The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

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.

As expected, Shakyamuni did not dodge. His eyes shone brightly as he brought his palms together and firmly clamped them onto the body of the sword.

The corner of Li Dao's mouth raised into an arc and he pulled back his hand. The Blue Lotus Sword Qi bloomed and immediately cut off Shakyamuni's right palm. His left hand also became dripping with blood, and his bones could be seen.

The Guardian King of the Golden Wheel cultivated the Dragon Elephant Mighty Elephant Stomp technique and its physical strength was good. However, Li Dao had been using the Bodhi Snake's gall bladder for more than two years and had managed to cultivate a pair of Qilin arms. Furthermore, the Blue Lotus Sword Qi possessed both vitality and sharpness. Using his palm to touch Li Dao's longsword was undoubtedly a foolish act.

After getting rid of Shakyamuni's hand, Li Dao did not hesitate. His sword rotated and this time, he swung it.

Shakyamuni Golden Wheel was also a man. He forcibly withstood the pain of having his palm broken as he rolled twice on the ground, avoiding Li Dao's sword.

When he raised his head again, Shakyamuni's forehead was already covered in sweat, and his back was already soaked through. There was an intense pain and also some signs of being frightened.

The longsword whistled through the air once more. Unfortunately for the Guardian King, the speed at which it was falling after the palm was cut off had no way of dodging it.

Before, in the moment between life and death, he had dodged the first sword strike. But now, he couldn't. His eyes widened as he roared, "You can't kill me! I'm the teacher of Mongolia!"

As the sound of his voice faded, he felt as if he was flying up into the sky. Before he could think too much, his vision turned black. He had no idea what was going on.

Other than the silence, the group of Mongolian servants were completely stupefied.

A dark yellow gas gushed out of the Guardian King's body and was devoured by the longsword. Li Dao did not expect the luck of the Guardian King to be so strong. One must know that killing Huo Du was the only way to obtain a luck as small as a strand of hair. Perhaps it was because the Guardian King of Golden Wheel had been conferred the title of State Grandmaster.

"Aooo!"

Darba let out a furious roar and charged Li Dao. The earth trembled.

Unfortunately, it was useless. Another huge head flew up and the three of them neatly laid on the ground with their heads far away from their bodies.

Li Dao strode out of the gate. A group of Mongolian attendants watched with shaking legs as Li Dao walked past them. The timid ones had already started to bleed from their bodies.

Sun Zhenzi glanced at the three Shakyamuni, then spat at them, "You ignorant fools!"

He then followed Li Dao out of the main door.

"This is the Sword Demon, Li Dao!" Some of the martial artists in the manor swallowed their saliva and said, while the people beside them nodded. Swordfiend didn't seem to be that hateful either, many people thought silently.