Tianjian City, outside the No. 3 Middle School of the City.

"Sir, the Third Middle School is about to usher in the 123rd sword competition. In order to ensure the smooth convening of the conference, no one is allowed to enter the school from today. Please forgive me and sorry for your strength." In Gu Jing Wubo's voice, two thick long swords, which were exactly the same, crossed and blocked the open space two meters before Chen Fei. The force and...the murderous aura fully demonstrated to Chen Fei the strength of the two middle-aged men in front of him!

Bronze goes up, silver is insufficient!

This is an extremely small level of power! Whether in the war in that world, they only have the power and qualifications to be cannon fodder, but Chen Fei did not underestimate the world at all. Instead, he silently raised the expectations of the world in his heart - indeed, these two middle-aged people only have bronze-level strength, but don’t forget their identities!

The doorman at the No. 3 Middle School in the city!

This is like the identity of the security department in front of the ordinary world middle school, that's all! But when the level of the security department in a middle school can reach the bronze level, the power of this world is enough to be expected!

"Oh, you mean, I'm not qualified to enter?" Chen Fei asked gently as if a shy man who wanted to go in and watch the ceremony: "So, how can I enter the Third Middle School?"

"Sir, we can understand your feelings, but I am really sorry." When Chen Fei was speaking, the middle-aged man standing in the right hand retracted his sword and leaned over and said, "In these three days, only the principal and several directors can enter. Even the teachers have been on holiday. If you really want to watch our swordsman conference, you can come again in three days. At that time, even if you don't have an invitation letter, I can make the decision to let you in. Now... it's really not possible!"

The middle-aged man had a hint of respect and relaxation in his voice. In fact, he was indeed a little relieved now. Although the man in front of him was simple, he was absolutely not ordinary. The clothes were of the texture and details, and they were definitely considered to be the work of everyone! It is no exaggeration to say that with this long blue gown, the value of this green gown would probably be far more than his annual salary!

Those who can wear such expensive clothes casually on their bodies are undoubtedly considered big shots, and big shots... they are never able to offend him! Even if it is just verbally, even if he is standing above the truth!

"Oh, is that?" His eyes narrowed slightly, and the smile on Chen Fei's face was still gentle, but an extreme throbbing hit the hearts of the two defending swordsmen like a demon's claw. In an instant, it was like countless sharp swords applied to the skin of the body, making people feel a pain as if they were cut by a sharp blade. At the same time, there was a stronger heart of fear!

Step, step, step ~

The quiet and steady footsteps slowly approached, and Chen Fei's hands slowly pressed on the two long sword scabbards, slowly pushing the exposed sword edge into the sheath. The smile on his face was as warm as the rising sun, and he said with a smile: "What about now? Swordsman, can I go in?"

"When...of course...you please..."

With a smile, Chen Fei, wearing a blue shirt, carried his hands on his back, stepped into the campus of the No. 3 Middle School like a tour guide. Behind him, the swordsman who had always been as calm as a rock looked at his sword hilt, his eyes were filled with dizziness.

A fingerprint appeared clearly above the hilt of the sword, and the delicate texture was like a real finger.

"The strength is so strong that the Vajra is so gentle that the smile is mellow but the sword intent is contained inside... This is a Buddhist sword cultivator who is refined inside and outside! Moreover, at least he has reached the level of a level 4 swordsman! No, you must, you must notify the principal!"

Everything that happened behind him was completely under Chen Fei's attention. After "seeing" such a steady swordsman running towards another direction, Chen Fei, who was like an outing, was also a little relieved. If you want to understand the strength of this school, then being a principal like a "head" is undoubtedly the best way, but Chen Fei did not want to make things bigger in his heart, especially when the school's inheritance seemed to have something to do with him, this feeling almost appeared in Chen Fei's heart in an instant. In this situation, it is undoubtedly the wisest choice to tell the principal that there is a strong visit through the mouths of others!

"...It should be coming soon?...The principal of the Municipal No. 3 Middle School, the inheritor of the military sword killing!"

Looking at the beautiful garden in front of him, Chen Fei's eyes were as deep as the sea. The familiar names and environment finally made his memory a little dazed, and he unconsciously recalled his short experience in this world - a sacrificial artifact, a young man who focused on swordsmanship, a sealed world...

Step ~

At this moment, a condensing aura came and quickly appeared in Chen Fei's perception. His spirit was sharp and sharp, and there was a unique murderous aura, like a sword that had once looked down on the battlefield, making Chen Fei's eyes narrow slightly-

This is the embodiment of his military sword practice until he entered the hall!

From this point of view, the strength of the visitor may have approached, or has completely stepped into the threshold of the gold level!

"Since you are here... why should you hide? You will see it when you come out!"

He sensed that the aura did not mean to come out to see him, but lurked aside, as if he wanted to observe Chen Fei. Such cautious appearance made the corners of Chen Fei's mouth slightly slid, and then he laughed loudly: "Can't it be that the inheritor of the military sword killing now only has the courage to plot?"

Amid the clear laughter, Chen Fei raised his right palm and slashed out to the side. The airflow tangled in his white palm. Then he slashed out in a low sound of breaking through the air, turning into an invisible and qualitative air blade, tearing a clear crack in the air, and then fell heavily into the bush where the murderous aura was.

"kill!"

At this moment, a roar suddenly rose like thunder, and at the same time, a red sword light appeared together, slashing towards the air blade like a berserker with red eyes on the battlefield. Amid the huge explosion, a torrent visible to the naked eye came from the intersection of the air blade and the sword blade, and fine yellow lines plowed out on the grass, which looked slightly eye-catching.

"Military Sword Killing, Night Rain Fights All Directions!"

A crazy roar sounded again, but this time, the blood-colored sword did not slash it directly, but retreated for a moment with the force, and then turned into several cold sword lights, hitting several weak points on the Qi Blade. This Qi Blade was done casually by Chen Fei. After encountering such a dense blow, it almost collapsed into invisible debris and dissipated. At this time, Principal Wang, the "Chaoyang Sword" originally hidden in the bushes, also revealed his true appearance.

It was still as Chen Fei saw in the TV commercial, with a high nose and wide mouth, and two thick eyebrows that went straight into the temples like swords and halberds, adding a bit of killing spirit. However, this master who has always appeared in front of the public with a heroic and upright image was particularly embarrassed. The sword robe that was fitted was wet with sweat beads and stuck to his body. The tiger's eyes were filled with evil spirits, and he was still staring at the opponent in front of him, but the hand holding the sword could not stop trembling, and the face was even more shocked and afraid-

A sword!

No, or just a wave of his hand, he needs to take out the true inherited military killing sword to deal with it!

Such a strong man could have appeared in this small Tianjian City and ambushed him in his small middle school. He couldn't figure it out.

"Gold has just entered, and its strength has not been completely stabilized. I guess it has not been long since I broke through. I have injuries... Well, new injuries, this artistic conception... Zen!" Looking at the man who had appeared in front of me, Chen Fei narrowed his eyes slightly and murmured in a low voice. Looking at the man standing with a sword in front of him, Chen Fei seemed to see another familiar figure through him. A complex light flashed through his eyes and shouted: "Boy, how long has your strength been broken? I just broke through my cultivation level, why don't you know how to stabilize it and provoke Shaolin Zen masters?"

“...Hmm?!”

Chen Fei's words made it feel like he was facing a great enemy, or the Chaoyang Sword, who was already a little desperate, was slightly stunned, and suddenly he couldn't turn his mind. However, this look of even a little dementia was reflected in Chen Fei's heart, like a bunch of hot oil, which made Chen Fei's already slightly waving anger even more vigorous-

My swordsmanship, Hayato's disciple, is that promising?!

"I am really unfilial descendants!"

With a cold snorkeling, Chen Fei stretched out his five fingers with his right hand slightly, and the invisible sword energy appeared silently. Then, it completely swept across the trees like a storm. The sword energy dissipated, and the willow tree that had been embraced by three people had disappeared. Instead, a three-foot-7-inch wooden sword appeared in the place, floating slightly. Such behavior that was not like the means of mortal world made the Chaoyang Sword King Tianze even more demented, and made Chen Fei's heart even more angry.

Zheng!

With a soft whistle, it was obvious that the wooden sword was only known as the sword roar that only had forged steel. It turned into a dim stream of light in the air and appeared in Chen Fei's right hand control. He took a deep breath and pressed the anger in his heart. Chen Fei said indifferently: "Are you practicing the military killing sword? Let me see, what level has Hayato's disciples reached?"

"Halago?!"

This familiar but unfamiliar name made Wang Tianze slightly stunned, but at this moment, a sharp airflow was already coming to his face, making his mind return to his body instantly. His wrist flipped, and the red Chaoyang sword rushed backwards towards Chen Fei like a poisonous snake. At the same time, his left hand pointed like a sword, sprinkling cold stars in the sky, cageing Chen Fei's key points. The two were one in front and one after another, and the cooperation of time was almost perfect. With the action, Wang Tianze had done his best. He had already seen that although the person in front of him was a bit strange, he had no intention of killing himself, or rather, he was more like his elder.

This time, I'm afraid it's my own chance!

"upbraid!"

With a clear shout, the sword and fingers in his hand were matched and exploded completely. It was not gorgeous, but full of killing. It was definitely a very sharp and fatal killing move among the powerful gold-level powerhouses, but it was reflected in Chen Fei's eyes, which made his eyes deeper and deeper-

The sword point in the left hand implies the stars and celestial phenomena, which is undoubtedly the Taoist sword technique! The long sword in the right hand attacks people's vital points and never leaves a backup plan. It should be the inheritance of the Assassin's sword technique! These two sword techniques are very good and the cooperation is also very good, but they are not the ones you major in... Military killing sword!

"Hahari... Has the sword technique passed down by Hayato actually gone here?"

With a faint sigh, Chen Fei raised the wooden sword in his hand, raised the sword sharply, and cut the two sharp swords diagonally. Without using any force beyond silver, Wang Tianze's sword technique was directly cracked. Then he trembled slightly, and the sword spine stood up and slapped hard on the fair face of Chaoyang Sword. After the clear sound, the swordsman with outstanding statement left a clear blood mark on his face, and almost instantly swelled up a piece of the boss.

"What's wrong? You don't need your military sword? I look down on you. Do you think this swordsmanship is too bad, too unspectacular, and not worthy of your identity?"

He threw the long sword carved by Liu Xin in front of Wang Tianze, who was confused, and Chen Fei asked faintly. In the invisible anger, the whole world subconsciously suppressed Wang Tianze in front of him, with almost no resistance. The swordsman was suppressed by the power of heaven and earth and half kneeled on the ground, but he completely ignored the pain, stared at Chen Fei with his eyes, and said seriously:

"Senior, you have a high level of cultivation, so you can naturally humiliate me. But if you dare to insult our army's sword inheritance, even if you die here, you must maintain the majesty of the sword sect! In this vast world, what do you do not know about anyone with the sword skills? The inheritor of our army's sword killing must obey the three laws of sword rings and will never break the sword for the rest of his life!" The solemn voice that contained true anger made Chen Fei's body tremble slightly, and then Wang Tianze's voice sounded, as if he had traveled through time.

"First, the sword is straight and stands with the sword, and is circulating in the world. You should not do anything to burn, kill, and commit adultery. If you walk around the world, you should be worthy of your heart. If the moon is short of light, you will not be damaged. You would rather break than bend!"

"Secondly, the military killing sword cannot be taught to others, but in order not to make it lost, the ancestor of Hayato punished himself to cut off the tendons and did not use swords, and changed it to a successor for a lifetime. No second person in the world can use military killing swords!"

“Three….”

"Military killing swords will not stain the blood of China!"

Amid the slightly whispering, Chen Fei felt a little blocked, and his eyes looked at the void in the distance - he had long forgotten the oath he had made, but Hayato, a long time ago, kept remembering it, and even broke the tendons of his hands in order to pass this sword technique...

"Oh~ I'm so stubborn and stubborn, I don't think of the stupid boy back then at all..."

The faint sigh made Wang Tianze look slightly stunned. He subconsciously looked up. The young man in a blue shirt looked leisurely, with sharp and resolute lines on his face. He looked up with an inexplicable sense of familiarity, which made his memory go back to the young age... Military killing sword, long time I, Hayato, the legend of the sword ancestor... Statue...

The pupils contract instantly.

(Thanks to Zi Yue Mingkong for his monthly ticket and Cang You for his reward, thank you~)
Chapter completed!