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His voice was calm, but his tone was very cold.

The martial artists in the tavern perked up their spirits as they attentively observed Li Dao's every move.

Every time the Sword Demon, Li Dao, struck out with his sword, there was no one left alive under the sword. He did not do many things, and only appeared twice in total. However, each time he appeared, it stirred up a bloody storm.

Li Dao was still sitting there with the wine jug in his hand, coldly staring at Li Moli.

"Hey, do you know who my master is? Do you not want to live anymore?"

Hong Lingbo, who was supporting Lu Wushuang, scolded Li Dao in a delicate voice.

Li Dao held the wine jug and gave Hong Lingbo a smile. This was a kind-hearted girl.

He then stood up, stared at Li Moli and said, "Li Moli, I'll give you one more chance, release him."

The strength in Li Moli's hands could not help but loosen as his eyes darkened. He knew that she dared to threaten him even with her name, so he was either a fool or he was fearless.

And this white-robed young master in front of her was clearly not a fool. It was at this moment that Li Moli realized that she could not see through Li Dao.

However, Li Moli was a timid person who could make a name for himself in the martial arts world.

"What if I say no?"

Li Moli looked straight into Li Dao's eyes, but there were no ripples in them.

"If you won't let go, then die."

As Li Dao said this, he threw out the wine pot in his hand and placed his hand on the hilt of his sword. A cold purple light flashed as his sword was unsheathed in an instant.

Li Moli, who had been watching Li Dao all this time, subconsciously swung out his left hand when he saw the wine pot flying over. His sinister palm strike collided with the porcelain wine pot.

The wine pot exploded with a loud rumble.

The wine was poured all over Sun Zhenzi's body. Some of the leftover wine dripped onto Li Mo Chou's enchanting and beautiful face.

A sharp pain came from his palm. Without even looking at Li Moli, he knew that his palm had been cut by the broken fragments of the wine pot.

This person's inner strength is so strong!

Without waiting for Li Moli to think any further, Li Dao appeared in front of her. He lifted his leg and kicked, sending both her and Sun Zhenzi flying.

Puchi, a mouthful of blood flowed uncontrollably from the corner of Li Moli's mouth.

Sun Zhenzi rolled on the ground a few times and moved to the other side.

It ended so soon?

All of the martial artists in the restaurant widened their eyes. They couldn't believe their eyes. The three year old Red Training Fairy couldn't even take a single move from the Sword Demon.

Lu Wushuang and Hong Lingbo's mouths were wide open, almost enough to fit a duck egg. In their eyes, the invincible Li Moli was defeated so easily? He couldn't even take a single blow.

Li Moli was battered and exhausted, but she had a fierce personality and would not run away.

Struggling to get up, his venomous eyes stared at Li Dao.

A shadow flashed, and Li Dao instantly appeared in front of Li Moli, his purple sword cutting horizontally towards Li Moli.

There was fear in the face of death, all the hairs on Li Moli's body stood erect. In that moment of life and death, he channeled all of the Qi in his body into the horsetail whisk, ruthlessly attacking the purple blade.

As if slicing tofu, the purple sword easily cut through the whisk silk, then cut off the whisk's handle.

Fortunately, Li Moli's reaction was fast enough between life and death. Otherwise, the sword would have landed on her body.

With only a few inches of the whisk left in her hands, Li Moli was drenched in cold sweat. This was the first time she had encountered such a situation while roaming the martial arts world.

Li Dao raised his hand and pointed his long sword at Li Moli's throat, his expression was terrifyingly indifferent.

"Who the hell are you?"

Li Moli now knew that she was afraid. She stood there motionlessly, letting the cold sweat roll down her forehead. She had no doubt that this man would really kill her.

"Li Dao."

Lightly opening his mouth, Li Dao spoke his name.

"Sword Demon Li Dao?" Li Moli's face revealed an unwilling expression as he asked.

"I've given you a chance. Let's go!" Li Dao said as he prepared to swing his sword.

Li Moli took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

The martial artists at the side were all silent. Killing people without blinking, wanting to kill in the blink of an eye. This Sword Demon, Li Dao, was really terrifying. He deserved the title of Sword Demon.

Li Moli might not have a good reputation, but he was still a beautiful woman. Furthermore, she was in her thirties, at the most beautiful moment in a woman's life. But the expression on this Sword Demon's face was simply too indifferent, as though he didn't care about the lives of others at all.

Seeing Li Blade pointing at his master, a trace of happiness appeared on Lu Wushuang's face. He started laughing out loud without a sound.

Li Dao raised his purple sword high up in the air. As long as he swung it down, he would be able to use his sword as an additional Aroma Soul.

Right at this moment, a figure charged forward, blocking Li Moli's path. "Don't kill my master, don't!"

Hong Lingbo looked pleadingly at Li Dao, shaking his head vigorously as he spoke.

"Ling Bo." Li Moli muttered to himself. Only in the moment of life and death did he show his humanity.

"Red Ripple, f * ck off, hurry up and f * ck off. I, Li Moli, have never begged anyone in my life. "

"No, Master, I will not let you die!" Hong Lingbo shook his head with all his might, the hair on his temples was unkempt, and tears flowed out from the corners of his eyes.

"If you want to kill me then kill me, please let my master go." Hong Lingbo looked at Li Dao, his eyes filled with determination.