Chapter 0003 - Standing Up

　　"Why, didn't you guys get your way, why do you still want to kill Shen Fang?" 　　Chen Feng was anxious. 　　"You don't even understand this? Hey, do you know how much the rival of the Shen family outside offered for Shen Fang's head, 30,000 spirit stones, kill this insignificant waste, you can get 30,000 spirit stones this wealth." 　　"Shen Fang, blame it on your bad fate to be born in the Shen family." 　　"So that's how it is." 　　Shen Fang and Chen Feng looked at each other with deep despair in their eyes, finally realizing that Xiao Bud's so-called sacrifice in exchange for the young master's life was pure wishful thinking, and that people hadn't been prepared to let go of their two masters and servants today. 　　"Alright, the words are all clear, suffer death." 　　The sword in Tie Kaishan's hand exuded a shocking killing intent, a sword chopped down, the house struck a lightning-like bolt of electricity, directly toward Shen Fang on the bed. 　　When! 　　Deafening sounds of gold and iron clashing. 　　At the critical moment, it was Chen Feng who fought with his sword to block this robbery for Shen Fang, but Tie Kaishan was the number one disciple in strength in the outer sect, this sword was far from being able to be blocked by Chen Feng, the sword in his hand was shaken out, and the middle door in front of Chen Feng's chest was wide open, and the other party's sword chopped down in the same direction. 　　Plop! 　　The sword cut a deep and large gash in Chen Feng's shoulder, blood spattered and dyed the lapel red. 　　Tentatively, taking a few big steps back and sitting on his butt on the ground, Chen Feng's face turned white with pain. 　　"Shen Fang, run." In anxiety Chen Feng was still shouting. 　　Seeing this scene, Shen Fang had a touch of demonic crimson in his eyes, and a heart was close to burning. That ancient and wave-free heart rippled. 　　For him, Chen Feng was fighting for his life. 　　This emotion deeply touched his heart, and in the sea of consciousness, the fog in the pineal body swiftly overflowed outwards, finally the concentration of the dense fog slowly stopped overflowing when it reached close to about twenty times. 　　The fog in Shen Fang's mind a golden color, also completely smoothed out. 　　Gaba, shaking his neck, Shen Fang felt that he could move his body completely unhindered. 　　With a stretch of his hand, pressing down on Chen Feng's shoulder that was struggling to get up, Shen Fang stepped from the bed to the floor and stood up, tearing off a cloth bandage to bandage Chen Feng to stop the bleeding, with a ten thousand year old ice cold in his eyes: 　　"Alright Chen Feng, leave it to me. Little Bud, we will save it." 　　Slightly turning his head to look at Tie Kaishan, in an instant, Shen Fang seemed like a world-renowned sword that had shaken off the dust of conquest and rust spots, finally revealing its dazzling sharpness and edge. 　　Raising his hand, the sword that Chen Feng had dropped on the ground leaped up like a spirit, and leapt directly into his hand with a choking sound. 　　With a sword in his hand, Shen Fang had a flavor of freedom, liberty, and having to shed the shackles of heaven and earth. 　　"Huh, you punk can still move, this is really a big disaster." 　　Tie Kaishan was also a little surprised, staring at the other party with a crooked head, secretly saying that it was really a living hell. 　　It felt that the temperament on Shen Fang's body had completely changed, changed so that he couldn't even recognize it, but he couldn't tell exactly where it had changed. 　　His heart was annoyed, skimmed his lips, "Didn't die last time, doesn't mean that I won't die this time, this time, I'll directly use the sword to send you on your way." 　　He knew that Shen Fang was only at the third level of Body Tempering, one level weaker than Chen Feng, such an opponent he didn't put in his eyes at all, however, Young Master Biao gave the order, then, in order to accomplish this task, he would use his best even if he was a lion and a rabbit. 　　"Cang Lan Sword Technique." 　　With a flick of the wrist, the sword was filled with an amazing sense of splendor, the light gulped, like a grand curtain of light enveloping Shen Fang, just like a large net thrown down in the air. 　　The range of the sword net was so large and wide that no matter where Shen Fang dodged, he could not escape. 　　"Stop." 　　Chen Feng shouted in alarm, but it was too late to rush over to help. 　　Shen Fang's eyes were icy cold, and he fiercely stepped forward, choking, and his sword intent gulped out, penetrating straight into the sword screen like cracking silk, followed by a gentle spin of the sword tip. 　　Plop! 　　Tie Kaishan's right hand was lightly chopped off, falling to the ground with the sword. 　　The roiling sword curtain disappeared all of a sudden, and with blood still spurting from his wrist, Tie Kaishan looked at the opposite side in utter terror, unable to believe that this was real. 　　The golden spiritual power was too powerful, under its control, every sword that Shen Fang struck out could correct its inappropriate place of power to achieve the ultimate killing power. 　　Each sword was filled with incredible sword intent. 　　Such sword intent was simply not something that Tie Kaishan could resist. 　　Shen Fang's wrist raised again. 　　"Not good." 　　Tie Kaishan sensed the fatal danger, his upper body twisted to the side and dashed to the side, pfft, under the sharp sword blade, his other arm was like a brittle lotus root, it was easily chopped off at the shoulder. 　　The broken arm flew out, Tie Kaishan took a step back and hit the wall, looking at Shen Fang as if looking at a god of death. 　　The sword blade was fast and eye-piercing. 　　The sword intent was like a dragon traveling in the sky, with a kind of unrestrained, forward-looking tragedy. It was as if Shen Xin could reach any place with a thought. 　　Tie Kaishan didn't even understand what was going on, and had already been crippled by Shen Fang's two swords. 　　Choking, the sword intent lightly chanted as Shen Fang bullied up again. 　　"Stop it, I'm Young Master Biao's man, can you think of what will happen if you hurt me?" 　　"If young master Biao knows, it will make your life worse than death ......" 　　Tie Kaishan shouted in color, but the opposite side of the sword awnings didn't give him any mercy at all, Hua Chan struck, like a pike through the air. 　　Pfft, Tie Kaishan's ribs were pierced, and the tip of the sword was picked, directly carrying one of his ribs flying out. 　　This caused Tie Kaishan's entire body to spasm in pain, however, he didn't have time to cry out in pain at all, the opposite side of the sword awn didn't even leave him a bit of time to breathe. 　　Another light flashed, Tie Kaishan twisted his body and flashed, but the sword intent was as swift as thunder, so fast that he couldn't flash at all. 　　Puh snort. 　　The other side of the ribs were picked out, Tie Kaishan had already turned into a bloody man, and like a leaking bellows, he didn't even have the strength to stand up straight. 　　Both knees fell to the ground, Tie Kaishan's eyes were red, and his scalp was standing up at the roots in shock. 　　The steel blade, the blood, had dyed Shen Fang's two eyes red, at this moment Shen Fang was like a god of killing. 　　"Shen Fang, spare me, spare me, this is not my idea, it's all young master Biao ...... no, it's all Hu Biao forced me to do it ah, I myself did not think of killing you, I also did not think of toying with the little bud ah ...... " 　　The murder weapon to take his life is in front of him, he has been scared and incoherent. 　　"Shen Fang, don't kill him ......" 　　Chen Feng also came from the back with a stupefied face, those swords were completely the introductory swordsmanship of the Cangwolf Sect, but in Shen Fang's hands they exerted an incredible killing power. It was unimaginable that Shen Fang, this harmless teenager, when had he cultivated such amazing sword skills. 　　He forced himself to endure the shock, came over to be to advise Shen Fang not to kill, the clan rules are strict, killing without reason is a great matter of heaven. 　　They were only the lowest level of the sect's outer disciples, only one level higher than the handymen, and were simply powerless to resist the sect's rules.