The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

"Huang Rong, hand over the Nine Yin True Scriptures!"

Li Dao's voice was as cold as usual and his tone was flat. Although Xiao Long was heavily injured, there was still hope.

Upon hearing Li Dao's words, everyone's spirits were lifted. After all, this was the Nine Yin True Scriptures. The Nine Yin True Scriptures that caused a bloody storm in the martial arts world a few decades ago.

In the past, when all the heroes were discussing the sword, they were all gathered together. Wang Zhong Yang overcame all the other heroes in the martial arts world and obtained the Nine Yin True Scriptures. After that, the Western Poison Ouyang Feng plotted to seize the Nine Yin Scriptures several times, and the Eastern Evil Huang Master also resorted to many tricks for the Nine Yin Scriptures.

After a few turns, the Nine Yin True Scripture ended up in Guo Jing, Huang Rong, and Zhou Bo Tong's hands. There were only five people in this world who had seen the complete version of the Nine Yin Scriptures.

Huang Rong went silent. It was impossible to not give it. Swordfiend Li Ren's kung fu was powerful, so what else could he do if he didn't give it to him?

It wasn't that Huang Rong didn't think about using the fake to fool others, but Sworddevil Li Dao had cultivated the Nine Yin Sutra. Although he didn't know where he had gotten it from, it definitely wasn't a complete Nine Yin Sutra, otherwise he wouldn't have asked for it. Moreover, even if he managed to fool them, who would be able to stop him when he returns?

"Alright, I'll give it to you."

Huang Rong gave Guo Fu a few words of warning before Guo Fu turned around and walked into a room behind her. Soon, he brought out a wooden box.

Guo Fu was a little scared, but she still walked to Li Dao with trembling steps. She put down the box and ran back to Huang Rong.

Li Dao didn't spare her another glance as he opened the wooden box with one hand, revealing a blue book inside. It didn't take long.

Li Dao didn't open the book as he believed that Huang Rong wouldn't dare to lie to him. Instead, she kept the book in her bosom. Then, he drew his longsword from the ground, turned around, and walked towards the entrance of the courtyard.

Originally, Li Dao had come here to seize the Martial Lin Alliance Master. But now this matter had occurred, how could he have the mood to become the Martial Lin Alliance Master?

The group of martial artists wiped their eyes. This Sword Demon Li Dao didn't even check if it was real or fake before simply leaving?

Li Dao planned to leave and first find a place to treat Xiao Long's injuries. As for the rest, he would deal with it later. Humans had to look at the future, but the place where they stood was the present. Only by taking good care of the present could he have the leisure to look into the future.

Although his hands were still holding onto the little dragon girl, everyone avoided her wherever she went, as if he was the god of plague.

In fact, in the eyes of these people, he was even more terrifying than a god of pests.

Sun Zhenzi followed behind Li Dao with his saber on his back.

Just as he walked to the entrance, an arrogant voice drifted over. How could one describe it as arrogant? It was not enough to describe it. When others heard this, they felt an urge to beat him up.

"I've long heard that Great Hero Guo is holding a martial arts gathering here. Today, we've come uninvited to meet the heroes of the Central Plains Martial Forest. We hope that you won't disappoint us."

With that, a group of Mongolians with strange clothing appeared at the entrance of the manor and met Li Dao face to face.

The one leading them was a tall and sturdy monk. His eyes were bright and his temples were puffed up. As he walked, he exuded a vigorous and valiant aura.

Behind the monk was a youth about the same age as Li Dao. His face was covered in different kinds of pimples, and he was holding a folding fan in his hand, looking frivolous and frivolous. The one who spoke was this young man.

Beside the young man was a fat monk. Obesity was no longer sufficient to describe him, and what was more suitable was to describe him as a mountain of flesh. With his figure, it could be estimated that he weighed 300-400 jins.

Behind the three of them was a group of Mongol followers with Mongolian symbols on their scimitars. This group of people had haughty and arrogant expressions. One could tell from a single glance that they had come with ill intentions.

The moment Li Dao saw these people, he immediately recognized them. The leader should be the Great Rebellion, while the one who spoke was Hodu and the meat mountain was Darba. As for his followers, Li Dao did not know.

If it was before, Li Dao would still have the mood to negotiate with these people and teach them a lesson. But now, he only wanted to find a place to treat Xiao Long's injuries.

"Get out of my way, don't block my way!" Li Dao said to the group of Shakyamuni. His voice was cold.

"Out of the way? Brat, you are courting death, do you know who my master is? "

Huo Du closed his folding fan and smacked it against his left hand with his right hand. He walked to Li Dao's side and asked.

When he clearly saw Xiao Long's face, his eyes lit up and he unconsciously extended his hand.

Li Dao's gaze turned cold. He held Little Dragon Lady in one hand and pulled out his sword with the other.

"Huo Du, quickly get out of the way!" Guardian King Goldwheel instinctively felt the danger and shouted.

However, he opened his mouth too late. Sword light flashed, and a large head fell onto the ground. His eyes were still bright, and blood spurted out from his neck, making sizzling sounds.

Everything happened in a split-second. The arrogant Huo Du died just like that. He walked towards Li Dao until his head landed on the ground in less than three seconds.