Clash Of The Sword Titans

"My good brother, thanks to your guidance, I have gained a lot from this training, and I don't think it will take long before I can be promoted to a peak martial artist."

After the training was over, Yang Jun was very excited. The "Xuanjian Jue" he got from Chen Fang became smoother and smoother as he used it, and his cultivation speed was much faster than before. Although Dong Qingxue has only just started to practice, with the help of "Spring Wind Transforming Rain", the sword species in her body has also grown. Chen Fang estimated that Dong Qingxue's talent would really emerge in two or three months at most.

"Let's improve as soon as possible. Jiange disciples seem to be beautiful, but in fact the competition is fierce. Only when we improve our strength can we control our own destiny." Chen Fang patted Yang Jun's shoulder and rubbed Dong Qingxue's head , said meaningfully.

"Everyone knows this truth, so do you need to say more?" Yang Jun smiled, and then asked a little worriedly, "But, won't you go back with us?"

"I still have something to do tonight. It was explained by my father. You go first."

Chen Fang shook his head, and once again rejected Yang Jun's kindness.

"Okay, let's stop here today, let's talk about it later. But you have to be careful yourself, those aristocratic children will definitely not let it go. They don't dare to play tricks in Yunjian City, but don't run to some sparsely populated place go."

Yang Jun exhorted in a long-winded manner, at this moment, he is not so much a buddy, but a big brother who always worries about his juniors.

"I know it well, and you too, pay attention to yourself. Yang Jun, you have to escort Dong Qingxue home."

Chen Fang nodded, and answered like this. The three of them walked out of the sword fighting ring while talking, explained a few words to each other, and then separated and walked in different directions.

Looking at the backs of Yang Jun and Dong Qingxue going away, Chen Fang's originally relaxed and freehand smile gradually subsided. With a sweep of his eyes, he immediately saw several strange figures staring at him at the corner of the street.

"Sure enough, someone is watching, but this is just right, and it will save me trouble."

Chen Fang chuckled, his dark eyes became colder. Then, without thinking about it, he walked towards the east of Yunjian City.

Yunjian City is divided into five major areas, east, west, south, north, and middle. The central area is where the Jiange is located. The northern area is located in the city lord's mansion. The western area is full of mansions. , there are also many underground black market channels, etc., which can be said to be a land of three religions and nine streams, with a mixture of fish and dragons.

It has been in disrepair for a long time, the streets are narrow, full of small roads and dark alleys, like a huge spider web, weaving together to form the entire East District.

A man with a sword on his waist like Chen Fang was hardly seen on the streets of the East District. He was walking alone on the road at the moment, and he was particularly conspicuous.

However, no one dared to trouble Chen Fang. After all, most of the people who wore swords in Yunjian City were Jiange disciples. These gang forces in the Eastern District had no time to hide, so how dare they provoke them easily?

However, for caring people with the same status, this is the best environment and the best opportunity.

When Chen Fang turned into a dark alley, two figures with swords appeared in front of him immediately, blocking the road ahead with impunity. At the same time, behind Chen Fang, several people slowly came out from the darkness.

Among them, several people are the children of the aristocratic family in the morning, and Song Tingyu is also among them, but the other few people are obviously stronger, and Chen Fang has never seen them before.

The one headed by them is a young man in white robes, with a folding fan in his hand and a jade pendant on his waist. In this chaotic eastern district of the city, he is particularly eye-catching in this attire, but he exudes a kind of strangeness. Mo Jin's strong aura.

"You are Chen Fang?"

The white-robed young man raised his eyebrows and asked condescendingly.

A cold and arrogant voice,

It sounded slowly in the dark alley.

"You are Song Shaoyang?"

Chen Fang turned around and asked indifferently. Although he was surrounded from front to back, his expression not only did not change, but a smile was on the contrary.

Song Shaoyang, the third son of the Song family, is a peak martial artist.

In the previous life, this person injured Chen Fang's best friend Yang Jun in the competition, and took away the quota of true disciples, and then used the resources of the Jiange to break through to a higher level of true energy in one fell swoop, becoming a martial artist. In contrast, Yang Jun's promotion was delayed for more than three months. After the civil war broke out, he had no chance.

Until his death, Yang Jun was just a small martial artist, and he had never even reached the Real Qi Realm.

But after a few years, Song Shaoyang uttered the truth once after drinking, and Chen Fang finally learned that the reason why he was able to defeat his best friend back then was not relying on his own strength at all, but a spiritual weapon hidden in his body!

If Yang Jun had the chance to become a martial artist back then, would he have had the chance to survive the battle in Yunjian City?

For a long time, Chen Fang has always had such a regret in his heart, and has always had such an unrealistic thought.

But in this life, before Chen Fang went to find Song Shaoyang's troubles, this guy jumped out by himself. Should it be said that the enemy's road is narrow, or is it karma?

Thinking of this, Chen Fang couldn't help laughing.

In the eyes of these aristocratic children, this extremely relaxed expression is a kind of pure provocation, a kind of expression that doesn't take them seriously at all.

"Brother Shaoyang, it's this lowly brat! We tried to ask him to let him go, but instead of letting him go, he uttered evil words and insulted the Song family. Du Yifei couldn't stand it and wanted to stop him. In the end, he was severely injured, with three broken ribs! Brother Shaoyang, you must vent your anger on us!"

Song Tingyu said emphatically from the side, staring at Chen Fang viciously.

In the morning, she was so frightened by Chen Fang's sword that her face turned pale, and she was forced to leave in front of the public, unable to even say a word. For such a proud young lady, this is definitely an insult for a lifetime. At this moment, when she saw Chen Fang, her beautiful eyes almost burst into flames.

However, for this kind of slander, Chen Fang didn't even bother to waste his energy in explaining, he didn't even look at Song Tingyu, he just looked at Song Shaoyang without fear.

This calm performance made Song Shaoyang frown slightly.

He is the third son of the Song family, even if the elder Jiange met him, he would still say hello, and both parties should be polite. What kind of thing is this commoner disciple in front of him, and he dares to look at him with such an attitude?

Thinking of this, an imperceptible killing intent flashed in Song Shaoyang's eyes. He sneered and said, "Chen Fang, since you dare to attack Du Yifei, no one can save you today. I'll give you There are two options, one is to let me break your two legs, the other is to apologize to everyone here on the spot, kowtow three times, and then I can forgive you as Sister Tingyu's servant."

Saying this, Song Shaoyang held a folding fan in his hand, and with a flick of his wrist, a bright long sword appeared in his hand.

On the edge of this sword, streams of sword energy appeared layer upon layer, like endless waves.

The sword energy is like a tide, which is the best proof of the cultivation base of a peak warrior.

This aura immediately made the disciples of the surrounding aristocratic families full of confidence. Chen Fang, who had knocked off the high-ranking martial artist with his sword in the morning, seemed nothing to be afraid of.

"Boy, if you want to blame it, blame yourself for your bad luck. How dare you offend Young Master Yang."

"If you are sensible, you can quickly kowtow three times to beg for mercy, and you can save yourself from suffering."

"I hope that his bones will be tougher. Hehe, breaking his legs will be considered revenge for Du Yifei."

The children of the surrounding aristocratic families laughed wantonly, without any fear in their words, and their faces were full of ferocious smiles. On the other side, a contented sneer appeared on the corner of Song Tingyu's mouth.

You know, among the people surrounding Chen Fang in front of him, apart from Song Shaoyang who is the peak martial artist, there are also two coaches of the Song family, both of whom are high-level warriors. They are also middle-level warriors. Sometimes, you can also form a sword array to contain your opponent.

In front of such a lineup, how good is the talent? The background of the aristocratic family is beyond the imagination of a commoner boy!

"Oh? You want to break my legs? Do you want me to kneel down and kowtow to you?"

Chen Fang raised his eyelids and glanced at the other party lightly.

Just such a small sideways eye movement, everyone present suddenly felt the temperature drop sharply, the cold wind was blowing, and the murderous aura was overwhelming, almost screaming!

Silently, that terrifying sword intent spread out again, filling the air.

No words and no need.

Accompanied by the clear sound of the sword's cry, the long sword in Chen Fang's hand was unsheathed.

The next moment, he took a step forward, without the slightest trace of fireworks, and in an understatement, his whole body had turned into a shadow, shrunk to an inch, and came directly in front of a child of an aristocratic family. Then, the long sword in his hand flicked violently!

The flat and thin sword hummed, bent into a huge arc, and was pulled out like a steel whip, wrapped in an extremely sharp wind.

Boom!

There was a dull loud noise, and then, a figure flew up. This figure didn't roll out like Du Yifei did back then, but really drew an arc in mid-air, as if being swatted by a fly!

boom!

There was another muffled sound of flesh colliding with masonry, accompanied by a wailing scream.

The child of the noble family didn't even know what happened. He had already slammed into the wall of the dark alley, sprayed blood and fell to the ground. It seemed that at least a few ribs were broken. And from the beginning to the end, let alone draw the sword, he didn't even have time to touch the hilt.

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