Once a person had the thought of risking their life, it would undoubtedly be very frightening.

Song Xuanyang had changed from his previous battle style. His brush moved the air, creating a strong wind.

Faced with this situation, Li Dao was not the least bit flustered. He calmly observed the trajectory of Song Xuanyang's attack, waiting for the moment when Song Xuanyang would show a flaw or be exhausted.

"Kill!"

The lean muscles on Song Xuanyang's face trembled as he attempted to use his aura to intimidate Li Dao. This was because no one was unafraid of death.

The heavy brush pierced through the air, producing waves of hissing sounds.

The judge's skill was originally meant to strike at acupoints, but now, the judge's skill in sword techniques was even more ruthless and resolute.

Without a doubt, Song Xuanyang was a character. It was just that due to his limited knowledge and background, he could only achieve this level.

Now that he had encountered the transcender, Li Dao, it could be said that his luck was bad.

Which transcender didn't have the ability to challenge someone beyond their level?

If he obediently handed the secret manual to Li Blade, Li Dao would not have the heart to kill him. Li Dao was not a homicidal maniac, he would only kill people for pleasure.

Song Xuanyang had already obtained the secret manual for a period of time, so he was sure that he had finished reading through it. Actually, handing over the secret manual did not amount to much damage.

However, the concept of the era, Song Xuyang has not transcended the constraints of the era.

In this age, it was extremely rare for a martial arts manual to be casually passed on to others like Li Dao.

After a series of desperate attacks, Song Xuanyang still could not injure even a hair on Li Dao's head. He became even more agitated.

People are like this. If you do something that doesn't meet your expectations, your mentality will fluctuate. Your mentality will fluctuate and you will be full of holes.

So the mentality is also the key to success or failure.

After stabbing the air, Song Xuanyang followed the same path of the sword technique. He pulled out a flower of swords and stabbed them towards Li Dao's chest, even though he was using a brush.

In terms of sword art, Song Xuyang was inferior to Li Dao by more than eight streets. He had started his career halfway through this, so if he were to include sword techniques in the judges' brushstrokes, he would definitely not have a deep comprehension of sword techniques. Even at the peak of the day, he could only train a little.

On the other hand, Li Dao was different. Although it had only been about a year since he had stepped into the path of the sword, he could not withstand his high talent, especially in the area of sword arts. Sometimes Li Dao wondered if he was born with a sword bone, as the novels said. Of course, these were just his guesses.

Now!

Li Dao's eyes lit up. A very big flaw had appeared in Song Xuyang's attack.

Grasping onto the sword technique, his feet moved erratically as he twisted and turned, his movements incomparably agile.

A purple sword light flashed. The sword blade was as sharp as a roc's wings. An arm was thrown into the air before it landed on the ground. Then came Song Xuanyang's heart-wrenching scream.

It was true that Li Dao had seized the opportunity and used the Southern Flower Sword Technique's Kun Peng Transformation.

The Kun Peng transformation emphasized the changes in one's sword strikes. Among them, there was the domineering power of the great Kun devouring Darknorth, as well as the sharpness of the great Peng striking the skies.

Song Xuanyang had lost one of his arms, and his brain was instantly corroded by intense pain. He randomly swung his remaining arm and howled loudly.

Li Dao was not soft-hearted at all. He swung his sword horizontally and a huge head flew up. Blood spurted out from his neck.

The spectators went silent, their mouths wide open. This scene was truly too cruel.

Even though they were people of the martial arts world, they still felt that this scene was cruel. In normal battles, killing an opponent with one palm or stabbing the opponent with one sword was common.

But when had they ever seen someone directly beheading another person? This was a martial arts world, not a battlefield.

Li Dao didn't care about the feelings of the surrounding people. Cutting one's head off had already become a kind of habit on his part.