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Inside the Multi Yang Palace, dozens of True Third Generation disciples had drawn their swords.

Ma Yu stared at the head of Sun Bu Er, and was stunned. His face was covered with blood, and his hands were trembling as he tried to touch Sun Bu Er's face, but no matter what he tried, he couldn't do anything.

Qiu Jianji and the others were infuriated, but they were also deeply afraid of Li Dao's martial arts.

Even though they were fearful, they still wanted to use Li Dao's head to comfort Sun Bu Er's soul in heaven.

"Good scoundrel, do you think there's no one in our sect?"

Feng Ji's face turned red as he formed a sword sign and shouted at Li Dao.

"Everyone attack together, kill him!"

The rest of the people were shouting loudly, and the crowd was furious.

Li Dao sneered. It would be better if they were an army that would face death head-on, but would this group of True Gods be able to see through life and death?

"Since you won't hand over Zhao Zhijing, then don't blame me for not having good eyes."

After Li Dao said this, he moved his feet, drew his sword and charged into the crowd.

It moved in a graceful manner, swinging out streams of sword Qi. With every step it took, it left behind broken limbs and severed limbs.

As Li Dao's longsword danced, the illusory image of the azure lotus began to solidify within the palace. Blood splattered everywhere, causing the azure lotus to appear even more holy.

Wherever they went, no one was a match for them.

With Li Dao's current cultivation level of the seventh level precelestial, he was simply an invincible existence in the great hall. He was like a lawn mower as he harvested the lives of these Daoists without restraint.

The Five True Sons looked at each other. The long swords were held together and pressed down towards Li Dao.

"Young master, be careful!" Sun Zhenzi shouted.

Li Dao turned around and looked. Big Dipper Sword Formation?

Even if the Big Dipper Sword Formation was complete, he would not cower at all, not to mention the fact that two people were missing.

He turned his body and pulled back his sword, slashing straight towards the five long swords. The image of a green lotus revolved around it, as if it was an immortal that had descended to the mortal world.

Li Dao's sword technique was beautiful, but it contained a deadly killing intent.

The more beautiful something was, the more dangerous it would be.

The Blue Lotus Sword Art was elegant and free, but its killing intent was also astonishing. Li Taibai was able to write a poem that could kill a person in ten steps and leave no trace behind. He was definitely not a benevolent and benevolent person.

Currently, Li Dao did not kill one person in ten steps, but rather, he killed one person with each step, causing the blood within the Palace to gush out and flow like a river.

Compared to the founder of the Blue Lotus Sword Canon, Li Taibai, Li Dao's killing intent was clearly much heavier. His sword art was the same, but the sword intent was completely different.

The purple blade encircled the Blue Lotus and collided with the five Hundred Refinement Steel longswords.

As if cutting through tofu, the purple long sword instantly cut off the five Hundred Refinement Steel longswords, and the cuts were neat and smooth.

Li Dao did not have any intention of holding back. With a sweep of his longsword, Hao Datong of the True Five was unable to react in time and was immediately chopped in half.

White intestines mixed with blood, challenging people's eyeballs.

The remaining four children cried out in pain, "Junior Brother Hao, Junior Brother Hao!"

Hao Datong, who had been cut in half at the waist, spat out blood as he panted heavily. He held onto Qiu Jianji's hand and said intermittently, "Senior Qiu, hand over the honor. This person's martial arts were unfathomable and incredibly difficult to defend against. Do not let the inheritance left by Master end in our hands! "

After he finished speaking, his head tilted and he fell down.

Qiu Jianji pulled on Hao Datong's hand, two streams of clear tears appearing in his eyes. At this point in time, he understood that even if Li Dao were to gather all the power in the entire True Sect, he would still not be able to defeat him.

Li Dao was casually walking away from the sword light and rain. When the sword left his hand, it became a fresh life.