"Dawn!" I couldn't help shivering all over. After coming to Dragon-Carrying Village, the person I least wanted to see was him.
He looked completely different now. The firm killing intent in his eyes made me shudder, while the ancient-looking Han sword made my face turn pale.
The scabbard was wrapped in black cloth, and its baleful aura was so heavy that I couldn't help feeling stifled.
Thinking of Zhao Yu's ancient sword, I felt that this one fell somewhat short in terms of baleful aura. But it was absolutely a fine sword for killing!
"You've killed countless people, and your crimes are piled to the heavens. Today, I, Li Poxiao, will kill you. You may leave some last words. If I meet anyone searching for you in the future, I'll see to it that they hear them." Li Poxiao spoke coldly, without the slightest intention of showing mercy.
What he carried on his back wasn't a peachwood sword, but a sword for killing. Just how strong was his resolve to kill me?
"Li Poxiao, do you really think killing me will be easy? Not necessarily, right?" I let out a cold laugh and took out the whisk of the Four Little Immortals. It seemed today's battle would decide life and death.
"Heh heh. Today, you'll have nowhere to run! Nine Dragons Transform into Dipper Qi, Heavenly Spirit Fate Sword, Borrowing the Law of Heaven and Earth! Dawn Sword!" Li Poxiao stepped forward, then moved according to the formation steps. With his left hand, he slapped the bottom of the scabbard, and the treasured sword shot into the air!
Seeing the sword gleam golden in the darkness, my heart sank. I used the Flying Step and retreated more than ten meters!
Li Poxiao moved swiftly through the formation steps and shouted.