"Why, don’t you get what you want? Why do you insist on killing Shen Fang?"

Chen Feng was pissed.

“You don't understand, do you? Hey, do you know how much the s rivals have offered for Shen Fangs head? Thirty thousand of spiritual stones. Kill this insignificant loser and the fortune will be mine.”

"Shen Fang, blame nobody but your fate that makes you born in Shen Family.

"So that’s why."

Shen Fang and Chen Feng looked at each other, their eyes full of desperation. They finally realized that Xiaoya's so-called sacrifice for the life of her master was her own purely wishful thinking. They didn’t plan to spare them at all.

Well, it's all clear now. Prepare to die.

The sword in Tie Kaishan's hand was imbued with immense bloodlust. It went down like a lightning flashing across the room and headed for Shen Fang who was sitting on the bed.

Clank!

A deafening sound of iron clash.

At that critical moment, Chen Feng blocked the fatal strike with his sword. However, Tie Kaishan was the most skilled apprentice disciple of the sect, and his strike was way beyond Chen Feng's power to bear. Chens sword was shaken off his hands, and his bosom was open for attack. His opponent followed a downward strike.

Squish!

The sword cut a deep big wound on Chen Feng's shoulder, and the splashing blood stained his clothes.

Kata-kata, Chen Feng receded a few strides and slumped on the ground. His face went ghastly pale because of the pain.

Shen Fang, run now. Chen Feng shouted in anxiety.

At the sight of this, Shen Fang's eyes flashed a smear of coquettish redness, his heart almost burning. The quiet heart as ancient well rippled in circles.

Chen Feng put up a desperate fight for him.

This sentiment deeply touched his heart. The fog in the pineal gland kept overflowing rapidly outside the knowledge sea until its concentration reached about 20 times. It slowly stopped overflowing.

The golden fog in Shen Fang’s mind stabilized completely.

Snap, Shen Fang shocked his neck and felt that he could move his body without any difficulty.

When Chen Feng was struggling to get up, Shen Fang put his hand on Chen Feng's shoulder. Shen Fang then strode down from bed to the ground and stood up. He ripped off a piece of cotton tape to bind up Chen Feng’s wound. There was ice-chilly expression in his eyes that wouldn’t disappear in ten thousand years.

Its okay, Chen Feng. I’ve got this. Xiaoya, we'll save her.

Turning his head slightly, he looked backed at Tie Kaishan. In an instant, Shen Fang was like a famous sword shaking off the dust and the rust spots, showing its dazzling sharp blade.

With a gesture, Chen Feng's sword on the ground magically sprung up and zoomed into Shen Fangs hand.

With the sword in hand, Shen Fang turned on a free, natural and unrestrained look.

"Gee, you loser can still move. You are lucky to be alive after the accident, aren’t you!"

Tie Kaishan was also somewhat surprised. He tilted his head and looked at him, thinking what happened.

He felt that Shen Fang's temperament had changed so dramatically that he could barely recognize. But he couldn’t tell exactly where it had changed.

Feeling angry, he pouted his lips, "Last time you didn’t die, doesn’t necessarily mean that you wont die this time. I will send you to hell with my sword.

He knew Shen Fang just reached the body exploitation of Heaven Layer Three, even weaker than Chen Feng. Such an opponent was like nothing to him. However, Master Biao had given orders. In order to accomplish this task, he had to do his best.

Blue Wave Swordplay

With a tremor of the wrist, the sword was filled with amazing brilliance. Its light huffed and puffed like a grand curtain and a giant net hooping over Shen Fang.

The net was so big and wide that Shen Fang had no chance of escape.

Stop it.

Chen Feng shouted in alarm, but it was too late to rush to help.

Eyes shimmered with coldness, Shen Fang took a sudden step forward, his sword hurtled out with a clank and penetrated the sword curtain like cutting the silk. Shen then followed a gentle whirl of the sword tip.

Squish!

Tie Kaishan's right hand was lightly chopped off and fell to the ground with the sword.

The whirling sword curtain disappeared all of a sudden. Tie Kaishan's wrist was still spraying blood. He looked at his opponent in horror. He couldn't believe it.

The golden spiritual force was so strong. Under Shen's control, it had corrected every inadequate power exertions of his swordplay, which delivered ultimate lethality.

Every strike was full of incredible swordsmanship.

It was something Tie Kaishan could never counter against.

Shen Fang's wrist raised again.

Oh, no!.

Feeling a lethal threat, Tie Kaishan twisted his upper body to dodge. The sharp blade fell down with a squish, cutting off his other arm along with the shoulder, just like cutting a crisp lotus root.

The chopped arm flew out. Tie Kaishan stepped back and hit the wall. He looked at Shen Fang as if he was the Death.

The sharp blade was shimmered with dazzling light.

His swordsmanship was like a dragon flying in the sky, with a kind of unrestrained, never-ending cruelty. It seemed that as long as Shen Fang had a will, the blade would reach anywhere accordingly.

Not realizing what was going on, Tie Kaishan had been mutilated by Shen's two strikes.

Shen Fangs sword became fierce and went near to Tie Kaishan with a slight cling-clang.

"Stop it. I'm with Master Biao. If he knows you hurt me, do you know what are the consequences?

“If Master Biao knows, you will be worse than death.”

Tie Kaishan threatened in shouting but was cowardly at heart. However, the sharp blade before him showed no mercy. A spectacular strike came like a piece of ribbon streaking across the sky.

Tie Kaishan's subcostal part was pierced with a squish. The sword tipped upward, and his ribs went away.

At this moment, a spasm of pain hit Tie Kaishan. But he had no time to cry out for pain as the sharp blade before him did not even grant a rest time.

Another ray of light flashed, Tie Kaishan twisted his body to dodge, but the swordplay was like a thunder, too quick to evade.

Squish.

The rib on the other side were pricked out. Tie Kaishan, now a bloody man, was just like a deflated bellow. He did not even have the strength to stand upright.

His knees lost strength and fell down to the ground. Eyes turning red, Tie Kaishan was so scared that every hair in his scalp pores was about to erect.

Blade and blood were reflected in Shen Fangs reddened eyes. At this moment, Shen Fang was like a bloodthirster.

"Shen Fang, spare me, spare me, that's not my idea, and all is proposed by Master Biao... No, Hu Biao forced me to do all this. I’ve never intended to kill you, nor had I wanted to dally with Xiaoya

With the killing weapon before him, he was frightened and incoherent.

"Shen Fang, don't kill him..."

Chen Feng also came from behind with a glazed look. These swordplays were completely the basics for beginners, but Shen Fang exerted incredible lethality in his hand. He wondered when Shen Fang, a benign young man, grasped such amazing swordsmanship.

He suppressed his shock and came up to persuade Shen Fang not to kill Tie Kaishan. The sect had strict rules, and killing people for no reason was a serious matter.

They were only the low-ranking apprentice disciples of the sect, only one level higher than the handymen. They were unable to get away with the sects rules.