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Text Chapter 128: Cuckold One-eyed Clown Man

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    (Bow and thank the book friends: I was rewarded with 788 starting coins for my words, plus a valuable evaluation vote! Thank you to the fellow authors for the starting coins) The three armies can win the commander, but the ordinary man cannot win the will.  When the desperate soldiers of the Han Dynasty faced a certain death situation, they chose a desperate confrontation-it could only be a "desperate" confrontation.  And now, Li Yi's arrival has given the desperate, dilapidated, and even miserable army a glimmer of hope.  People are like this. Once they have hope, they no longer think about dying, but think about how to let their enemies die.  The torrent of troops collided with the Japanese warriors who were scared to death by Li Yi.  The winner and loser were decided at the moment of contact.  The young soldiers of the Han Dynasty roared angrily, waving the thick 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 can be vaguely seen, half-crouching by the wooden fence next to the grass.  "Come out." Li Yi suddenly turned the Yunzhong Sword and pointed it directly at the translucent figure.  "Jie Jie¡ª¡ª" The other party's laughter was very gloomy.  As the laughter came, the originally translucent figure gradually appeared.  This is a man of short stature and extremely ugly appearance. His skin is strangely black. One of his eyes is covered with an eye shield made of something unknown. His fluffy hair is hanging down behind him, with a few strands hanging on his hair.  Slender straw.  Li Yi just glanced at the one-eyed dragon and couldn't bear to look at it anymore. He turned away and sighed: "Your Excellency can grow so big, your perseverance is really commendable!" The other party obviously didn't know much about the profound Chinese culture.  , at this moment, he was stunned - he thought that the young man in silver armor was suffering from madness and was praising him before the fight started?  Could it be that he wanted to surrender?  Seeing the confused look on the other party's face, Li Yi finally couldn't hold back his laughter. He raised his sword and pointed it at the other party, laughing so hard: "Don't worry too much, Your Excellency. With your appearance, after you take me to use the sword to give you plastic surgery, you will be fine."  It looks much better!" "Swearing people before fighting is Li Yi's specialty. Well, although this guy is now considered a master, possessing demon energy, spiritual power and master-level martial arts, he still likes to scold others first.  He couldn't lift his head, so he was beaten hard.  This time, the person opposite finally understood what Li Yi meant. He grinned, revealing a mouth full of sharp yellow teeth, making the whole person look a bit ferocious and terrifying.  "You, damn it!" He cursed in broken Chinese, and then his whole person instantly turned into a translucent state.  "Useful?" Li Yi smiled contemptuously and stamped his right foot on the ground.  "Boom¡ª¡ª" The huge impact force hit the ground, and the ground that had been trampled for countless years was dug into the ground by an inch.  Then, the wooden fence on the opposite side also collapsed, and the opponent was knocked out again.  "Baga!" The other party got up in a panic, roared with some fear, took out a small samurai sword from his arms, threw it into the sky, and muttered something in a low voice.  As the spells in his mouth became faster and faster, the samurai sword gradually became covered with a layer of flame as red as blood.  This flame seemed to be made of blood. Under the rain, not only did it not go out, but it gradually became more powerful.  "Death!" Li Yi is too lazy to fight from a distance with these guys who use flying swords to fly up and down. His fighting principle is that when facing someone who can use flying swords, then - rush up and beat him to death!  "Coax¡ª¡ª" Li Yi pushed his feet hard and jumped into the air two meters high. Misty mist condensed around the Yunzhong Sword again, making the sword appear 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. However, he did not panic at all. Instead, he grinned mockingly and contemptuously.  ¡°Pa¡ª¡± The Yunzhong Sword and the katana came into contact in the air, and the flames surrounding the katana instantly condensed on the point of contact.  These bright red flames seem to want to spread and burn to the Yunzhong Sword.  However, they encountered the hazy mist surrounding Yunzhongjian, which was instantly extinguished, and then a clear sound of metal collision reached their ears.  The katana once again swirled in the air, flew out directly, and plunged into the earth with a pop  Li Yi narrowed his eyes and was surprised - the samurai sword did not break into two parts as he imagined, but all the flames on it dispersed, leaving a deep mark on the blade.  How was this sword made? Why didn¡¯t even the Yunzhong Sword cut it?  The one-eyed clown twitched the corner of his mouth at this moment. He relied on the connection with the samurai sword to understand how powerful Li Yi was. In his impression, anyone who could possess such strength at such a young age, the entire Han Dynasty,  There are only a handful of them.  However, he had never seen the young man in silver armor 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 with some cold eyes and said, "I'm here, Songmen Lumao, you  Who is it?" "My surname is Zu, and my name is just one clan name." Li Yi fell to the ground, raised his eyebrows, brushed the sword spine of Yunzhong Sword lightly with his hand, and responded inscrutably.  "Ancestor?" Matsumon Ryomao frowned and muttered. He tried to recall it, but found that this name did not exist in his memory at all.  He must be a liar!  Songmen Lumao glared and was about to scold Li Yi for hiding his head and showing his tail. Suddenly he was stunned and remembered the meaning of this word.  His face turned pale in an instant, but at this moment, the young man in silver armor opposite him responded with a smile: "Oh - my grandson Lumao, be good!" "Baga!" Songmen Lumao was so angry that his hair was all wet.  It's green.  He cursed loudly and recited the incantation silently again. As the obscure words burst out from his mouth one by one, the knife in his hand, which was originally only one-third the size of an ordinary samurai sword, began to gradually become larger.  "Hey, are you a magician and a martial artist?" Li Yi raised his eyebrows sarcastically. He was completely dismissive of this ugly-looking guy who was also known as a cuckold. Now that his strength has greatly increased, he was completely dismissive - I Liang Gang  The tricks in Li Wu's suicide note that I learned are useless!  "Pfft¡ª¡ª" Li Yi had just finished taunting, but he saw the other party punching his chest violently, and spitting out a mouthful of black blood, which sprayed directly on the back of the samurai sword.  "" Li Yi was stunned. He held it in for a long time, but couldn't say a word. This cuckold just said a few words to him, and then he beat his chest and vomited blood, just to be pissed off by him.  The rhythm of death?
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