Chapter 217: The Terrifying Youngster

On the other side of the limousine, Big Head, a short swordsman, stood tall and imposing.

In his hand was a longsword, gleaming as if water.

That sword was extremely long, with a wide spine.

Held in the swordsman's hand, it looked indescribably ludicrous.

However, Yang Fei couldn't bring himself to laugh.

This longsword was more dangerous than any weapon Yang Fei had ever encountered.

The swordsman nodded in approval.

He said indifferently, "Are you Yang Fei?"

Without waiting for Yang Fei's response, he calmly stated, "It's been ten years. You're the one who can take my Three Swords without getting injured or killed."

For some reason, Yang Fei laughed again.

But his smile was somewhat bitter.

"So you are Three Swords. Did Golden Buddha send you to kill me?"

Three Swords didn't pay attention to Yang Fei's words.

He looked at Yang Fei indifferently, his longsword slanting upward.

"Take one more strike from me, and I'll spare your life!"

Yang Fei chuckled twice.