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Li Dao sneered. Safe and sound?

People struggled for a breath of air, but buddhist competition only lasted for an incense stick of time. If a person could not follow his heart's desire while he was still alive, what meaning would there be?

If he was still on earth, he would have to swallow his grievances. There was no other way. However, with strength, he was still able to live a life of grievance. Then what was strength used for?

If Zhao Zhijing didn't die, his chest would never be at ease.

"Ma Yu, I respect you as a senior. Hand Zhao Zhijing over and we'll forget about this matter."

As a righteous faction in the martial arts world, the True God School was a little arrogant. For example, people like Sun Bu Er could be found everywhere, but they still knew how to be righteous. After all, a scum like Zhao Zhijing was only a small part of it.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, don't listen to him!" Zhao Zhijing shouted. The fear in his eyes was something that everyone knew was fishy.

"It's impossible to hand Zhijing over to you. After all, he is my true disciple. Little Friend Li, you should change your condition." Ma Yu had an extremely ugly expression on his face. He was extremely disappointed in Zhao Zhijing. He had heard that Zhao Zhijing had a bad reputation, but he never expected that he would provoke such an enemy.

"Change it to a different condition?" "Impossible, your entire sect doesn't have the qualifications to negotiate with me. Zhao Zhijing must die today!"

Li Dao's words did not give the entire sect any choice. His tone was indifferent and his face was expressionless.

"You have such a big mouth. Let me, Sun Buer, see what kind of ability you have to dare to spout such arrogant words!"

Sun Bian Er immediately pushed Ma Yu away and jumped out. His long sword pierced through the air and issued a hissing sound.

"Junior Sister, no!" Before Ma Yu could react, Sun Bodong had already rushed out.

All the disciples of the True Sect had flushed faces. They had long seen the cold and stinky face of Li Dao.

"Martial Uncle Sun, teach him a good lesson. Show him some respect."

"Let him know the power of our True Sect!"

A bunch of random sounds could be heard. However, these people had their mouths wide open in the middle of their conversation. It was so loud that it was as if an entire duck egg could be stuffed into their mouths. The entire Heavy Sun Palace was completely silent.

Sun Bodhi's fingers were pointed towards Li Dao. The True Sword Art was like a tiger's winds, but just as he arrived in front of Li Dao, a sword light flashed. Sun Bian Er had been killed in an instant!

Ma Yu had no time to stop it. His face was splashed with blood.

Silence. Other than silence, there was only silence.

With a "kuang dang" sound, Sun Bian Er's head fell on the ground and rolled around Ma Yu's feet. His eyes were staring at Ma Yu.

It was chaos. The Multicolored Sun Temple was in chaos. All of the true disciples cried out loudly for Li Dao to be killed, but none of them stepped forward.

Ma Yu looked like he had lost his soul. He stared blankly at Sun Bian Er's head. After all, they had a couple after all. Even though they had cultivated for several decades and their relationship had already faded, it still remained.

The remaining five men all had serious expressions on their faces. The atmosphere was extremely weird.

Although Sun Bian Er was the weakest among the seven, but he was still at the fifth level of the Postnatal realm. Sun Bian Er was the weakest among the seven, but he was still at the fifth level of the Postnatal realm.

Even he himself would not be able to reach such a level. It would take him several moves to take down Sun Budian. However, Li Dao's sword attack was too terrifying!

"Everyone attack together! Kill this thief and avenge Martial Uncle Sun!"

One of the true disciples, a third generation disciple who was wearing a black daoist robe, stood up and shouted. His eyes were blood-red.

The rest of the true disciples drew their swords and glared at Li Dao.

Seeing this scene, Sun Zhenzi felt his legs go soft. It had to be said that these people in the hall were all experts among the crowd. Moreover, there were thousands of true disciples outside the hall.

While the disciple was drawing his sword, Zhao Zhijing quietly took a few steps back and hid himself in the crowd.