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The dark red blood rushed over, wanting to swallow everything in its path.

Li Dao's entire body emitted a faint golden luster, as if a Buddha descended to the world, wanting to suppress the evil spirits.

The borderline old man's Heavenly Demon Blood Art was extremely terrifying. Even if Li Blade or the Golden Buddha did not pierce his body, when blood fell on his body, it would still cause a sizzling sound like acid being poured on steel.

The pale golden skin was burnt black and emitted blue smoke. Only the sword was spotless.

Li Dao's eyes were like cold stars as they became increasingly brighter. He ignored the intense pain coming from his body as the sword force condensed. The Blue Lotus propped up the sky and leaned on the ground.

His sword slashed out with incomparable sharpness. Even if it was a sea of blood in front of him, he would still cut it in half.

The green lotus was rooted in the sea of blood, and the Jindan in Li Dao's body had shriveled up. He was panting heavily.

That sword attack just now was already his strongest attack. What great battle that lasted seven days and seven nights? It did not exist. His sword strike didn't leave any path of retreat for the old man at the border.

The old man fell out of the sea of blood. His moon-white daoist robe was torn apart, his grizzled hair was scattered, and his face was as yellow as paper. There was a sinister and terrifying sword scar on his chest, the sword Qi constantly eroding the wound.

"Junior, very good!"

The old man gritted his teeth. His eyes were resentful and his voice was hoarse.

Li Dao panted heavily as he held his sword at an angle. His robe had already been completely corroded by the foul blood. His skin was riddled with holes and charred areas. Flesh and blood swirled outside, emitting the fragrance of meat.

The two of them were not in a very good condition right now. If it was any ordinary person who was injured like this, they wouldn't even have enough lives to live.

Both of them were martial arts grandmasters, and their lives were terrifyingly tenacious.

Lifting his long sword, Li Dao walked forward crookedly. His eyes lit up as he realized that the old man at the border could not exhaust him.

"Alright, junior. This old man admits defeat and is willing to share this Mysterious Life and Death Pill with you." The old man's palm glowed with a blue light, and his eyes were gloomy.

The longer a person lived, the more afraid they would be of death. Although Li Dao was not in a better condition than him, the old man at the border did not want to gamble and bowed his head in submission.

Li Dao did not say a word as he thrust out his sword. His arm was extremely heavy.

The Fringe Elder could no longer use the Supreme Force Step and evaded the sword by a hair's breadth. He roared, "Do you want to die?"

Li Dao raised his head, revealing a row of chillingly cold white teeth. His laugh caused the Fringe Elder to feel a chill in his heart.

"You don't have to worry about my life, you just have to worry about your own life."

In the dark underground magma, the surrounding stone walls were illuminated red. Two wounded wild beasts were engaged in a life-and-death battle.

The longsword in Li Dao's hand was four and a half feet long, and the border elder was unarmed. With his Jindan (Golden Elixir) dried up and in a state of immobility, those with weapons definitely had the advantage.

An inch long, an inch strong. The old man at the border dodged awkwardly, looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

A gust of wind flashed past. The old man tilted his head, but it was still a bit late. He narrowly avoided the attack, and half of his ear was cut off. It fell into the sea of flames before being completely devoured.

At this moment, Li Blade only felt that his arm weighed more than a thousand pounds and had no feeling. He was about to be unable to lift the sword.

The Frontier Elder clenched his teeth as his expression turned fierce. He suddenly inhaled, his stomach swelled, and an arrow condensed from blood shot out.

With great difficulty, he raised his hand and chopped towards the arrow formed from blood, chopping it into two.

However, something strange happened. The arrow was chopped into two parts. It didn't fall to the ground and didn't reduce its momentum. Instead, it shot into Li Dao's lower abdomen.

Li Dao groaned as cold sweat dripped down his forehead. He was about to fall down.

His long sword stabbed into the ground, forcing himself to hold on so that he did not fall down. Li Dao's facial expression was ugly to the extreme.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. Junior, this Blood God's Arrow doesn't feel too good, right? In the end, this old man's chess move is victorious. What else do you have to say?"

In this battle with Li Dao, he no longer had any way to survive. If he could not break through to become a supreme grandmaster, then he would definitely die within half a month.

Right now, the old man at the border did not have the bearing of a Taoist expert. Instead, he looked like a devil.

The sound of hurried footsteps rang out. Li Dao and the old man looked at each other and simultaneously looked toward the passage.

A woman in a yellow dress appeared in front of the two. Her face was deathly pale as she wielded a sword.

The smile on the old man's face froze as his eyes crazily rotated.

Seeing the newcomer, Li Dao laughed out loud in a carefree and carefree manner.

"Hahahaha, border old man, it seems like the one laughing at the end is me, what do you think now?"

"Young Master, how did you become like this?" Xing'er covered his mouth, tears streaming down his face as he ran towards Li Dao.

"Good Xing'er, I'm fine. Hurry up and kill that man!" Li Dao's voice was ice-cold. The old man at the border would undoubtedly die, no one could save him.