My law is immortal

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The three armies can win the commander, and each man can't win the ambition.

When the desperate soldiers of the Han Dynasty faced the inevitable situation, they chose to fight desperately—it could only be a "desperate" confrontation.

But now, the arrival of Li Yi gave hope to the desperate, dilapidated, and even miserable army.

People are like this, once they have hope, they will no longer think about dying, but think about how to let their enemies die.

The torrent of troops collided with the Dongying Warriors who were almost scared out of their wits by Li Yi.

The victory and defeat were determined at the moment of contact.

The young soldiers of the Han Dynasty roared angrily, brandishing the broad-backed steel knives in their hands, and kept harvesting heads one by one.

Li Yi had crushed several heads at this moment, and ran far behind the Japanese soldiers.

In the hazy drizzle, a vague translucent figure could be vaguely seen, squatting halfway by the wooden fence next to the grass.

"come out."

Li Yi turned Yun Zhongjian sharply and pointed directly at the translucent figure.

"Jie Jie—"

The other party's laughter was very hazy.

With the laughter, the originally translucent figure gradually appeared.

This is a short, ugly man, his skin is strangely black, one eye is covered with an eyepatch made of something, fluffy hair is loose behind him, and there are a few strands hanging from his hair Thin straw.

Li Yi just glanced at the one-eyed dragon, and couldn't bear to look any more. He turned his head away, and sighed, "Your Excellency's perseverance is truly amazing!"

The other party obviously didn't know much about the broad and profound Chinese culture, so he was taken aback at this moment—he thought that the young silver armor general had lost his mind and praised himself before he started fighting?Could it be that he is going to surrender?

Seeing the dazed look on the other side's face, Li Yi finally couldn't hold back his laughter. He pointed his sword at the other side, leaning back and forth with a smile: "Your Excellency, don't worry too much. After you take me to use the sword to give you plastic surgery for your appearance, you will be fine." Much better looking!"

Swearing at people before fighting is Li Yi's specialty. Well, although this fellow is now considered a master, possessing monster essence, spiritual power, and master-level force, he still likes to scold others before he can't hold his head up. Beat me hard again.

This time, the person opposite finally understood Li Yi's meaning. He grinned, showing a mouth full of sharp yellow teeth, and he looked a little hideous and terrifying.

"You, damn it!" He cursed in broken Chinese, and his whole body instantly became translucent.

"Useful?" Li Yi smiled contemptuously, and stomped his right foot on the ground.

"boom--"

The huge impact hit the ground, and the ground under his feet, which had been trampled on for countless years, sank into an inch.

Then, the wooden fence on the opposite side also collapsed, knocking the opponent out again.

"idiot!"

The other party got up in a panic, roared with some fear on his face, took out a small samurai sword from his arms, threw it into the sky, and muttered something in a low voice.

As the incantations in his mouth became faster and faster, the samurai sword was gradually covered with a layer of bright red flames like blood.

The flame seemed to be forged with fresh blood. Under the rain, not only did it not go out, but it gradually became more vigorous.

"die!"

Li Yi is too lazy to fight long distances with these bastards who use flying swords to go high and high. His principle of fighting is that when facing someone who can use flying swords, then - rush up and beat them to death!

"coax--"

Li Yi pushed his feet hard, and he jumped into the air two meters high. Misty water mist once again condensed around the sword in the cloud, and the sword appeared to be a whole circle bigger.

As soon as Li Yi jumped into the air, the opponent's flying sword was in front of him in an instant, but he didn't panic at all. Instead, he grinned mockingly and contemptuously.

"Snapped--"

The sword in the cloud and the samurai sword made contact in the air, and the flames shrouded outside the samurai sword instantly condensed at the point of contact.

These dark red flames seemed to want to spread and burn to the sword in the cloud.

However, when they encountered the hazy water mist around the sword in the cloud, it went out in an instant, and then a crisp metal impact sound entered the ears of the two of them.

The samurai sword swirled in the air again, flew out directly, and plunged into the ground with a puff.

Li Yi narrowed his eyes, but was surprised - the samurai sword was not broken in two as he imagined, but all the flames on it dissipated, leaving a deep mark on the blade.

How was this knife made, and why didn't even the sword in the cloud cut it off!

The corner of the one-eyed clown's mouth twitched at this moment. Relying on the induction with the samurai sword, he learned about Li Yi's strength. In his impression, the whole Han Dynasty, who can possess such strength at such a young age, has all is one of the few.

However, he had never seen this silver-armored young general in front of him in the album!

With a move of his right hand, the samurai sword suddenly rose from the ground and fell into his hand. Then he stared at Li Yi vigilantly with a somewhat cold gaze, and said, "Under the Matsumen Lvmao, Who are you!"

"Miangui's surname is Zu, and the single name is Zongzi." Li Yi fell to the ground, raised his eyebrows, brushed the spine of Yunzhongjian lightly with his hand, and responded in an unpredictable way.

"Ancestor?" Songmen Lumao frowned and muttered something. He tried to recall, but found that there was no such name in his memory.

He must be a liar!

As soon as Lumao Songmen stared, he was about to scold Li Yizang for showing his head, but suddenly he was taken aback, remembering the meaning of this word.

His face turned pale in an instant, but at this moment, the young general in silver armor on the opposite side responded with a smile: "Oh—my grandson Lu Mao, be good!"

"Baga!" Lvmao Songmen was so angry that his hair turned green.

He cursed loudly, and recited the spell silently again. As the obscure words burst out of his mouth one by one, the sword in his hand, which was originally only one-third the size of an ordinary samurai sword, began to gradually grow in size.

"Yo, do you both practice magic and martial arts?" Li Yi raised his eyebrows sarcastically. For this ugly guy who wears a cuckold as a name, he is in a state of complete disdain at the moment when his strength has soared——Lao Tzu Lian Gang The tricks in Li Wu's suicide note learned are useless!

"puff--"

Li Yi had just finished taunting, when he saw the other party punching his chest violently, spewing out a mouthful of black blood with a puff, which sprayed directly on the back of the samurai sword.

"..." Li Yideng was stunned for a long time, but he couldn't say a word—the cuckold had only said a few words to himself, and after a fight, he beat his chest and vomited blood, because he wanted to be directly angered by himself Rhythm of death?