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Looking at the expression in Hong Lingbo's eyes, Li Dao wavered for a split-second.

"I, Li Jun, will keep my word. Get out of my way, or I'll kill you too!"

The body of the purple sword seemed to have a life of its own as it thirsted for fresh blood.

"No, I'm not. If you want to kill me, then kill me too." Hong Lingbo's eyes were filled with stubbornness. He looked straight into Li Dao's eyes and did not cower in the slightest.

"Don't force me. I'll ask you again, are you admitting it or not?" Li Dao's voice became increasingly cold.

He had already asked twice, if Hong Lingbo still did not know what was good for him, he would really call him Li Jun.

"No!"

Li Dao did not waste any more time talking. He was not a talkative person and was more afraid of trouble. It was better for him to just one sword strike.

Li Dao raised his long sword and was about to slash down.

"Swordfiend, wait a moment. My two disciples haven't offended you; you can't kill them."

Despite his ruthlessness, Li Moli did not lose his humanity in the end. Before he died, he wanted Li Dao to let go of Hong Lingbo and Lu Wushuang.

"Master, I don't want to! If you want to die, I'll die with you!" Hong Lingbo shouted loudly, full of the deep love between master and disciple.

"Ling Bo, listen carefully. Today, it's all because of Master's bad luck." However, this has nothing to do with you. After I die, you will bring Wushuang to the grave of the living dead at the South Mountain to find your Martial Uncle Long. Master didn't teach you any profound martial arts. You should bring this Jade Bee Needle to your Martial Uncle, she will teach you the absolute arts of your sect for me. "

As he spoke, Li Moli took out a handkerchief, and wrapped it around a thin silver needle.

"No, Master, I don't want you to die!" Hong Lingbo cried and shook his head with all his might.

Li Moli smiled as he touched Hong Lingbo's face. Raising his head, he said to Li Dao, "I admit defeat today. Sword Demon, come. Do not implicate these two children."

As he spoke, he closed his eyes, looking as if he was about to die.

Li Dao raised his hand, but the sword in his hand was unable to continue. It was as if there was an invisible force blocking him.

As he looked at the Jade Bee Needle, a beautiful face appeared in his mind.

For some reason, Li Dao lowered his arm. Li Moli was her senior in the end!

Putting his sword back into its scabbard, Li Dao got up and returned to the table. He sat down again and said to Li Moli, "You guys can leave now, before I regret anything."

Li Dao's voice was still as cold as before, but to Hong Lingbo's ears, it was like the sound of nature.

Is he...?

It was unknown what he was thinking, but Hong Lingbo's face turned slightly red. He thanked Li Dao, and his voice was so weak that it could not be heard.

Li Dao ignored her and called out, "Shop owner, bring me another two jugs of wine!"

The shop owner did not dare to hesitate as he brought out two wine jugs in a flurry, looking flustered.

"Master, get up." Hong Lingbo reached out and pulled Li Mo Chou up from the ground, but his eyes slanted to Li Dao, and only saw the side of Li Dao's face. "Yes, he looks pretty good-looking," Hong Lingbo could not help but think.

Li Moli got up and looked at Li Dao seriously. Without saying anything, he started walking towards the door.

Lu Wushuang's expression turned into one of excitement. She had originally thought that this Sword Demon would take out Li Moli with a single slash. If that happened, she would definitely take revenge. Who would have thought that things would turn out like this? She only felt that Li Dao was unworthy of his reputation as a Sword Demon and did not have a shred of his reputation as a Sword Demon.

However, Lu Wushuang could not allow Li Dao to kill Li Moli either. Feeling vexed, she lowered her head and obediently followed Li Moli out of the tavern. When she left, she did not forget to look back at Li Blade.

When the trio of Master and disciple walked out of the tavern, the crowd of martial artists around them felt bored. They had thought that there would be a good fight, but who knew that this would be the result?

However, these people did not dare to say anything, and walked out of the inn. As for why the Sword Demons did not kill Li Moli in the end, perhaps they shared a similar taste. This was what these people of the martial arts world were thinking.

Soon, the inn was empty, and the small bamboo house became empty again.

Sun Zhenzi did not dare to say anything. He quietly tidied up his clothes, afraid that Li Dao would be angered.

Li Dao drank one mouthful after another, feeling even more vexed. That resentful face continued to linger in his mind.

After a long time, the sun finally stopped beating. Li Dao stood up and left the tavern.

Under the trembling gaze of the hotel owner, Sun Zhenzi slapped down a large amount of silver and followed Li Dao out.