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The battle was at a stalemate, like an old bull stuck in a quagmire.
Even though Jiang Kui killed one Tatar expert after another, regardless of the cost, he still couldn't disperse these frenzied enemies.
The bodyguards around him fell one by one.
Their advance slowed, became more difficult.
Behind them, the sounds of fierce fighting grew ever more tragic...
"Covered in frost, blades are drawn!"
Jiang Kui summoned the last of his strength to unleash several sword energies, three to four zhang long, forcibly breaking through the increasingly thick human wall in front of him.
This time, his sword finally could not withstand the strain and shattered into countless pieces amid the violent energy.
The Tatar soldiers, seeing that he was without a blade, their faces which a few breaths before still held traces of fear, now twisted into ferocity, and with eerie howls, they pounced on him together.
