C137 (1/2)

To tell the truth, the words' sorry 'meant nothing to Li Dao, whether it was intentional or not.

Anyone who had wronged him should be killed. It was as simple as that.

Taking advantage of the momentum, he slashed his sword towards Tang Xiaohu's head.

At the moment when the long sword was about to cut at him, Tang Xiaohu dodged the sword and took advantage of the opportunity to stand up.

It turned out that he wasn't that bad. He might have wanted to sneak attack Li Dao when he was hesitating. Unfortunately, he had chosen the wrong person.

Li Dao had never been a merciful and lenient person, so it was impossible for him to hesitate.

”Brother Li, do you really want to kill me?”

Tang Xiaohu waved his steel fan, his voice was no longer trembling. Everything he had just done was just an act.

”You must die.”

As Li Dao spoke, he handed over the long sword like a gale.

Tang Xiaohu was clearly not a mediocre person, but his martial arts were far inferior to Qing Gong. He was even inferior to Song Xuanyang.

Both of them had consumed some of their internal energy, but Tang Xiaohu's consumption was much greater.

Moreover, his martial arts skills were like the difference between clouds and mud compared to Li Dao. There was no need to even mention the comparison between weapons. One was a fan cast from ordinary iron, while the other was a divine artifact. There was simply no way to compare the two.

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The longsword and the iron fan constantly clashed, producing ear-piercing sounds.

Li Dao attacked in anger, each of his strikes was powerful and heavy.