At Su Xun's reminder, the one-armed man moved and wanted to pull out his sword.

But... in a moment.

The one-armed man looked frozen, holding the hilt of his sword tightly with one hand.

With a choking sound, the sword was already out of the body.

But what he held in his hand was still the hilt of the sword.

The sword was still in its scabbard.

As soon as he drew his sword, the beggar's branch was thrown out.

The branch moved so fast that it directly broke the sword.

Therefore, this situation occurs.

The sword is in the scabbard, and the hilt is in the hand of the one-armed man.

The one-armed man was stunned, his face pale.

Thinking of this moment, he felt frightened.

What if the branch struck directly at my head instead of the sword in my hand?

Can he block the beggar's blow with the sword in his hand?

He didn't have the answer in his heart, but his pale face told him the answer.

At this time, several completely different expressions appeared on the faces of several people.

The pupils of the four guards in red suddenly shrank, but the woman just frowned slightly.

There was an undetectable look in Su Xun's eyes.

It was an expression of excitement.

His bet was right, the beggar was a master.

Although Su Xun didn't know what his level was, Su Xun believed that with the beggar's strength...

The beggar glanced at the sweaty one-armed man.

Maybe you should use the money you spend on clothes to buy a good sword.

But I advise you... you still shouldn't wear a sword.

Because using a sword as a decoration is really dangerous.

In the ears of the one-armed man, these words were harsh and ironic.
Chapter completed!