The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

The purple sword left its scabbard. Li Dao stood there like a gust of cool wind, without the aura of a peerless master.

Guo Jing's eyes narrowed as he spoke. "Imperial Advisor's martial arts are becoming more and more difficult to see through. The old poison is in danger."

Huang Rong took pleasure in her misfortune, whether it was Li Dao or Ouyang Feng, he did not have a good impression of them. Fight, it's best if both sides suffer.

Hong Lingtong's face was grim as he said, "He is truly a wise man. His martial arts skills are as deep and profound as the legends say!"

"Seventh Young Master, who do you think will win in a fight against that old poison?" Huang Rong asked Hong Qi Gongzi.

Hong Lingtong pondered for a moment before replying, "The old poison has practiced the Nine Yin Sutra instead. Although it has trained itself to the point of insanity, its martial arts has already reached the pinnacle. The Imperial Advisor was young, but a prodigy. His martial arts skills were so high that one could not see through them. The outcome of the two battles should be between 3 to 7, and the chances of the old poisons winning are not high! "

Guo Jing shook his head. When he was younger, he fought against Ouyang Feng countless times, and he had also experienced Li Dao's swordsmanship before.

After all these years, Li Dao's martial arts must have grown higher and higher, and Ouyang Feng's chances of victory were too slim. Hong Qi Gongzi said that the two of them would have a victorious match of three to seven. Guo Jing felt that Ouyang Feng had no chance of winning at all.

If he hadn't fought with Li Dao, he wouldn't have known how terrifying the longsword in Li Dao's hand was.

An old man with an ashen complexion, dressed in azure clothes, walked up to Guo Qing and the others and cast his gaze upon them. He also wanted to know if the Sword Demon Li Dao was as powerful as the rumors said.

An old monk wearing a big red cassock also walked over. His face was full of kindness; with a glance, one could tell that he was a monk.

"Your son-in-law greets father-in-law and First Lamp Grandmaster!" Guo Jing immediately bowed to the two, his attitude extremely respectful.

Old Huang raised his hand to stop Guo Jing as he stared at Li Dao and Ouyang Feng on the stage.

"Please show mercy, Big Brother!"

Yang Tian leapt onto the high platform, shouted loudly, and ran towards Ouyang Feng.

"Father, how have you been these past few years?"

Yang Chen lifted his hair, revealing his face and stood in front of Ouyang Feng. It was a pity that right now, Ouyang Feng's entire mind was filled with thoughts of Number One Under Heaven, how could he have the time to care about who he was? He threw out a palm attack, knocking Yang Guo off the platform.

Guo Jing and the others quickly ran over to help Yang Zhao up, helping him recover from his injuries.

On the high platform, Ouyang Feng's hair and beard were all white, and he was dancing in the air.

"This father is the number one in the world, no one can take him away!"

As he spoke, he attacked Li Dao with his Spirit Serpent Fist.

A hint of sadness hung on Li Dao's face. As he waved his sword, the air around him seemed to have solidified.

"This sword …"

Amongst the crowd, Old Man Huang's eyes were wide open, shocked beyond words.

Hong Lingtong, First Lamp Grandmaster, and Guo Jing were all the same. Huang Rong and the rest who didn't have high enough martial arts were unable to understand the terror of Li Dao's sword.

The people below the stage were all the same, one could only imagine how it felt for Ouyang Feng, who was facing Li Dao's sword head on.

Ouyang Feng was still at the peak of the Houtian ninth stage, he was not so weak that he could not withstand a single blow. In the moment of life and death, he used all his strength to roll to his side, barely dodging Li Dao's sword.

Cold sweat dripped down his back. After walking around the Yin Yang Road, Ouyang Feng had also calmed down.

Ouyang Feng did not dare to underestimate Li Dao. Even though he was not very clear-headed, he could still sense the current situation.

He crouched down and breathed in and out nonstop. His stomach swelled up and he let out a gurgling sound like a big toad.

Toad Technique!

This skill was not unfamiliar to many people. After all, it was a skill that was on par with the ferocious Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

"Stop the old poison! He is no match for the Imperial Advisor!"

Hong Lingtong leapt up onto the stage. Old Huang, First Lamp Grandmaster, and Guo Qing all made their moves at the same time.

However, their movements were a beat too slow. Ouyang Feng had already rushed out, bringing with him a burst of scarlet wind, his aura was astonishing.

Li Dao thrust out his sword gently. A huge green lotus appeared, standing proudly between the heaven and earth. The wind could not blow it away, and the rain could not hit it.

With a pfft, the purple colored long sword pierced through his body. Ouyang Feng's eyes widened as he breathed his last.

"Foster father!"

Yangquan struggled to his feet, his voice sorrowful.

Old Huang, Hong Qi Gong and the rest couldn't bear to close their eyes. The old poison that they had been fighting with for half their lives had died just like that?

Li Dao retracted his sword, and Ouyang Feng fell to the ground, blood flowing out from his wounds. His eyes were still wide open, as if he died with grievance.

The crowd was silent. The Four Great Grandmasters, the Western Poison Ouyang Feng, could not even block a single sword strike from the Sword Demons?

Ouyang Feng's death stirred up a lot of commotion, but only Yang Tong felt sad. He went up the stage to look at Li Dao, and then left while holding onto Ouyang Feng's body.

No one dared to stop him. They could only sigh in their hearts at the absolute greatness of his swordplay.

"Everyone, I did not invite you here to show off my martial arts skills, but to let you all witness my departure. Today, I will be leaving this world. I hope that everyone does not make things difficult for your wives in the future. "

The crowd only heard the first half of Li Dao's words, while the rest of the crowd did not. The audience below the stage was in a complete mess.

Who is the Sword Demon Li Dao?

The Great Song Empire's Imperial Advisor? Alliance Head Wu Lin?

He was the hero who had restored the Chinese mountains and rivers! He was only in his thirties right now. He was truly a genius!

Old Man Huang and the others had different reactions. He seemed to have thought of something, his face filled with disbelief.

"Father, what did you think of?" Huang Rong noticed the change in Elder Huang's expression and asked.

Old Huang's expression turned serious, as he said word by word, "The legendary Taoist legend's Feather Ascension Flying Ascension!"

"Impossible!" Huang Rong opened her mouth in disbelief. The others' expressions were the same as Huang Rong's. Legends were legends after all, how could they be real?

"Brother Guo, Li Dao believes in your character. In the future, I'll have to trouble you to take care of Gu Long'er." Finished speaking, Li Dao turned around and glanced at the little dragon girl before slashing out with his sword.

A dark yellow gas soared up from the sword's body. The purple sword slashed out, and a pitch-black crack in space appeared.

Li Dao lifted his foot and stepped in, but he didn't expect that the moment he took a step in, Little Dragon Girl would fly up and grab onto the corner of his clothes, and follow him into the pitch black space crack.

After Li Dao and Little Dragon Lady entered the crack, the world returned to normal. The crowd finally returned to their senses, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

After that, the top of Mount Hua was filled with a hubbub of voices.

Not long after, the news of the Sword Demon Li Blade shattering the void at his peak spread throughout the world. The Green Lotus Palace was also treated as a holy land and all martial artists yearned for it.

As time passed, the Sword Demon Li Dao had already been deified and became a legend.

Every year during the Double Sun Festival, a man would carry a jug of wine and come to the Palace to cry, crying and crying for his young master. He was the famous hero of the martial arts world, Sun Zhenzi.