His elegant body movements are unprecedented, like a flying fairy, gracefully emerging from the dust.

After the move failed, the bandit leader's expression darkened, he stamped his feet hard and bullied him again.

Li Ziye didn't show the slightest hint of panic, he turned around and his figure swept several feet away again.

Flying Immortal Technique is the best technique in the world. Not only is the sword technique unparalleled, but the body technique is also the best in the world.

In one day and one night, Li Ziye only learned five steps, which was not even a scratch. However, it was enough to deal with the bandit leader in front of him.

After taking two steps back, Li Ziye stepped back in the air, kicked on the tree, turned back in the air, and the green frost in his hand was unsheathed.

"Whoosh!"

The sword was as bright as frost. It seemed like a simple sword, but it stabbed the bandit leader's heart with unrivaled precision.

When the crisis struck, the hair on the bandit leader's body stood up, and the warrior instinctively rolled his body to the ground.

"Stab it!"

The ear-piercing sound of tearing clothes was heard, and a bone-deep scar appeared on the bandit leader's chest. Blood spattered and dyed the clothes red.

"You, lost!"

On the ground, the bandit leader was about to stand up when suddenly his eyes blurred and a cold long sword appeared in front of his throat.

"This, this is impossible!"

The bandit leader looked at the sword in front of his throat and said in shock.

"Why, are you willing to bet but not admit defeat?"

Li Ziye shook the sword in his hand and said, "Do you want me to poke a few holes in your body and then admit defeat?"

"I, give up!"

The bandit leader's face darkened and he said, "Tell me, what do you want to know?"

"It's very simple."
Chapter completed!