C539 (2/2)

Old Demon Black had lost a claw and a strange smile hung on his face. Dense black Qi coiled around his body like black snakes.

”Sky Demon Soul Devouring Great Art!”

Old Demon Hei roared in a low voice. With one hand, he cast a spell. The thick black Qi on his body transformed into a sinister little snake that pounced towards Li Dao.

The black mass of snakes formed a wave, and if one looked carefully, the black gas was clearly the ghosts of the wrongdoers.

Li Dao held his sword with one hand and swung it down with the force that could split apart a mountain. The cyan sword Qi pierced through the black waves like a rainbow piercing through the sun, revealing the avatar of the Demon Black Mountain.

The man and sword became one. At this moment, Li Dao had turned into a sword, attached to a purple long sword. His speed was unbelievably fast.

The old demon from Black Mountain frowned. His body grew taller as his sword made a turn and chased after him.

He had yet to test just how fast Li Blade was under the state of 'One with the Sword' and 'Human'. At the very least, he was unable to avoid this avatar of Old Demon Black Mountain.

The so called 'one with the sword' was not 'one with the sword' in the world of low martial arts. Rather, it was Li Dao himself who was attached to the long sword. He walked with the sword, incomparably sharp.

Old Demon Hei was extremely decisive and could not do anything. He tore through the air as the longsword approached him.

BOOM!

The purple stream of light pierced through the body of the old demon and blasted him into smithereens.

The black simulacrum took the opportunity to enter the sinister and broken space, causing the Black Mountain Demon to directly abandon his doppelgänger and escape back to the Underworld.

The purple sword didn't stop as it followed the shadow into the Underworld.

There was a bloody sun hanging in the sky, and the gray underworld soil on the ground was dried up and cracked. White bones were everywhere, and it looked like it was in ruins.

Li Dao stood on the gray Dark Earth in white clothes as he sized up the surrounding environment.

”This is the Underworld? Old Demon Black Mountain, you dared to run after provoking me. What a joke! ”

A gust of cold wind blew past, blowing his hair back. Li Dao strode forward like a shooting star, choosing a direction to fly in.

It was time to stain the sword with the blood of an immortal!