C188 (1/2)

Once the sword was thrown out, there was no reason to take it back. Blood spurted out for a while and then started to bubble.

After a short period of silence, the flesh mountain like Darba roared and charged towards Li Dao.

The Guardian King's eyes were burning with fury, but he maintained his rationality. He stretched out a hand to stop Darba as he muttered something. In any case, Li Dao could not hear what he said.

Darba glared at Li Dao, then stepped forward to collect Huo Du's corpse.

”Can you guys give me a way out?”

Li Dao held Little Dragon Lady in one hand and a purple sword in the other. The purple longsword was different from ordinary swords. It was more than four feet long, and when it was raised, it could reach a person's chest.

”Aren't you being too arrogant? Or is this the way to treat the Central Plains martial arts Lin?”

Shakyamuni Golden Wheel stared at Li Dao's ice-cold face, each word coming to a halt, his tone somewhat stiff. He was not a Chinese person to begin with, so being able to speak Chinese was already quite impressive.

”Right now, I don't have the time to say so much to you. Count up three times. If you don't allow me, then my sword will not ask who you are.”

Shakyamuni was furious. He looked at Li Dao with a murderous look and did not say another word. He thought that he had mastered his martial arts, so he came to the Central Plains to show off. He didn't expect to meet such a crazy person the moment he stepped through the door.

Although Shakyamuni Golden Wheel was a monk, not all monks had good tempers. The Buddha had Vajra's Fury.

The group of martial practitioners in the manor wiped the cold sweat on their heads as they gloated while looking at Shakyamuni and the others. Swordfiend was Swordfiend, and his character of drawing a sword without a word was simply too cool.

Compared to Li Dao, the Golden Wheel Shakyamuni was even more loathsome to Wu Lin of the Central Plains. In the end, Li Dao was still Chinese. Even though he had killed many people, he was not without reason.

Unlike Shakyamuni, who is Mongolian, the crimes committed by the Mongol army are even more heinous. In front of the righteousness of the nation, the distinction of good and evil was not so obvious.

”One, two, three!”

With that, Li Dao moved. His longsword was like a purple bolt of lightning as he pointed it straight at the Guardian King's throat.

Generally speaking, swordsmanship had various uses, such as stabbing, striking, chopping, lifting, lattice, washing, etc. Li Blade liked to use the sharpness of his longsword to chop and chop because chopping had more momentum.

There was a gap between him and the Guardian of Golden Wheel, but the gap was not that obvious. If it was a slash, he would definitely dodge it, but if it was a stab, he might not necessarily dodge it.