However, in the face of perverted evildoers like the first nine of the Mozu, although Li Zhengdao's swordsmanship can be said to be the best of the younger generation of swordsmen, it still cannot pose a danger to a terrifying woman like the first nine of the Mozu!

"Hmph, digging your own grave, but you, Li Zhengdao, are a swordsman who deserves the admiration of your opponents, die!"

The ninth day of the demon clan looked cold, and the magic knife in his hand cut out again, and the amazing light of the knife appeared in the sky, like a magic knife of regretting the world!

Then the sword glow fell, instantly shattering the terrifying sword glow.

Ding ~!

The crisp sound was like a thunderclap, Li Zhengdao was shocked back, the clothes on his body were blown apart, and the blood couldn't stop spitting out from his mouth!

However, in the face of such heavy losses, Li Zhengdao's resolute gaze still remained unchanged!

"right way!"

Seeing this scene, the goddess of reincarnation looked sad, but now she was entangled by a strong demon king, making it impossible for her to help Li Zhengdao, and the daughter of reincarnation was injured under the attack of the strong demon king up.

"Damn woman!"

Zhan Wushuang went berserk, and the sword in his hand slashed at the powerful Demon King who was fighting him, exchanging wounds for wounds, trying to kill his opponent. Li Zhengdao faced the Demon Clan Chujiu alone, and he would die The situation, unless these people can help Li Zhengdao.

But right now the human race and the four guardian races are at a disadvantage against the demon race. Even if the powerful human race continue to martyr and self-destruct, the damage to the demon army is limited!

And geniuses like Zhan Wushuang, Yi Polu, Linghu Qingyi, and Xiao Li couldn't escape, and couldn't help Li Zhengdao at all!

"Hmph, don't worry, he's dead, it's your turn!"

The ninth ninth day of the demon race looked stern, and looked at Li Zhengdao whose fighting spirit was still undiminished, and said gloomyly; "In the face of desperation, the fighting spirit of the human race is indeed admirable, but the defeat of extinction is certain, even if you fight with your lives Fate, but is this useful? The human race is destined to be wiped out from the land of the gods and demons, and your human race is destined to be forgotten by future generations. There is still a human race in the mainland!"

"The spirit of my human race is immortal and will last forever. Even if you demons can destroy my human race, the fighting spirit and spirit of my human race will always exist in the world. My human race will never die!" Li Zhengdao was half-naked, and blood flowed from it The mouth kept overflowing, and the terrible killing intent and fighting spirit kept screaming on his body. The sword in his hand pointed to the blue sky again, and let the heavy rain wash away; You, come again!"

"court death!"

On the ninth day of the demon race, the demon knife crossed the sky, and slashed down with force, accompanied by a flash of lightning, which surprised the sky, and then the light of the knife, the lightning, and the endless rainstorm fell towards Li Zhengdao's body together.

Li Zhengdao pointed at Qingtian's sword, swung it across the sky, and the astonishing power of the sword intent made all the swords around him tremble, and the eternal sword intent turned into an astonishing horse training to kill!

boom!

At that moment, the world trembled crazily. Under the gaze of Daughter of Reincarnation and Zhan Wushuang and others, Li Zhengdao's body seemed to have suffered the most terrifying severe injury, and he couldn't stop flying upside down above the sky, blood , like blood arrows, kept splashing out of his mouth.

"Li Zhengdao!" Linghu Qingyi's eyes darkened.

Zhan Wushuang and Daughter of Reincarnation are attacking their respective opponents frantically. Only if they join in, can Li Zhengdao have the hope of surviving against the Demon Clan Chujiu!

However, after being severely injured, Li Zhengdao's resolute eyes remained unchanged. He once again pointed the sword in his hand to the blue sky, and those eyes full of righteousness and endless killing intent stared at Chu Jiu of the Demon Race; "Come again!"

"Hmph, dying, I want to see how much you, Li Zhengdao, can withstand my blows?"

The ninth day of the Mozu waved the magic knife in his hand again; "Zhezi magic knife!"

This knife once forced the sky to retreat.

With that slash, death enveloped Li Zhengdao instantly.

Ding! Clang!

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