Clash Of The Sword Titans

The setting sun is like blood.

Under the criss-crossing sword marks, are the fragmented corpses of countless strong men. The blood gathered into a long meandering river. At the end, Chen Fang was sitting cross-legged on a huge rock. Although his body was covered with bruises, he still sat upright.

"Probably won't come again, unfortunately, I still want to find a few more lackeys of the Tianlong Empire as backup."

Chen Fang sneered, on the bloody broken sword lying horizontally on his knee, the sword intent was fierce, but this could not conceal the deep fatigue in his eyes.

Even if he becomes the Sword Emperor, Chen Fang still looks so insignificant in front of the "Tianlong Empire", the number one force in Shenyuan Continent. The prince Long Jianming, who claimed to be the reincarnation of Tianlong, would not even frown even if he paid ten times the price and filled in a hundred times the master.

And no matter how sharp the sword is, if it cannot rest all day long, it will always break one day.

Just like now, Chen Fang could clearly feel the rusty taste in the depths of the tongue.

This is the smell of death.

At this last moment, countless dusty memories in the depths of my mind flooded up like a tide. Relatives, friends, brothers, buddies, childhood sweethearts, all the different figures appeared in Chen Fang's mind.

"Death is not terrible, especially dying for you. What I worry about is, after I'm gone, how will you take care of yourself alone?"

In the cold rainy night, a beautiful woman with waterfall-like black hair had a dagger stuck in her chest, and blood was constantly overflowing from the corner of her mouth, but she was lying in Chen Fang's arms very contentedly, and even had time to stroke the ends of his hair .

"However, I won't say that you are allowed to find other women."

Perhaps because she couldn't see Chen Fang's grief-stricken expression, the black-haired woman tried her best to show a sweet smile, and suddenly, the cold rainy night became brighter. However, this joke, which was not funny at all, completely broke Chen Fang's heart.

This is Tang Yanran, Chen Fang's lover, the reincarnated body of a real phoenix, born in the incomparably prominent Tang family in Lishan. Everyone thought she would make a marriage contract with Prince Long Jianming, the reincarnation of Tianlong, but in the end, she chose The unknown Chen Fang.

If, at that time, I could be stronger, would I be able to block the stabbing sword in the darkness?

"Chen Fang, do you think you can avenge yourself with a single sword? That is Long Jianming, the prince of the Tianlong Empire! We can only fight against this behemoth if we are twisted together!" On the isolated peak, A young man with a Flame Crow on his shoulder looked at Chen Fang disappointedly, finally shook his head, and finally left.

Along with him, there were dozens of vigorous figures, each with a resolute killing aura.

This is Yu Xiao, one of Chen Fang's best brothers and the prince of Loulan Kingdom. He tried to persuade Chen Fang, at least wait until the time is right before starting revenge, instead of going to death like this one by one with a sword. It's a pity that Chen Fang had already been blinded by the overwhelming hatred at that time, and he didn't care what other people thought at all.

That day, Chen Fang failed to assassinate Long Jianming, and Yu Xiao, who was hiding in the dark, led an army to meet him. In the end, Chen Fang survived, but Yu Xiao died in the Tianlong Empire's human sea tactics. The body can't be brought back.

If, at that time, I could be more rational and calm, would everything be different?

However, there is no "if" in this world after all.

What is lost is lost forever.

What should come will eventually come.

Now, death is coming!

At the last moment, Chen Fang smiled.

"Finally, I can go see Yanran and apologize to my brothers."

With a faint sigh, Chen Fang closed his eyes, and his consciousness fell into endless darkness.

I do not know how long it has been.

the darkness dissipates,

The light reappeared.

A pleasant voice sounded, like the melodious sound of a zither coming from the distant horizon.

"Brother Chen Fang, it's time to choose a sword! What are you still doing!"

When he heard this voice, Chen Fang opened his eyes involuntarily.

In front of him, a handsome teenage girl was looking at him patiently with big watery eyes.

Tang Yanran?

In an instant, Chen Fang overlapped the figure in front of him with the unforgettable woman. But soon, after seeing the other person's face clearly, Chen Fang realized that he had misunderstood the person. The person standing in front of him was not the lover he had longed for, but his childhood sweetheart from decades ago, Dong Qingxue!

"Xiaoxue? Why are you here?"

Chen Fang looked Dong Qingxue up and down, with unconcealable confusion and astonishment in his eyes.

Many years ago, when Chen Fang was still a teenager, Dong Qingxue once practiced with him in Yunjian City in the eastern part of the Loulan Kingdom.

It's a pity that with the first signs of the catastrophe of heaven and earth, the Kingdom of Loulan suddenly changed in just half a year. The small Yunjian City was quickly destroyed in the flames of war, and Chen Fang was also displaced. The friends lost their news, and Dong Qingxue was one of them.

It is very likely that he died directly in the chaos of war, otherwise, in ten years, Chen Fang could at least find out some news.

But now, she is standing in front of him as if nothing had happened, how is this not surprising?

"Brother Chen Fang, are you still awake? Today is the day to enter the Jiange to choose a sword species. I promised my uncle that I will monitor you and don't do anything wrong. Why are you pretending to be stupid now!"

Dong Qingxue pouted, obviously dissatisfied with Chen Fang's reaction.

Jiange?

This name, like a flash of lightning in the night sky, made Chen Fang's eyes light up!

He finally remembered that this is the sword pavilion of Yunjian City, and at this moment, when he was sixteen years old, he was about to choose a sword type to lay the foundation of swordsmanship!

Himself, unexpectedly reborn?

And it was reborn at the starting point of life, the most critical moment?

Chen Fang suddenly raised his head, and immediately saw the majestic building in front of him. Above the resplendent main entrance, hung a huge plaque with the word "Jiange" written on it! It wasn't until this moment that he was sure that he had really been reborn! This kind of miracle, which sounds completely impossible, actually happened!

Lost, come back, everything can start all over again!

All regrets, regrets, lost relatives, brothers, companions, and Tang Yanran, all have the opportunity to make up for it in this life!

In an instant, Chen Fang fell into uncontrollable ecstasy. His heart beat faster, like a drum beating, making a sound of "dong dong". The piece of ice that would never melt in his heart had already turned into streams of passion at this moment, making the former sword The corners of Di's eyes couldn't stop turning slightly red.

"Chen, Brother Chen Fang?"

Dong Qingxue looked at Chen Fang with a strange expression in surprise, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

But fortunately, in just a few breaths, Chen Fang had already controlled his emotions.

After all, he was once a sword emperor. He has experienced countless winds and rains and witnessed countless lives and deaths. Even if a sword is stabbed in front of him, he will not blink an eye. Taking a deep breath, he forcibly suppressed the boiling excitement in his heart, and Chen Fang's expression soon calmed down.

However, his pair of pitch-black eyes looked extremely energetic at this moment, dazzlingly bright.

Yes, reborn! In this way, I finally have a chance to change my destiny!

As a reborn person, when the catastrophe is approaching, whose advantage can match him?

He is the sword emperor, no matter in terms of cultivation base, realm, experience, and understanding of swordsmanship, he is far above others. The most important point is that Chen Fang has a deep understanding of the catastrophe that swept across the entire continent. When the inevitable battle will happen, he will be clear about the movements of every top force on Shenyuan Continent!

Even if the last thing he has to face is a super power like the Tianlong Empire, Chen Fang is not afraid, because he is most familiar with this mortal enemy, and even the prince Long Jianming may not know the Tianlong Empire as well as Chen Fang!

Already standing on the shoulders of the future, can't you change your destiny?

In Chen Fang's heart, a high-spirited fighting spirit suddenly rose, like a blazing torch, illuminating his way forward.

Everything starts from this small Jiange!

"It's nothing, I was just a little excited just now, let's go, let's choose a sword."

Chen Fang regained his composure, lightly patted Dong Qingxue on the shoulder, and led her into the sword pavilion.

Yunjian City is located in the eastern part of the Loulan Kingdom, and is famous for its numerous sword masters. This sword pavilion is the one that cultivates sword species and teaches the way of swordsmanship. It can be said to be the core of the entire city. Its scale is extremely large, covering an area even larger than the City Lord's Mansion. In the center is a spacious hall, in which there are countless sword stands, and on each sword stand, there is a sword with a handle.

This is the Sword Hall, where you choose your sword type.

These swords are very different from real weapons. Not only do most of them have no sharp edges, but they also vary in length, style, and material.

Some are very short, the blade is only one finger long, and they are not so much swords as jade hairpins on women's heads. Some are very long, more than two meters in length, extremely heavy, with a wide sword body, like a huge door panel.

Some swords are made of pure gold, which is extremely vulgar, while others are carved from beautiful jade, which is extremely delicate. There are also some, even made of some strange stone that cannot be named, and the surface is mottled and vicissitudes.

All in all, among the swords displayed in the Jiange, it seems that few of them can be used for actual combat, but each of these disciples who yearn for the way of the sword is carefully choosing.

Because what they are choosing is not the sword in their hands, but the kind of sword in their hearts.

These swords, which look like exquisite handicrafts, are all spirit swords that have been soaked in the spirit pool for many years. For decades, these spirit swords have restrained aura and contained spiritual light, finally giving birth to sword species one after another. As long as you choose one of them and communicate with your consciousness, you can refine the sword species and place it in the great orifice of the sea of ​​qi, thus becoming an official sword cultivator.

A warrior holds an ordinary long sword in his hand and pulls out a few sword flowers. That's not called a sword cultivator, but just a "warrior with a sword" that's all.

Only by refining the sword species, transforming the inner strength in the great orifice of the sea of ​​qi into sword qi, so that the sword in the hand and one's own strength can be integrated into one, is the real swordsmanship!

What kind of sword a warrior chooses largely determines his qualifications for using swords in his life and the direction of his future swordsmanship!

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