Clash Of The Sword Titans Chapter 8: Dark Alley Interception

　　"Good brother, thanks to your guidance, I have gained a lot from my practice this time. It is estimated that it will not be long before I can be promoted to the peak warrior."

　　After the practice, Yang Jun felt excited. The "Xuan Jian Jue" he obtained from Chen Fang became smoother and smoother, and even with it, his cultivation speed was much faster than before. Although Dong Qingxue had only just begun to practice, with the help of "Spring Wind Transforming Rain Art", the sword species in his body had also grown. Chen Fang estimated that Dong Qingxue's talent would truly emerge in two or three months at most.

　　 "Get up as soon as possible. The disciples of Jiange seem to be beautiful, but in fact the competition is fierce. We can only control our own destiny if we improve our strength." Chen Fang patted Yang Jun on the shoulder and rubbed Dong Qing. Xue's head said meaningfully.

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

　　 "I still have something tonight, it was my father's account, so let's go first."

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

　　"Okay, let’s stop here today, let’s discuss it later. But you have to be careful yourself, those aristocratic children will definitely not let go. They dare not mess around in Cloud Sword City, but don’t run into anything. Go to sparsely populated places."

　　Yang Jun verbally exhorted, at this moment, he is not so much a buddy, but a big brother who always cares about his younger generations.

　　 "I know it in my heart, so do you, pay attention to yourself. Yang Jun, you have to **** Dong Qingxue home."

　　 Chen Fang nodded and answered like this. While talking, the three of them walked out of the sword fighting platform, and after confessing a few words to each other, they separated and walked in different directions.

　　 Looking at the backs of Yang Jun and Dong Qingxue away, Chen Fang's originally relaxed smile gradually converged. With a glance of his eyes, he immediately saw a few strange shadows staring at him on the corner of the street.

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

　　 Chen Fang chuckled lightly, his eyes getting cold in the dark eyes. Then, without thinking about it, he walked towards the east of Yunjian City.

　　 Cloud Sword City is divided into five regions, east, west, south, north and middle. The center is where the sword pavilion is located. Many gangs, and many underground black market channels, etc., can be said to be a land of three religions and nine ranks.

　　 It’s been in disrepair for a long time, the streets are narrow, filled with small roads and dark alleys, like a huge spider web, weaving together the entire East District.

　　A man with a sword around his waist like Chen Fang can't be seen on the streets of the Eastern District. He is walking alone on the road at the moment, making him stand out.

　　 However, no one dared to trouble Chen Fang. After all, most of the swordsmen in Cloud Sword City were the disciples of the sword pavilion. These gangs in the Eastern District were too late to hide, so how dare to provoke them easily?

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

　　 When Chen Fang turned into a dark alley, two saber figures appeared immediately in front of him, unscrupulously blocking the road ahead. At the same time, behind Chen Fang, several people slowly walked out of the dark.

　　 Among them, a few of them are the children of the morning family. Song Tingyu is also among them, but the others are obviously stronger, and Chen Fang has never seen them before.

　　 The one headed by them is a white-robed man with a folding fan in his hand and a jade pendant around his waist. In this chaotic east part of the city, his outfit looks particularly eye-catching, but he exudes another This kind of strong aura is near to strangers.

　　 "Are you Chen Fang?"

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

　　 A cold, arrogant voice slowly rang in the dark alley.

　　"Are you Song Shaoyang?"

　　 Chen Fang turned around and asked faintly, even though he was surrounded before and after, his expression not only did not change, but a smile appeared on the contrary.

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

　　 In the previous life, this person wounded Chen Fang’s best friend Yang Jun during the competition, and took away the spot as a true disciple. Then, using the resources of the sword pavilion, he broke through to a higher level of true spirit in one fell swoop and became a man Martial artist. In contrast, Yang Jun's promotion was delayed for more than three months, and he had no chance when the civil war broke out.

　　 Until his death, Yang Jun was just a small warrior, and he had not even reached the real aura.

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

　　 If Yang Jun had a chance to become a martial artist, would he have a chance to survive the Battle of Cloud Sword City?

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

　　 And in this life, before Chen Fang went to trouble Song Shaoyang, the boy jumped out on his own. Should I say it is the enemy's road narrow, or is it karma?

　　 Chen Fang couldn't help but want to laugh when he thought of this.

　　 And this extremely relaxed expression in the eyes of these aristocratic children is a pure provocation, a performance that does not put them in their eyes at all.

　　"Brother Shaoyang, that's this lowly kid! We wanted to ask him to let him go, but instead of letting him, he uttered bad words and insulted the Song family. Du Yifei couldn't help thinking. To stop it, I was beaten badly, with three broken ribs! Shaoyang brother, you must vent your anger for us!"

　　 Song Tingyu said in a jealous voice, staring at Chen Fang fiercely.

　　 In the morning, she was frightened by Chen Fang's sword. She was abruptly under the crowd. She couldn't even speak a word, so she could only leave. For such an arrogant daughter, this is definitely an insult for a lifetime. At this moment, when she sees Chen Fang, her beautiful eyes almost burst into flames.

　　 It's just that Chen Fang didn't even bother to waste the effort to explain this slander. He didn't even look at Song Tingyu, but just turned his gaze on Song Shaoyang without fear.

　　Song Shaoyang's brows wrinkled slightly with his calmness.

　　He is the third son of the Song family. Even if the elder Jiange meets him, he has to say hello. Both parties are polite. What kind of thing is this civilian disciple in front of him, dare to look at himself with this attitude?

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

　　 Saying this, Song Shaoyang has a folding fan in his hand, and with a flick of his wrist, a sharp sword has appeared in his hand.

　　 Above the blade of this sword, layers of sword aura appear one after another, like an endless wave.

　　 Sword Qi is like a wave, this is the best proof of the peak martial artist's cultivation.

　　 This momentum suddenly made the children of the aristocratic family around them all become confident. In the morning, they flew high-ranking warrior Chen Fang with a sword, and it seemed nothing terrifying.

　　 "Boy, if you want to blame, blame yourself for a bad life. You dare to offend Young Yang."

　　"If you are acquainted, you can quickly kowtow three begging for mercy, and you can also suffer less."

　　"I hope his bones will be harder, hehe, breaking both legs at that time will be considered revenge for Du Yifei."

　　 The children of the aristocratic family around them laughed presumptuously. There was no fear in the words, and their faces were full of hideous smiles. Aside, Song Tingyu's mouth also showed a contented sneer.

　　, you know, among the people who surrounded Chen Fang, in addition to Song Shaoyang at the peak of the martial artist, there were also two Song family coaches, both of whom were high-rank martial artists, and their children from the family were also middle-rank martial artists. When necessary, you can also form a sword formation to contain your opponents.

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　　"Oh? Are you going to break my legs? Want me to kneel and kowtow to you?"

　　 Chen Fang raised his eyelids and glanced at him faintly.

　　 is just such a small cross-eyed movement, and everyone present suddenly felt the temperature drop drastically, the cold wind was freezing, and the murderousness was forcing people to almost scream!

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

　　 There is no words, and no need.

　　 Accompanied by the clear sound of the sword, the long sword in Chen Fang's hand was already out of its sheath.

　　 The next moment, he stepped out, without the slightest spark of fireworks, and in an understatement, the whole person had turned into a shadow, shrunk into an inch, and came directly in front of a family boy. Then, the long sword in his hand slammed!

　　 The flat and thin sword body buzzed and bends into a great arc, like a steel whip, pulled out, wrapped in a sharp wind.

　　嘭!

　　 There was a loud, dull noise, and then a figure flew up. This figure didn't roll out like Du Yifei did at the beginning, but actually drew an arc in mid-air, as if it was swept away by a fly!

　　bang!

　　 There was another muffled sound of physical collision with bricks and stones, accompanied by a wailing scream.

　　 That aristocratic boy didn't even know what had happened. The whole person had hit the wall of the dark alley, spraying blood and falling to the ground, apparently breaking at least a few ribs. From the beginning to the end, let alone draw the sword, he didn't even have time to touch the hilt~ IndoMTL.com~ Book friends are welcome to visit and read, the latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all at ~IndoMTL.com~ For mobile phone users, please go to read.