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Actually, Li Dao knew that Zhao Zhijing wouldn't dare to kill Yang Guo.

Yang Guo's backer was Guo Jing. With Guo Jing's current reputation, Zhao Zhijing definitely wouldn't dare to kill Yang Chen.

However, Li Dao had told Yang Guang that Zhao Zhijing would not let them get away with this. The purpose of this was to draw Yang Guang to his side and arouse his murderous intent.

Yang Tong was the main character, and carried a huge amount of luck with him. He had the ability to avoid danger in times of crisis. Moreover, he himself only had a little bit of the ability, so he could at least block two of Zhao Zhijing's disciples.

"Brother Yang, even though we met by chance, it's still like meeting an old friend. If we can still survive today, I'll behead a chicken and become sworn brothers with you."

At this moment, Yang Guo was still a young lad who was still unfathomable. Listening to Li Dao's words, his lofty sentiments surged up in his heart.

"Big Brother Li, let's go all out against them. Even if we die, we won't let them off easy."

"Let's fight them while their auras are still unstable." Brother Yang, remember, leave Zhao Zhijing to me later. When you deal with the other two Daoists, it is a matter of life and death. Li Dao instructed.

"Yes, I understand."

Yang Tong nodded, while a trace of seriousness appeared on his pretty face.

Li Dao rushed towards Zhao Zhijing. His eyes were fixed on Zhao Zhijing, filled with killing intent.

Yang Tong didn't hesitate and rushed out together with Li Dao. However, his target was Zhao Zhijing's two disciples.

A disdainful smile appeared on Zhao Zhijing's face when he saw Li Dao rushing towards him.

Li Dao looked like a layman who had never cultivated any martial arts. His steps were unsteady, without any pattern, and his breath was heavy. He did not have a single bit of inner strength.

In Zhao Zhijing's opinion, that was the case. The swordsmanship that Li Dao had practiced was not even comparable to the swordsmanship of the martial artists in the lowest level of the world.

Although martial arts were divided into internal and external techniques, from Li Dao's aura, it was obvious that he had not practiced internal techniques.

There was no pattern to his steps, and his external techniques were definitely not that strong.

Zhao Zhijing pulled out his sword. With a cold look in his eyes, he watched as Li Dao arrived in front of him.

On the other side, Yang Lao had also started fighting with Zhao Zhijing's two disciples.

A sword stabbed out, advancing forward with an unstoppable force.

Li Dao forced Zhao Zhijing to retreat.

His swordsmanship was not as brilliant as Zhao Zhijing's. He did not have any internal energy, so he had to suppress Zhao Zhijing in terms of momentum. Otherwise, he would not be able to live for long.

Li Dao's eyes were cold, his aura intimidating, each of his strikes exuding a tragic aura.

After dodging a few times, Zhao Zhijing began to counterattack. At first, he was only intimidated by Li Dao's imposing aura. However, his martial arts were much higher than Li Dao's. He quickly launched a counterattack.

Seeing that Zhao Zhijing's sword was about to collide with the long sword, Li Dao was overjoyed. The sharpness of the sword could not be clearer than him.

The clanging sound of metal clanging rang out.

Li Blade was stunned for a moment. He did not break Zhao Zhijing's sword this time?

However, he quickly figured out the reason. Zhao Zhijing had injected inner force into his sword, whereas he didn't.

He didn't want to see many martial arts masters collide with the sharp swords of others with just a tree branch. Then, it was reasonable that he hadn't cut off Zhao Zhijing's sword.

Zhao Zhijing was also taken aback. He did not hold back just now, yet the sword in his hand was not damaged?

This made Zhao Zhijing even more certain that the sword in Li Dao's hand was a masterwork weapon. The fire in his eyes burned hotter and hotter.