A figure walked barefoot from the depths of the First Military Academy.

The rift caused by Zhao Shanhe's knife slowly walked over, and with every distance he approached, the momentum that permeated from his body became more and more terrifying.

It was a man in his mid-thirties, dressed in loose pajamas, with a thin face and a slight beard, but with his appearance, the entire students of the First Military Academy were boiling.

There has always been a legend in the First Military Academy that Chen Xiangsheng, a swordsman who swept away a generation of invincible opponents of his peers ten years ago, came from the First Military Academy!

But for some reason, he turned into an alcoholic and stayed closed all day.

And at this moment, for those high-level leaders of the First Military Academy, their expressions are extremely complicated, this is a scene they want to see, but it is also the scene they don't want to see.

Chen Jisheng, who walked out of the king's martial arts in the previous generation, finally walked out of the wooden house that had trapped him for ten years, and also walked out of the fetters that imprisoned him in his heart.

But he has to meet the current generation of Zhao Shanhe, who has walked out of the king's martial arts.

The new king and the old king will eventually have a winner or loser, and this victory or defeat is life and death.

Zhao Shanhe didn't speak, glanced at Chen Jisheng, naturally knew who he was, and closed his eyes slightly, this time the opponent would be the most terrifying opponent in his life.

And Chen Qiusheng's bright eyes looked at Li Ya, who was gradually losing his life, and asked softly, "Is it worth it?" ”

This voice seems to be asking himself, asking Li Ya, and asking the First Military Academy!

Is it worth it?

In order to force him to stand up again, is the First Military Academy worth it?

The life of a half-step grandmaster, the life of his last apprentice, is it all worth it?

Li Ya smiled, and finally closed his eyes weakly, and the corners of his mouth seemed to represent some kind of answer...

Chen Jisheng shook his head, no longer glanced at Li Ya's corpse, and directly picked up Li Ya's sword and looked directly at Zhao Shanhe.

"It doesn't matter whether this battle was arranged or not."

Chen Xiangsheng looked at Zhao Shanhe with an expressionless face: "I'm not for the First Military Academy, nor for the so-called battle of the royal warriors, but for my dead apprentice." ”

"You've already seen the Nine Styles of the True Interpretation of Kendo, so let you see the Tenth Style."

Chen Jisheng didn't say half a word of nonsense to Zhao Shanhe, and the next moment a monstrous sword intent erupted from his body, and an invisible sword gang was formed, quickly spreading around him, and a radius of 100 meters was shrouded in it!

"Come on."

Zhao Shanhe's answer was only one word, once again turning the undefeated into a knife, and his own momentum was also released, forming a confrontation with Chen Jisheng's momentum.

At this moment, the teachers and students of the entire First Military Academy quickly retreated, just standing not far away, they all felt a fear that was almost deep in their souls, no matter who they were, they couldn't afford to resist.

This is the horror of the king's martial arts, except for the high-level martial arts powerhouses, no one can compete with the power of this martial arts head-on!

Chen Xiangsheng closed his eyes, countless sword gangs were whistling, he slowly raised the long sword in his hand, and his body and the long sword burst out with dazzling light at the same time, and the light converged after a while.

And Chen Xiangsheng seemed to be like a long sword in his hand fused into one, his expression was calm, and he opened his eyes to reveal a look of absolute confidence.

Sword, the king of weapons!

In Zhao Shanhe's induction, he was no longer facing a martial artist, but another king, holding the emperor in the weapon in his hand, and challenged him.

Countless swords rushed into the sky, and Chen Jisheng burst out with the strongest sword intent in his life, as he said, not for himself, not for the First Military Academy, not for the martial arts dispute, his sword is for his apprentice!

So, he also only has one sword!

Zhao Shanhe quietly watched Chen Qiusheng's awakening, and his expression did not fluctuate.

"You only have one sword, I can avoid it, and then you're dead."

Zhao Shanhe said softly: "But... What's the point of that? ”

An invisible cyclone formed, Zhao Shanhe raised his head, stared at Chen Jisheng and said, "As you wish, there can only be one between us!" ”

The undefeated in his hand was abruptly separated, turning into two long knives, which were held by Zhao Shanhe in his hand, and he was also gathering momentum.

The Chen Xiangsheng in front of him is six stars and nine realms, with more than nine points of Yuan Li level, while Zhao Shanhe is in his early 10,000s, which is about the same...

But this time Zhao Shanhe didn't use the Eight Techniques, because he didn't need to, what he knew, Chen Jisheng would do.

Chen Jisheng disdains to use the Eight Techniques, so he doesn't need it!

He, like Chen Xiangsheng, only has one chance to strike, if he can't kill with one blow, then he will die.

The two looked at each other, and their momentum collided.

At this moment, whether it was Zhao Shanhe or Chen Jisheng, what they saw in their eyes was no longer a colorful world, everything around them became extremely gray, and all the noise disappeared completely at this moment.

Chen Qiusheng, who exuded a cold and slightly white light, and Zhao Shanhe, who condensed the golden sword intent, became the only color in each other's eyes.

"With this strength alone, you are indeed qualified to be the first young person you are today."

Chen Jisheng said indifferently: "If you and I lived together in an era ten years ago, then there would be nothing to do with me." ”

"Ten years later, nothing will happen to you."

Zhao Shanhe grinned, Chen Jisheng was condensing the sword intent, how could he not be condensing the sword intent, the two sides just had a sympathy for each other before the war.

Each other is an existence that has stepped out of the king's martial arts, and in a sense, they are the same kind of people.

"What a pity... This sword will go down and kill you, and I will die. ”

Chen Jisheng sighed: "This world is always very boring, Zhao Shanhe, can you kill me without dying?" ”

Zhao Shanhe thought about this question very seriously for a while, and then nodded and said, "Yes." ”

"Well, if you die in your hands and become a stronger royal martial artist, it will be regarded as paying off the debt owed to them ten years ago."

Chen Xiangsheng laughed, stepped out, his speed gradually increased, and ran towards Zhao Shanhe.

Countless red blood flowers bloomed in the faint light, and the blood in Chen Jisheng's body seemed to be burning, and he raised his head suddenly, his originally clear eyes were already full of bloodshots.

As his speed increased, the pores on his arms burst out with blood.

"Ten true solutions."

Chen Jisheng's voice resounded throughout the First Military Academy, and the long sword in his hand burst out with extremely brilliant light, even more than Li Ya's sword just now!

All the strong men in the martial arts colleges, military departments, and education halls in the entire capital were alarmed by the sword intent contained in a sword...

In the Beijing Military Region, many martial arts masters showed relieved looks, and Chen Jisheng of the year was back!

My fingers are numb... But looked