Clash Of The Sword Titans Chapter 9: Beat Song Shaoyang
"Boy, you are looking for death!"
Song Shaoyang's face sank, the sword aura on the long sword was vertical and horizontal, with a sharp sound, he directly pierced Chen Fang's key position.
In his opinion, Chen Fang is just a low-level warrior. He even launched a fierce attack under his eyelids, and he was able to succeed. This made him too bad for face. At this moment, he has been completely mobilized. I got angry and wanted to beat Chen Fang directly into a waste!
Chen Fang didn't even look at it at all. He made a mistake. People had already swept out five or six steps away, gently and skillfully avoided the sword.
At the same time, the long sword in his hand was shot at random, so another scream sounded, and another figure flew up and hit the wall hard.
When fighting the sword puppet before, Chen Fang always fought head-on-head, so his body was scarred.
But now, although Song Shaoyang's strength is not weaker than the sword puppet, there are two high-rank martial artists around him to help, but in the face of serious Chen Fang, the real powerhouse who reached the sword emperor's cultivation level in the previous life depends on How could Song Shaoyang's methods limit Chen Fang's actions?
In fact, from beginning to end, Chen Fang did not display any superior kendo martial arts. He used the most basic thirteen styles of swordsmanship: pumping, banding, grid, punching, stabbing, tapping, collapse, stirring, washing, pressing , Splitting, the sword moves with the heart, the heart moves at will, there is no move to win.
With just a glance, he can predict the actions of these three people immediately, and it is easy to avoid them.
Just a dozen breaths, Chen Fang has already shot five or six swords, and a figure flies up every time a sword is shot.
Sword body and chest, someone flew across and hit the alley wall, vomiting blood and slipped off; the sword body and leg, someone turned somersault and slid through the night sky, bone beats spurted blood and fell to the ground; Stopped flying out, the sound of horrible howling and fear one after another, resounding throughout the dark alley.
Song Tingyu did not have a sword, but seeing such a scene where everyone vomited blood was enough to make her knees and sit on the ground without even daring to move.
Song Shaoyang and others gritted their teeth, intercepted and chased them back and forth, but they couldn't even touch the corners of Chen Fang's clothes.
glanced at the expressions of everyone, Chen Fang's mouth showed a satisfied smile.
either don’t fight, if you want to fight, you have to fight these invincible guys until you serve them, and you can’t miss one! Now, since the little fishes are almost cooked, it's time to teach this incredible third son of the Song family a good lesson.
"You bully and afraid of hardship, you have the ability to fight me upright!"
Song Shaoyang couldn't stop Chen Fang. Seeing that the children of the aristocratic family were photographed and fell to the ground, while secretly frightened, the killing intent became more and more intense, and he couldn't help but make a threat.
And when he heard the three words Dong Qingxue, Chen Fang really stopped.
"Bullying the soft and fearing the hard? Upright? It's a joke, so many of you are blocking me in this dark alley, so embarrassed to say this?"
Chen Fang gave a sneer, and there was a deep coldness in those dark eyes.
The next moment, on the stainless steel long sword in his hand, there was just a sword aura that was as thin as a gossamer. Now, this sword aura is like a spring water that spews out, constantly rising, turning into a red and black water stream. , Haunting the sword up and down.
"Sword spirit is like water! This kid is actually an intermediate warrior?"
Song Shaoyang's face suddenly changed, and his heart was shocked to the extreme.
He couldn't believe his eyes. A mere civilian child who had just refined the sword species, ran into the sword fighting platform for a day, why did he break through to the middle level?
How is this possible?
"Huh, what if you hide your strength? It's just a mere mid-level warrior!"
Song Shaoyang snorted, and soon calmed down.
"Yes, it's just a mere mid-level warrior, but it's more than enough to take care of you."
Chen Fang said, taking a simple step.
is just one step, Song Shaoyang has an extreme sense of danger as the hairs on his body explode. He couldn't believe that a small civilian child, a small person who could toss with his hand, had such a terrifying aura and coercion.
"Hurry up, make up three swords and kill him together!"
Song Shaoyang can no longer care about other things. He has forgotten all the dignity and honor of swordsmanship. He yelled, and immediately formed a triangular sword formation with the two Song family coaches, and attacked directly at Chen Fang desperately, three to one.
唰!
three sharp swords,
is divided into left, center, and right. Each handle is swayed up and down, and the sword aura is filled, like a blooming flower, making it impossible to distinguish the location of the attack.
is an ordinary person, seeing these three sword flowers, will definitely resist in a hurry, and finally hit the sword. But in Chen Fang's eyes, this kind of trick is nothing at all, it's just a trick.
He snorted coldly, and the red and black sword energy on the long sword skyrocketed, like a flood dragon out of a hole, twisting and twisting directly.
Amid a series of metal collision neighs, the sword energy of the two coaches was directly twisted, and even the sword body was completely torn off, shattered into pieces, flying everywhere!
Immediately, this three-talented sword formation was messed up.
Seizing this flaw, Chen Fang's figure shook, his whole body looked like a gray shadow, he stepped directly into the Sancai sword formation, cut out with two swords, shot out a large amount of blood, and severely wounded the two coaches at once. , Another sword hit Song Shaoyang's sword.
The red and black sword aura collided with Song Shaoyang’s incomparable peak martial arts sword aura. The two forces annihilated and swallowed each other, stirring up the air in the entire dark alley, forming a whirlwind, and shooting everywhere!
Under the impact of the huge force, the two of them each took more than ten steps back, their faces were red and white, and it was obvious that the blood was tumbling.
Without waiting for the qi and blood to stop, Chen Fang reluctantly rushed forward again. The sword in his hand was getting faster and faster. The red and black sword gas turned into rays of light, flying up and down, bringing up an extremely sharp one. The sound of Jianming attacked Song Shaoyang's vital points.
After all, he is just an intermediate martial artist. He has not enough internal energy, and he has consumed a lot before. He continues to confront Song Shaoyang. It is not that he can’t win, but he is likely to expose more hole cards. So, at this moment , Chen Fang chose to play fast, forcing the opponent to have no time to think.
A series of sparks splashed, one after another sword gas shot, and the two kept attacking in the dark alley. The sharp sword light reflected the entire alley with white light.
Everyone, whether it is the children of the original family, the instructor of the Song family who helped the abuse, or the arrogant and princess-like Song Tingyu, at this moment, all of them are bowing their heads, lying on the ground, shrinking as much as possible His own body, so as not to be carried by the sword aura of the two, will directly lose a part of his body.
And Song Shaoyang has long since lost his initial arrogance, his head is covered with sweat, his expression is extremely solemn, and there is a trace of panic in his eyes.
Clang!
There was a harsh metal crash.
Chen Fang's whole body seemed to be attached to the sword. In an instant he changed from a one-handed holding to a two-handed holding. When his head was chopped off, the red and black sword aura suddenly soared like a flag fluttering in the wind.
13 styles of swordsmanship, chop sword!
, Song Shaoyang’s sword energy was split apart, and then the weapon in his hand was also split into two whole pieces! The dazzling blade flew out at an angle, inserted into the alley wall, and sank at least one foot deep.
The next moment, Chen Fang turned his long sword upside down, and the hilt suddenly smashed out, just right on Song Shaoyang’s handsome face, smashing him into the air, spitting out a mouthful of blood in the air. Several teeth were also broken.
The battle in the dark alley finally came to an end.
Chen Fang stood alone, and everyone else, these men of the family, had all fallen to the ground at random. Song Shaoyang, the originally romantic and suave white-robed young man, was directly stepped on his chest by Chen Fang, his face covered with blood, and he looked extremely embarrassed.
There is silence, only the occasional sound of swallowing saliva.
Everyone else looked at this scene in front of them, completely stupid, their minds blank.
Song Shaoyang, the third son of the Song family, a pinnacle warrior, superb swordsmanship, and a small reputation in the sword pavilion, he was so defeated?
"You just said that you want to break my legs?"
Chen Fang looked at Song Shaoyang condescendingly, and said lightly. His tone was very calm, but in Song Shaoyang's ears, it was more terrifying than thunder.
"Wait, we are all swordsman disciples, we have something to say! I didn’t expect your swordsmanship to be so superb. This time, Song Shaoyang admits it, but I’m also the third son of the Song family. If you really interrupt There will only be endless troubles behind my legs! How about this~IndoMTL.com~ I apologize here, we clean up the two, and the well water will not be the river water!"
Song Shaoyang showed a trace of obvious fear on his face, and said quickly as he stepped back. As the son of the Song family, and also a pinnacle warrior, he is not a mindless dude, but he thought that the strength of the two sides was very different before, and this showed his arrogance, and he wanted to overwhelm others.
Now that Chen Fang has shown unstoppable strength, Song Shaoyang of course immediately convinced him.
However, although he has lowered his tone of voice, deep in his eyes, there is a trace of undetectable hatred and a deep killing intent.
Chen Fang naturally knows Song Shaoyang’s personality, but right now, it is impossible for him to actually kill the opponent. Therefore, he was too lazy to say something, just stretched out a hand directly: "I want to apologize, yes, first take one hundred thousand taels of silver tickets."
"One hundred thousand!" Song Shaoyang's heart is bleeding. The family is rich, but he is just a young man, and he has no money to the point where he can put out one hundred thousand. His savings over the years have not been so. many.
It's just that the situation is better than others, and Song Shaoyang can only grit his teeth and agree. He discussed with several other disciples of the aristocracy, and immediately put all the bank notes on his body together and sent them to Chen Fang.
But obviously, this is not over yet.
"I think the jade pendant you are wearing is good. Bring it over."
Chen Fang said, without waiting for the other party to answer, he gently picked the long sword in his hand, and had already picked the very gentle jade pendant on Song Shaoyang's waist directly into his hand.
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