The master goes down the mountain, I have nine invincible masters!

"what!!"

The disciple let out a scream of pain and quickly withdrew his hand.

Swish!

At this moment, a fierce gust of wind swept in again.

The disciple's pupils shrank, and he saw two fingers put together and stabbed at his throat.

"Do not!!!"

He was suddenly terrified, with despair written all over his face.

laugh!

Just as he was about to pierce the opponent's throat, Ye Junlin's finger stopped steadily in front of the opponent's throat.

Despite this, the fierce wind still left some tiny marks on the disciple's throat.

A trace of blood quietly spread out.

Fortunately, it was just a superficial injury.

"You lost."

Ye Junlin pressed against the other person's throat and said in a cold tone.

The disciple's body was shaking uncontrollably, his eyes filled with fear.

At that moment, he really felt that death was looming over him!

"I... lost."

Without any hesitation, the disciple immediately gave in and hurriedly took several steps back.

With one quick step, he rushed down the arena.

This scene caused the pupils of everyone present to shrink suddenly and their faces to change drastically.

"What kind of fighting technique is he using?!"

"Fingering?"

"No, it's definitely not a finger technique, it's more like a sword technique!"

"Is there such a fierce and sharp sword technique in the Combat Skills Pavilion?!"

Everyone was shocked.

They are not completely familiar with the fighting skills of the Fighting Skills Pavilion, but they know a little about it.

Sword techniques, lots of them.

However, there is no swordsmanship that can reach such a level.

After all, without the power of Taixu or a strong physical body, one can only rely on exquisite force and the application of combat skills. It is almost impossible to have such great power.

With just a finger, he pierced a person's palm!

The strong wind even cut the skin!

What kind of fighting skill is this?!

"Who else is coming?"

Just as everyone was shocked, Ye Junlin swept his indifferent gaze towards the audience.

He had already figured out everything about the battle just now.

His fighting skills are unrivaled!

Even if the combat skills practiced by others have more special force-generating techniques and can unleash powerful force or speed.

But, in front of the original meaning, they are all garbage!

"This……"

After hearing this, everyone present fell into silence.

"Or else, you go?"

"You go ahead, you go ahead. He practices sword fighting skills, and your fighting skills are defense, which can restrain him."

"No, you practice swordsmanship, which is comparable to it."

At this moment, everyone started to shirk responsibility from each other, and no one was willing to step forward again.

Your fingers can pierce your palms!

Who can fight?

"Hmph, I'll meet you!"

At this moment, a man leaped up and instantly arrived on the arena.

This man is thin and has sharp eyes.

Swish!

He shook his wrist and drew out a sword, looking at Ye Junlin coldly.

"I practice combat skills, also sword skills."

"A sword would rather break than bend."

"Sword, meet the challenge head on."

"I don't think my sword skills can turn two fingers into a sword, but I'm not afraid of you at all!"

"You can also fight me with a sword!"

This disciple had a fierce aura, which made Ye Junlin inexplicably think of Jiang Linyuan.

Therefore, he did not feel disgusted with this disciple.

Ye Junlin said calmly: "Forget it, I won't use the sword, then I will be bullying you."

"Um?!"

Hearing this, a cold light suddenly flashed in the disciple's pupils: "Are you humiliating me?!"

"I have been practicing swordsmanship for a long time, and I will never take advantage of you. Hurry and take the sword!"

Hearing this, Ye Junlin suddenly felt helpless.

He spread his hands and said, "My sword is sharper than yours. If our two swords touch, without any external force, your sword will definitely break."

"In this case, wouldn't that be taking advantage of you?"

"If you ask me, just come directly."

After saying that, Ye Junlin looked at the other person calmly.

The other party's eyes flickered and his eyelids twitched a few times: "Your words are an insult to me. If you don't use the sword yourself, don't blame me for bullying you with the sword!"

Swish!

As soon as he finished speaking, the man moved instantly. With a flick of his wrist, the long sword pierced Ye Junlin with unparalleled sharpness.

"To be honest, it's not you who bullies me, but I who bully you."

Facing this sword, Ye Junlin sighed slightly. As he possessed the meaning of origin, he was naturally not afraid of this sword.

He just put his fingers together and waved them slightly in front of him.

Ding!

The opponent's sword was immediately deflected.

hum!

Immediately afterwards, the opponent's sword made a buzzing sound, and the entire sword body shook uncontrollably.

It was almost impossible to hold the opponent's wrist!

The meaning of origin is the meaning of the origin of kendo!

The disciple's sword would be completely suppressed as soon as it touched.

It's like a grandson meeting his ancestors!

It can't even exert one tenth of its own sharpness!

"how so?!"

The disciple's pupils shrank and he was a little bit unbelievable. This was the first time he encountered such a situation.

"I've already told you that as long as you use a sword, I'll be bullying you."

Ye Junlin's voice sounded calmly, and then his two fingers pointed out quickly.

Swish!

In an instant, the two fingers reached the other person's eyebrows.

It didn't penetrate, but the disciple already felt a stinging pain.

A streak of blood slid down from the center of his eyebrows.

"What a strong sword, what a fast sword!"

The disciple swallowed deeply and looked at Ye Junlin with disbelief.

Others may not know, but as a swordsman, he can clearly feel how powerful Ye Junlin’s sword is!

Two fingers become a sword!

Unbeatable!

"What kind of sword fighting skills are you practicing?"

The disciple looked at Ye Junlin and asked. In his heart, he was extremely fascinated by him.

"Chongxu Sword Technique."

Ye Junlin responded calmly.

"what?!"

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar among the crowd.

"Chongxu Sword Technique?!"

"Just that elementary combat skill?!"

"How can it be?!"

"How can the weakest fighting skill exert such a powerful force?!"

“You must be kidding!!!”

Everyone was shocked. They all found it unbelievable and couldn't believe it.

This is simply impossible! !

The weakest combat skill is stronger than many advanced combat skills. It's bullshit no matter how you look at it!

"Believe it or not."

Ye Junlin shrugged casually, not caring about what everyone said.

"I lost."

At the same time, after receiving the reply, the disciple who was fighting against him bowed deeply, and then walked down the arena steadily.

"Who else is next?"

Ye Junlin's gaze swept across the crowd again, full of disdain.

Judging only from their fighting skills, these disciples were nothing more than chickens and dogs in his eyes!

silence!

Endless silence.

At the entire scene, no one stood up, and no one dared to go on stage to fight Ye Junlin.

They were very sure that they were no match for their opponents in terms of fighting skills!

"Why, weren't you shouting so fiercely before? Are you silent now?"

Ye Junlin looked disdainful.

Still silent!

Ye Junlin said coldly: "If anyone still refuses to accept, come at me together, I will take them all!"