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Both of them did not hold back, and their killing intent was astonishing.

All sorts of sword intents and sword moves were instantly displayed by Li Dao. His expression was cold and his sword speed was as fast as a sword.

Guo Jing's robes fluttered in the wind as his expression turned serious. He didn't get angry, but he still had his might.

Li Dao took a step back and pulled back his sword. He once again struck out with his sword, as if he was a great Kun that was flapping its wings into a roc.

The roc flapped its wings, soaring upwards by more than ninety thousand kilometers. Its aura was capable of shaking the heavens.

Guo Jing drew a circle with his hands and pushed with them. The dragon cry was deafening, but it was a hundred li in shock.

Huang Rong's pupils constricted. How could she not recognize the Southern Flower Sword Technique of the Nine Yin Scriptures? But was the Southern Flower Sword Technique really this powerful?

According to the legends, the great roc took the dragon as its food. The purple longsword was like a great roc diving down from the heavens as it stretched out its two claws.

Under the incredulous gazes of the crowd, the purple blade shattered the golden divine dragon, then chopped off Guo Jing's hand.

Guo Jing let out a muffled groan. His right hand gripped the palm-less left hand tightly. He gritted his teeth to prevent himself from crying out in pain. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead as he stared at Li Dao.

”Ah! Elder brother Jing!”

”Father!”

”Uncle Guo!”

Many people cried out in alarm, among them Huang Rong, who was the loudest.

Li Dao was expressionless as he walked step by step towards Guo Jing with his long sword raised slanted. The body of the beautiful woman's sword was not stained with blood.

”Hero Guo lost?”

Many people looked at each other in dismay. His kung fu was superb, and he was almost the number one in the world, Great Hero Guo, had lost?

Li Dao didn't care about the thoughts and thoughts of others. He directly walked towards Guo Qing. His speed was extremely slow, but no one stood up to attack him.

Huang Rong cried out in alarm, stumbling as she ran towards Guo Jing. Yang Zhao also crawled up from the ground in a sorry state and ran towards Guo Jing.

They ran quickly and stopped in front of Guo Jing.

The little dragon girl was still smiling. Her laughing Nightmare was like a flower, like the purest and most naive fairy.