The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

Heaven and Earth were silent. Those who had been running away also stopped in their tracks, turning back to look at Great Hero Guo and Demon Ox.

The wind was blowing. It was a very strong wind. Li Dao tore apart Li Yao's robe and lifted the black hair on the little dragon girl's temples.

In the entire manor, other than the sound of his heartbeat, there was no other sound.

The violet longsword reflected the sunlight, and the image of the azure lotus seemed to be real.

On her grave and grave face, there was still a trace of dirty blood. The dragon girl had not completely wiped it away. Instead, she had wiped away Li Dao's tainted face.

All this time, Li Dao had never been in love with forming hand seals because he felt that those gaudy movements were useless. He had always held the sword firmly.

Step by step, he walked towards Guo Jing, his killing intent soaring to the heavens.

The golden divine dragon spiraled into the sky. Guo Jing was like a deity that descended to the mortal world. He struck out with his palm, not leaving the slightest bit of energy behind.

Justice and evil clashed!

A cyan Sword Qi shot out from the sword's body, thrusting straight forward.

"Jiang Ang!"

The golden divine dragon roared towards the sky as it swooped down to bite at the cyan sword qi. It also wanted to tear Li Dao and Little Dragon Lady apart.

Everyone tenaciously steadied their bodies, preventing the aftermath of the clash between Guo Jing and Li Dao from causing them to retreat.

The cyan sword beams collided with the golden divine dragon. The two forces collided in midair, and a stalemate ensued.

Golden dragon scales rained down from the sky before disappearing from this world. The blue sword qi also shattered with the disappearance of the divine dragon.

Guo Qing didn't stop and continued to rush towards Li Dao.

The sword Qi from the palm shot out, leaving huge holes in the ground one after another. The ground of the manor was smashed into pieces by the two men.

Li Dao was a seventh level precelestial, while Guo Qing was at least eighth level precelestial.

One sword-art advanced to the divine level, while the other palm art advanced to Formless Formless.

The purple sword seemed to have a life of its own as it moved according to Li Dao's will. Sometimes it was like a poisonous dragon emerging from its cave, and other times it was like the cold astral winds coming from the clouds.

Seeing the two of them hopping around in the yard, Huang Rong's heart tensed up. She still had a life in her stomach.

A few knowledgeable people were also shocked. Guo Qing was probably the strongest expert in the Central Plains Martial Forest, but there was someone on the back of this Sword Demon, Li Dao. He was able to fight with Guo Qing to this extent.

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.