Clash Of The Sword Titans

The sword fighting arena, as the name suggests, is a place for fighting swords.

However, this one in Yunjian City is not a stage, but a whole composed of hundreds of closed small arenas. Fighting swords is not about fighting with other disciples, but a way of using spiritual formations and phantom formations to cultivate.

The sword fighting platform occupies a very large area, second only to the Jiange and the City Lord's Mansion. Below it is the branch of the earth veins. Coupled with the effect of the spirit-gathering circle, the aura is extremely strong. For people in the warrior realm, it can be said to be Practice holy land.

As soon as he walked into the sword fighting arena, Chen Fang immediately felt a strong aura rushing towards his face.

In the spacious central hall, many Jiange disciples were trotting into their training room one by one with expressions of haste. As for those who have completed their training, although they all looked exhausted and had many scars all over their bodies, their eyes were full of satisfaction and a trace of indelible nostalgia.

"You have just refined the sword species, and you need a lot of spiritual energy to supplement it. I have already reserved three training rooms, so you can relax and breathe out the spiritual energy."

Yang Junyu said earnestly, there was no showing off in his tone, only the purest concern.

"Brother Yang Jun, thank you. This is a generous gift, and I will keep it in my heart." Feeling the aura surging around her, Dong Qingxue was also very moved. She looked at him and said seriously, then bowed lightly bow.

"Everyone is our own person, so I am embarrassed to be so polite."

Yang Jun waved his hand and laughed.

As for Chen Fang, he didn't say much, he just patted the other person on the shoulder.

As the saying goes, no thanks, a mere sword fighting platform may not be a big deal to Chen Fang, the sword emperor of the previous life, but at this moment, it is Yang Jun who is doing his best to help, and Chen Fang sees it , keep in mind, this is enough.

Yang Jun looked around, and then brought Chen Fang and Dong Qingxue to the guard platform in the center of the hall. Not only does the practice room of the Sword Fighting Arena require a large amount of merit points, but even so, the supply is still in short supply. Fortunately, Yang Jun has already made preparations and made an appointment more than half a month ago, and he also paid a part of the merit points in advance as a deposit , Therefore, the journey today was unimpeded.

However, just as the three of them finished the formalities and were about to enter the training room, a voice suddenly sounded.

"Wait a minute, I happen to be using these three training rooms, you guys, let them out first!"

The owner of this voice was dressed like a rich man, with a beautifully crafted Leng Yue Sword on his waist. Behind him stood five or six people, some men and some women, all of them were sword cultivators, and there was an aura of wealth or nobility all over their bodies.

Yang Jun looked back, his face darkened suddenly: "Du Yifei, the Jiange has the rules of the Jiange, you dare to snatch the training room I reserved?"

"Snatch? You're going too far. I came here this time to practice swords with Ms. Song Tingyu. Your training room is connected together and the space is relatively large. What does it matter if you let us use it first? "

Du Yifei said with a half-smile, but moved his body to the side.

Among the crowd, a graceful and luxurious woman in Tsing Yi came out slowly.

"Don't worry, Yang Jun, I'm not using your training room for nothing. One hundred merit points, just treat it as a reward. After that, I can also say hello to the elders of Jiange and let you go to the Sutra Pavilion to choose a set of swords." How about it?" Song Tingyu said lightly, but his expression was full of condescending arrogance.

"A family member..."

On the side, Chen Fang watched quietly, but frowned.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and the interior of Yunjian City is not monolithic, but divided into two camps, the aristocratic family and the common people. The former is rich in resources and can be directly exchanged for merit points with materials, but the latter has to work hard to complete a lot of tasks in exchange for a chance to practice on the sword fighting ring.

This inequality has made the grievances between the two camps deeper and deeper.

However, for Chen Fang, who used to be the Sword Emperor, this kind of small conflict is still secondary. The key point is that the children of the aristocratic family control the best resources, but in the civil war in Loulan, they are simply unusable!

In the previous life, as soon as the Du family and the Song family got the news of the civil war, they immediately fled to the capital, without any thought of staying behind to defend against the enemy. Not only that, but for the convenience of themselves, they also incited the whole city to prevent the blame from falling on their own heads.

It is precisely because of this that when the civil war broke out, the situation in Yunjian City became extremely unstable, and the interior was extremely empty, which finally led to the end of destruction.

As the saying goes, don't be afraid of opponents who are like gods, but teammates who are like pigs.

Seeing this kind of pig teammate, Chen Fang felt disgusted spontaneously.

Yang Jun also obviously disliked these people very much, shook his head, and said, "I'm not interested, you should find someone else."

Yang Jun knew very well that only the few days when the sword had just been refined was the best opportunity to absorb spiritual energy and consolidate the foundation. If the practice room is really vacated right now, I'm afraid it will take at least ten days to make an appointment again.

By then, it would be too late for Chen Fang.

For the sake of his brother, he didn't even think about it, so he directly chose to refuse.

"You dare to refuse even my request from Du Yifei?" Du Yifei's face changed, and he snorted coldly, "Even if you are not afraid of death, what about the two little guys behind you? They are just getting started Are you a low-level warrior? Offended me, you see if they still have a foothold in this Yunjian City by then!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Jun's cold and hard face immediately showed a hint of hesitation. In Dong Qingxue's expression, there was an unconcealable worry.

"So what if you offend me, get out of here." At this moment, Chen Fang's voice rang out in the hall.

"Boy, what are you talking about?" Even though Du Yifei tried his best to maintain the self-restraint of the young master, his face was livid at this moment, and his eyes were full of anger.

"Disappear from my eyes immediately, otherwise, I will make you unable to hold the sword again in this life." Chen Fang's tone was cold, like a sword passing through his throat.

Since his rebirth, his greatest wish is to protect his lover, relatives and friends. Now someone dared to threaten his buddies and childhood sweethearts under his nose, which was a big taboo.

In an instant, his whole demeanor changed suddenly, from a Bodhisattva with lowered brows to an angry-eyed King Kong, and his body seemed to be a bit taller. At first, he looked like a weak boy who was not good at words, but now he is a peerless warrior who does not show his sharpness!

A piece of real sword intent, like a whistling hurricane, swept through the entire hall, enveloping Du Yifei and the others.

All of a sudden, the faces of the children of these aristocratic families changed color, and a sense of fear gushed out of their hearts like a tide, which could not be suppressed at all. At this moment, they only felt that they were completely isolated, screaming that every day should not be done, and that the earth and the earth were not working, but in front of them, a huge beast was waking up, and it spewed out a scorching bloody murderous intent!

"You boy, a rookie who has just refined a sword, what kind of magic method is used!" Du Yifei barely suppressed the fear in his heart, thinking that his favorite Song Tingyu was by his side, he really didn't want to back down, and all the time Gritting his teeth, he immediately drew out his long sword.

Only with a sword in hand and the sword energy circulating around his body, can Du Yifei be able to suppress the shock brought by this mighty sword intent.

The next moment, he also ignored the Jiange's rules, roared, and rushed directly to Chen Fang.

"not good!"

Yang Jun was not oppressed by the sword intent, so he didn't know what happened, but when he saw the opponent attacking, his first reaction was to stand in front and use his body to protect his best friend!

However, before Yang Jun drew out his sword, there was already a person who rushed forward at a faster speed.

It was Chen Fang himself.

No superfluous words, and no need.

A sound of the Qingyue sword whizzed across the air, and the fine steel long sword in Chen Fang's hand had already been unsheathed.

He bowed his body like an old ape in the mountains, leaped forward, and hit Du Yifei's chest directly with the tip of his sword.

His sword seemed to have a spirituality, and his whole body became as light as a feather, completely attached to the sword, moving with the sword's force. The lightness and vigor of the spirit ape was fully demonstrated by Chen Fang's blow.

It was just a simple delivery and delivery, without any tricks, a very thin but extremely sharp cold light flashed in the air, and the next moment, Chen Fang's sword was in front of Du Yifei, as if the distance between the two was not close at all. Existence is general.

Du Yifei was startled, the blow came so fast, he couldn't even use any moves, so he could only rely on his instinctive reaction to block with the sword in front of him.

With a crisp sound of "铛", the weapons of the two collided fiercely, sparking a dazzling spark!

With one blow, a red and black sword aura appeared on the edge of the Qingsteel sword. This sword aura was as subtle as a hair, but it was filled with a terrifying aura of destruction that made people dare not approach. It's Chen Fang's red and black sword energy!

As soon as this sword energy came out, the large piece of sword energy that Du Yifei condensed as a high-level warrior was completely torn apart in one fell swoop, like butter cut by a hot knife, completely scattered away.

With the sword energy scattered, a whirlwind rose flatly, causing a gust of hunting wind to blow in the entire hall. Under the huge impact force, Du Yifei's horizontal long sword directly bent into a semicircle, and Chen Fang's sword edge hit Du Yifei's chest heavily through this semicircle.

"Wow!"

With a scream, Du Yifei flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, rolled on the ground for more than ten meters, kicked up a large cloud of dust, and finally stopped. A stream of blood spewed out of his mouth involuntarily, apparently from an internal injury.

An instant, a confrontation, the dust settles.

No one spoke, and everyone watched the scene with their mouths open and eyes wide open. Whether it was the children of the aristocratic family around Du Yifei, or the disciples of Jiange passing by in the hall, everyone stopped their movements. There was silence in the entire hall, only the sound of breathing, heartbeat, and murmuring to himself.

How can this be?

At this moment, such a thought involuntarily appeared in the minds of almost everyone.

You know, although Du Yifei is arrogant and domineering, he is not some ignorant dude, but a master who has stepped into the ranks of high-level warriors early!

A low-level warrior with sword energy like silk. A mid-level warrior with sword energy like water. A high-level martial artist with flowing sword energy. The sword energy gushing out from Du Yifei's sword edge was at least three times thicker than that of a new sword repairer, and the purity of every fraction of the sword energy was much higher.

Low-level versus high-level is like using a strand of hair to collide with a surging torrent. It is obvious which one is stronger and which is weaker. However, the final result greatly exceeded everyone's expectations, or common sense!

Not only that, it doesn't matter if you can't stop one move, and even the whole person is blown away, isn't this too exaggerated?

No matter how calm a person is, it is difficult to accept such exaggerated results for a while. Song Tingyu, who was condescending just now, even lost his composure for a while, showing a demented look, completely gone from the beginning. The image of a graceful lady.

The silence lasted for several minutes, until Chen Fang's cold voice rang out again.

"Among you, who else is not convinced?"

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