The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

The azure lotus flower was holy and beautiful, but no one could appreciate its beauty.

With a swing of his sword, sword qi shot out in all directions, and no one was able to block it.

Those with luckier luck did not need to suffer to directly go through reincarnation. If there was reincarnation in this world.

Killing people did not require words, only the sword. Li Dao had already become bedeviled.

With an expressionless face, he took a step forward and swung his sword, even though he was carrying the little dragon girl on his back.

Sun Zhenzi retreated to the side. This was not the time for him to fight shoulder to shoulder with his young master. He knew how strong his young master's killing intent was. If he didn't step back, he might become his young master's spirit.

The dragon girl lightly smiled as she looked at Li Dao's every step, her feet would be stained with the stench of blood.

The setting sun was like blood, not a single strand of breeze. It only contained a sorrowful and lonely killing intent.

Is there a man with a heart of stone in the world? Probably not. Only a demon would have no heart. A Sword Demon was a true demon, so the blood couldn't stop him.

One or two. Who knew how many people fell? Not a single corpse was left intact.

In the distance, Zhu Ziliu, who held a brush in his hand, sucked in a breath of cold air. This Sword Demon had such a strong killing intent. What a high martial art!

Huang Rong touched her belly and frowned, feeling worried. There was no other reason but that the current Li Dao was too terrifying.

Guo Fu's legs were trembling as she covered her mouth. There was liquid flowing from her mouth, making her unconscious.

The Big or Small Martial Brothers stood protectively in front of Guo Fu, fear and trepidation evident on their faces. Was this the Evil Ghost Asura that crawled out of the blood sea?

At this time, no one had the intention to exorcise the devil anymore. Those who truly wanted to exorcise the devil would absolutely not be afraid.

Just as the crowd of martial artists started to retreat, Wang Feng leapt up and pointed his sword at the little dragon girl behind Li Dao. If he wanted to kill Li Dao head on, Wang Pingyi didn't think he had the ability to do so, but he wanted Li Dao to live in pain forever.

"You're courting death!"

Li Dao's eyes turned cold. His feet crossed and his wrist turned. The purple sword seemed to have come to life as his last strike arrived first and pierced through Wang's heart.

Lowering his head to look at the sword that had penetrated his body, Wang Pingyi had a malicious look in his eyes. He held in a deep breath and spat out all the blood on Li Dao's face. He then burst out laughing three times.

Li Dao slowly drew out his long sword. Taking advantage of the fact that Wang Yu was still standing, he instantly slashed out many swords. No one could clearly see just how many slashes Li Blade had actually slashed out.

He only saw the blooming of a green lotus before it cleaved him into a pile of minced meat.

"Clang!"

The weapon fell to the ground, creating a crisp sound as it hit the floor. Some threw away their weapons and turned to run, while others continued to hold their bellies and vomit.

"He's not human, he's not human at all!"

"I want to go home! My son is only three years old! I can't die here!"

All kinds of howls were accompanied by the sounds of vomiting, and a large group of martial artists scattered.

"Ah, Master!"

"Martial Uncle!"

Li Zhi Chang and his other disciple were filled with hatred, screaming and wailing.

Huang Rong couldn't help but close her eyes, and her hands couldn't help but tremble. It was really hard to be kind today.

"Dao Elder Wang, how dare the prick do this!" Guo Qing roared and pounced towards Li Dao like a crazed dragon emerging from the seas.

"Jiang Ang!"

A dragon's roar resounded as a golden light flashed. Guo Jing's palm blew away sand and stones, blowing away a pool of blood.

Li Dao tightened his grip on the little dragon girl, his gaze cold. Guo Jingcai was the culprit who had injured the little dragon girl.

"Elder brother Jing!" Huang Rong cried out in alarm, her eyes staring unwaveringly at Guo Qing, who was dashing towards Li Dao.

Little Dragon Lady gently raised her arm and used her sleeve to wipe away the smeared blood on Li Dao's face. Her actions were beautiful, but unfortunately, her surroundings were mountains of corpses and seas of blood.