"No, no! I have a family tradition below, but I have learned a few sword techniques. I would like to ask all the Fang family to comment..."

Duan Yu gently shook the folding fan, and suddenly the fans were all together, and he quickly pointed at Zhuo Bufan like a fire.

Zhuo Bufan just wanted to raise his sword to resist, but his wrist was numb, and his internal force was stagnant, and the long sword had been taken away.

This time, it was really amazing.

A swordsman like Zhuo Bufan, the long sword is his own life. It is no different from the difficulty of taking away weapons and chopping off his right hand.

"What a good sword! It's a good sword!"

Duan Yu played the sword with his fingers, and the sword made a dragon roar. He praised the sword for being good, but he ignored Zhuo Bufan's sword skills. Just like evaluating other people's calligraphy, he simply praised the black ink and the precious paper. The irony in it was full of all.

Zhuo Bufan's face turned red with anger, but Taoist Buping and Fairy Furong looked alert and a little at a loss. He didn't know when such a young master had appeared in the world, and he had to make things difficult for them.

"I am stupid in my qualifications. After learning 30% of my family's sword skills, I asked the Sword God to take a look!"

Duan Yu picked up the long sword, and the Eight Immortals Table, which was originally cut into nine pieces by Zhuo Bufan, flew up directly.

Suddenly, the sword lights in the hall surged, and it seemed like there were tens of millions of swords, and it seemed that there was only one sword.

"Teacher Zhuo, how about my sword?"

After everyone was dazzled, Duan Yu asked with a smile.

The Taoist Buping looked on the ground and saw that each of the original nine wooden boards was two horizontally and vertically transformed into nine pieces, which was also the same size.

But the Eight Immortals Table was originally big, but at this time it was about to be used on a small wooden board, not to mention that Zhuo Bufan only cut out nine pieces with four swords, but Duan Yu cut out nine pieces into eighty-one pieces. The difference between the difficulty and difficulty is more than a hundred times?

Zhuo Bufan stared blankly at the small squares with different sizes and no difference on the ground, and he could no longer speak.

The upstairs had fallen into dead silence.

Although Zhuo Bufan's sword skills were so sophisticated before, everyone could still see clearly and cheer.

But when it came to Duan Yu's hand, the sword seemed to have its own life, and it turned into thousands of things in an instant. This kind of wonder cannot be described in any language.

After a long time, a sound of gasping for air conditioning came: "Good sword technique, really good sword technique!"

The man in black on a table to the east was said, with a small figure, leaving two rat beards, and his expression was very fierce.

At this moment, his eyes shone brightly, and he was ready to try.

The three people sitting with him also have their own temperaments, not like ordinary people. The first person wore a yellow robe, with thin bones, but had tall figures, with slanted eyebrows, sick face, and a very fierce look. The second person wore a maroon robe, with big ears, and a thick white beard under his chin. He looked like a wealthy businessman and gentry. The last person wore a black blue Confucian scholar's clothes and was about to be in his fifties. He squinted his eyes, as if he had read too much, which damaged his eyesight.

"This sword technique of '99 Guiyuan' is really amazing. I'm afraid that only my young master can take over it. But since I have seen such a good opponent, how can I let go of the storm in Jiangnan?"

Fengboye jumped in front of Duan Yu and shouted: "Come on! Let's fight!"

He had a very good fight in his life, especially when he met an opponent with a strong martial arts or a Qimen weapon, he was even more happy. He was like a drunkard meeting a famous wine, and he had to fight a good fight. He didn't care much about the outcome, the winner and the loss.

The burly man immediately shouted: "Fourth brother, don't, come back quickly!"

They were Murong Fu's family members, and they were brothers and sisters. At this time, Duan Yu was very skilled in martial arts and challenged him rashly. Not only did he lose but he also provoked a strong enemy to his side, and the wise would not win.

"No! No!"

The man in yellow said, "Fourth brother, such a master is full of joy in his fight against the enemy, so how can he let it go easily? Brother, you are not unaware. If you really let the fourth brother endure it, he may not be able to sleep even three nights. If you pester us to try it out, then it will be a big deal, it will be extremely bad..."

"When I have a shallow martial arts skills, how could I be the opponent of this Fourth Brother Feng? I'm so ugly!"

Duan Yu did not answer and returned the sword to Zhuo Bufan.

He was angry that someone was humiliating his father and then rushed to take action. As for the evil and evil, I had never heard of this name, so it didn't matter if I fought with others.

"Your surname is Duan, and you are from Dali... What you have used just now is Duan's sword technique?" Zhuo Bufan asked with a bright look.

"Yes, I'm a member of the Duan family. I hope to accumulate more eloquence in the future!"

"Hehe...so that's it!"

Zhuo Bufan took the long sword and looked stunned, making the people around him laugh: "It's okay if you are arrogant, but you just mess with Duan Dali. Wouldn't you feel uncomfortable?"

But Zhuo Bufan's sword technique is also amazing. Even though these people laughed in their hearts, they dared not show any signs on their faces.

After Duan Yu explained, he wanted to turn around and leave. Suddenly, he saw Feng Bo's face on the opposite side was full of surprise. The two followers shouted out: "Be careful, boy!"

It turned out that Zhuo Bufan was damaged and thought that if he didn't kill this kid, how could he be a human being in the future if he had traveled to the world?

Seeing Duan Yu return to his sword again, he was really angry from his heart, and evil arises from his courage. He shook the sword and stabbed Duan Yu.

He suffered a very miserable situation when he was young, and his entire sect was destroyed. He then practiced hard in Changbai Mountain for decades and talked and communicated with others. This time, he achieved great success in martial arts and traveled around the world, and even his temperament became more and more introverted and ruthless.

Duan Yu also heard the sound of breaking the wind behind his ears. Zhuo Bufan set out his sword so quickly that he came to his vest almost in the blink of an eye.

Fortunately, Duan Yu's Beiming magic skill had a small foundation at this time. The Beiming true energy in his body was filled with flowing, just like a substance. Zhuo Bufan's long sword stabbed and hit his body. The tip of the sword tilted, and the sword edge slid slightly.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Duan Yu made a mistake in his feet and immediately avoided the sword's back-breaking trouble, but there was a long hole in his vest.

Zhuo Bufan kept firing his sword. He changed his moves very quickly, and used another "jade belt around the waist" to attack Duan Yu in front, right and back three directions, three of which were fatal, fierce and ruthless.

Duan Yu relied on his magical step technique, but he avoided three swords and adjusted his breath evenly.

This is his first time traveling to the world, and his experience in facing the enemy is still weak, so he is a little busy at this time.

Seeing that the opponent's footwork was exquisite, Zhuo Bufan was absolutely unable to defeat him, and he was even more afraid. He suddenly took a deep breath, thrust his sword, and a half-foot-long green light suddenly appeared on the tip of the sword.

The four generals of the Murong family exclaimed in unison: "Sword, sword light!"

The sword light was stretching like a long snake. Zhuo Bufan smiled grimly, and a breath of true energy was raised in his dantian. The green light suddenly became strong and stabbed Duan Yu's chest.

Duan Yu was at this time and his courage was restored. He was not surprised when he saw the sword light. He directly transported Bei Ming's true energy into his hand and bounced towards the long sword.

Dingdang!

Suddenly, he heard the sound of metal and iron fighting. Duan Yu popped out and did not give up after he grabbed it in the air, throwing it as he grabbed it, throwing two flying knives and a whisk to the ground.

"this……"

Fengboye maintained a sloping posture, his mouth was big and he could almost put two duck eggs in his mouth.

Zhuo Bufan stared at the long sword in his hand expressionlessly.

The sword body had been broken, and the other half of the sword tip was penetrated into the cross beam of the restaurant. The tail was still trembling, and the green light flashed, as if a small snake whose head had fallen into the beam of the room was desperately entering at this time.

"What magic did you use?"

Fairy Furong was so beautiful that she and the Taoist Buping saw that Zhuo Bufan was defeated, they immediately attacked from the side. However, they thought that their opponent's martial arts were too incredible and they actually took off their weapons.

Duan Yu stepped on the flying knife of the whisk and sneered: "It turns out that the heroes of the Central Plains martial arts world are this kind of virtue, arrogant and suddenly plotted against each other... What else can you not do?"

Although he was talking about Zhuo Bufan and others, Feng Boe and others also felt that they were blind and hated that Fairy Furong and the Taoist Buping did not understand the rules.

"No! No!"

Bao Duan shook his head and said, "These three people may not be from the martial arts world in the Central Plains. Even so, how can they point him and compare us heroes with these bear bastards?"

"hehe……"

At this time, Zhuo Bufan seemed to finally come back to his senses: "I have been practicing hard for many years and thought that my sword skills are invincible in the world, but I didn't expect..."

He glanced at Duan Yu a few times, then went downstairs to the restaurant without looking back.

Even though he laughed, it sounded even more miserable and sad than crying, which almost made people unable to help but shed a handful of hot tears for him.

"The green mountains remain unchanged, the green water flows forever, and I will have a date later!"

The Taoist Buping bowed and glanced at the whisk under Fang Ming's feet reluctantly. This was a weapon he specially created. It was a weapon that was of equal length and weight. It also added a variety of fine gold. It was difficult to hurt the sword. If you lose this thing today, you will still want to find such a handy one in the future, but it will be even more difficult, so you feel very hesitant.

Even so, the Furong Fairy Cui Luhua is a female, and she is even more unreasonable. She immediately came to Duan Yu: "Give me the flying knife back!"

"Such a beautiful woman, but she just wants to hang out in the world, what a pity..."

Duan Yu smiled slightly and stepped back.

Who knew that this sentence seemed to stab Fairy Furong in some pain. She was furious and didn't bother to pick up the flying knife, and her palms came out and hit Duan Yu's chest.

But when he heard a "bang" sound, a fierce force counterattacked. Cui Luhua exclaimed with an "ah" and flew backwards. With a bang, he hit the stone pillars of the restaurant heavily, spewing out two mouthfuls of blood.
Chapter completed!