C171 (1/2)

Looking at the expression in Hong Lingbo's eyes, Li Dao wavered for a split-second.

”I, Li Jun, will keep my word. Get out of my way, or I'll kill you too!”

The body of the purple sword seemed to have a life of its own as it thirsted for fresh blood.

”No, I'm not. If you want to kill me, then kill me too.” Hong Lingbo's eyes were filled with stubbornness. He looked straight into Li Dao's eyes and did not cower in the slightest.

”Don't force me. I'll ask you again, are you admitting it or not?” Li Dao's voice became increasingly cold.

He had already asked twice, if Hong Lingbo still did not know what was good for him, he would really call him Li Jun.

”No!”

Li Dao did not waste any more time talking. He was not a talkative person and was more afraid of trouble. It was better for him to just one sword strike.

Li Dao raised his long sword and was about to slash down.

”Swordfiend, wait a moment. My two disciples haven't offended you; you can't kill them.”

Despite his ruthlessness, Li Moli did not lose his humanity in the end. Before he died, he wanted Li Dao to let go of Hong Lingbo and Lu Wushuang.

”Master, I don't want to! If you want to die, I'll die with you!” Hong Lingbo shouted loudly, full of the deep love between master and disciple.

”Ling Bo, listen carefully. Today, it's all because of Master's bad luck.” However, this has nothing to do with you. After I die, you will bring Wushuang to the grave of the living dead at the South Mountain to find your Martial Uncle Long. Master didn't teach you any profound martial arts. You should bring this Jade Bee Needle to your Martial Uncle, she will teach you the absolute arts of your sect for me. ”

As he spoke, Li Moli took out a handkerchief, and wrapped it around a thin silver needle.

”No, Master, I don't want you to die!” Hong Lingbo cried and shook his head with all his might.

Li Moli smiled as he touched Hong Lingbo's face. Raising his head, he said to Li Dao, ”I admit defeat today. Sword Demon, come. Do not implicate these two children.”

As he spoke, he closed his eyes, looking as if he was about to die.

Li Dao raised his hand, but the sword in his hand was unable to continue. It was as if there was an invisible force blocking him.

As he looked at the Jade Bee Needle, a beautiful face appeared in his mind.