall.

The Mongols were good at using scimitars and bows, even when they were on a wide platform, but the scimitars in his hands were made of gold.

After walking a few dozen meters, he suddenly pushed open the door, and what entered his vision was a scene that made the wide platform frown.

A man dressed in a white robe brandished his sword gracefully. Every swing of the sword brought with it a human head. Fresh blood dyed the steps made from white jade red.

Even so, the guards continued to charge forward, fearlessly dashing towards the silhouette, even though they knew that the next to fly up would be them.

I've met an assassin! The wide platform regained its senses, but it did not panic. Instead, the golden scimitar remained in his hand.

The wide platform believed that very soon, a large number of guards would arrive. Furthermore, he wasn't an easy person to deal with since he had to travel to the north and south. As a result, the wide platform stared coldly at the white figure.

He was thinking that if he caught this person, he must chop him into eight pieces and hang him at the city gates as a warning to those disobedient Han Chinese.

What he did not know was that he could not wait for the arrival of a large group of guards.