The ultimate magic calculation in the glamorous city

"What a fast sword!" Guan Dongjun upstairs looked at the traces of the sword still remaining in the air, and couldn't help but exclaimed in a low voice with admiration.

"Brother Jun, what move is this already?" The younger brother next to him looked at Guan Dongjun blankly and asked.

"Nine moves!" The one who said this was not Guan Dongjun who was still in awe, but Yang Pingfan who still managed to catch Yang Mu's eight consecutive sword strikes.Of course, he didn't answer that little brother, but said it to Yang Mu.

"I only blinked my eyes twice, and I've already made nine moves so quickly!" The younger brother's expression seemed inconceivable, but when he thought that Yang Pingfan had already taken nine moves and was safe, he immediately gloated Looking at Yang Mu downstairs, Yin Yang sighed strangely: "A certain uncle who talks big is going to flash his tongue now!"

Yang Mu raised his head when he heard the younger brother's sarcasm, and stared with a frightening coldness in his eyes, which made the younger brother's hair stand on end in fright.Then he turned back to look at the provocative Yang Pingfan, his expression was still indifferent, and he said proudly: "There is one more move, enough to defeat you!"

"What if I'm not defeated?" Yang Pingfan asked with a playful smile.

"Then I will leave Shenzhou immediately, and never step out of Shenzhou again." Yang Mu said firmly.

"Then what if you lose?" Yang Pingfan asked lightly.

"If I lose, my humble life will be given to the young master today! But if the young master loses, he must promise me one thing!" Yang Mu said confidently.

"What is it?" Yang Pingfan asked with a little doubt.

"You have to promise me that no matter what happens in the future, you will not hurt your father's life!" Yang Mu said solemnly.

Yang Pingfan didn't expect Yang Mu's condition to be like this, and he was very surprised. After being stunned for a while, he said indifferently: "I promise you. Now please make a move!"

Yang Mu didn't give in either, and with a wave of his soft sword, he immediately attacked with a thunderous force.

This last sword was really extraordinary.Yang Pingfan only felt that countless swords suddenly appeared around him, and he was surrounded by layers of sword shadows. Even if a fly flew in, it seemed that it would be cut under the sword immediately.

Of course, flying out will also be cut by the sword.

Damn it, maybe my eyesight is caused by fatigue!Yang Pingfan looked at the countless sword shadows that were approaching rapidly, thinking bitterly in his heart.

Uncle Yang's self-confidence really has something to rely on!This sword seems to be unavoidable, unbreakable.Even if Yang Pingfan has eight claws like an octopus, he can't block so many sword shadows!However, his expression was not the slightest bit nervous. When the countless sword shadows got closer and closer, he closed his eyes slowly, as if he had completely given up resistance and waited for death calmly.

Seeing Yang Pingfan's critical situation, Guan Dongjun upstairs quickly put his right hand into his pocket and held a pistol tightly, ready to secretly fire a black gun at Uncle Yangmu in an emergency.

But in the blink of an eye, the countless sword shadows surrounding Yang Pingfan were less than a foot away from him, but he still closed his eyes and did not move.

He didn't move, but Guan Dongjun had already nervously pulled out his pistol from his pocket and aimed it at Yang Mu.

At the moment when Guan Dongjun was about to pull the trigger of the pistol, Yang Pingfan suddenly moved.However, he still didn't open his eyes, holding the short sword and swung a majestic sword to the left front completely relying on that powerful super premonition.Immediately, the majestic sword energy was like an extremely ferocious dragon, howling and devouring all the illusory sword shadows.

As the countless illusory sword shadows dispersed, the soft sword in Yang Mu's hand immediately appeared clearly in front of everyone.

Yang Pingfan still didn't open his eyes at this time, but the short sword in his hand was accurately cut on the soft sword in Yang Mu's hand.

With a sound of "clang", the soft sword in Yang Mu's hand was cut off abruptly by Yang Pingfan's dagger.

Wow!Everyone in the Tai Sui Party upstairs couldn't help but marvel in unison.

How can this be?Isn't his arm hurt?How can there be such an arm to cut off my sword?Yang Mu looked at the broken sword in his hand in surprise, he couldn't believe what happened before his eyes.

Could it be that the inconspicuous jet-black dagger in this kid's hand is an ancient sword that I don't know about?Otherwise, how could this kid cut off the soft sword in my hand?He guessed very unconvinced in his heart.

But in fact, Yang Pingfan's short sword is not an ancient sword, and of course the one Shangguan Wuchen gave him is by no means ordinary.

That night before he left, when Shangguan Wuchen gave him the dagger, he looked at the dark appearance and couldn't help thinking disdainfully: Master is really stingy!After following him for ten years, he actually gave me such a broken sword before leaving.It's so ugly and so short, and it doesn't show the chicness of those heroes in martial arts novels who walk around the world with swords in their hands. (Help to collect it, just click "Favorite this book" below! Thank you for your support!)