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

With Ye Junlin as the center, a vacuum zone formed within three feet around him.

He stood there holding a sword, his expression grim, just like a sword unsheathed.

Everyone around looked cautious, and no one stepped forward.

"How to do?"

"Do you really want to give in?"

"Damn it, there are so many of us, but we still have to give in... How shameful!"

"Fuck, let's fight again, I don't believe he can always be this strong!"

"That's right, we'll wear him out!"

Many disciples talked to each other, and finally gritted their teeth and rushed towards Ye Junlin again.

The light of the sword and the shadow of the sword!

Fists and kicks!

Everyone used their own fighting skills and rushed towards Ye Junlin in unison.

however--

Swish!

Ye Junlin held the sword and swung it fiercely in front of him. The long sword whizzed past, and those fighting skills collapsed in an instant before they reached him.

It's impossible to get close to her!

laugh!

Ye Junlin's sword, while blocking them, also carried a fierce gust of wind.

Sword wind!

Anyone touched by the sword wind felt a stinging pain.

Although they were not injured, they still grimaced.

"Although you have a large number of people, there are only ten of you at most at a time. Surrounding all directions, how can you be my opponent?"

Ye Junlin said coldly: "My sword can strike within three feet. No matter how good your fighting skills are, you can't hurt me at all."

"Do you think it is necessary to continue fighting?"

silence!

After being forced back by a sword once again, everyone began to have some thoughts of retreating.

Really, I can’t defeat him!

If you can't even get close, how can you hurt the other person? !

But, I admit defeat now...

What a shame!

Hundreds of people rushed forward, but were unable to do anything to Ye Junlin. It was such a disgrace.

For a moment, everyone was silent.

"If you don't retreat, I will not defend, but attack!"

Ye Junlin glanced around, and his cold words suddenly became full of murderous intent.

Killing intent, the original intention!

In an instant, a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood appeared before everyone's eyes.

And they are as small as ants!

A chill that penetrated the bone marrow suddenly surged from the soles of my feet to my heart.

"What's going on? Why do I suddenly feel a little cold?"

"I seemed to see... lots of corpses and so much blood!"

"The most tragic battlefield is just like this, right?"

"What a strong smell of blood..."

For a moment, many disciples couldn't help but tremble.

Although they had participated in battles, they had never truly experienced the tragic scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

This murderous intent almost frightened them.

"If you don't retreat, my attack will be life or death!"

Ye Junlin spoke again, and his originally cold eyes became full of blood in the eyes of everyone, like a beast ready to devour people.

Ding Ding Deng

Unable to help themselves, these disciples all trembled all over and took several steps back.

"I...I quit. I won't fight anymore!"

"I quit too, I'm no match for him!"

"I'm a coward. I admit it."

"Withdraw, withdraw..."

These disciples suddenly felt a fear of approaching death and waved their hands hurriedly.

No one dared to cause trouble for Ye Junlin.

Soon, they went down from the arena.

The strange thing was that as soon as they went down, they felt that the horrible blood and the bone-chilling coldness disappeared quietly.

When he looked up at Ye Junlin's position, he felt that it was nothing special.

"We... just gave in?"

"This guy looks just like this, how can he be scary?"

"But I still feel scared from the fear I just had!"

"Yeah, I'm also still scared. It felt like I was on the brink of death just now."

Many disciples were talking about it and looking at each other. Some were afraid, while others were not.

But, without exception, no one dared to go on stage again.

That was just so weird!

They naturally didn’t know that it was Ye Junlin’s murderous intent that affected them.

If they could use the power of Taixu and circulate their breath, they could easily resist.

But this time, it’s just a competition of fighting skills.

In other words, their willpower and physical strength are no different from those of ordinary people, so they naturally cannot bear it.

This is the end.

Ye Junlin managed to repel hundreds of people with almost no effort just by relying on the power of origin!

"Huh... Fortunately, I'm fine."

Seeing this scene, Song Qingwan below breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

"A bunch of trash!"

And Yang Feng, who was standing next to him, already had a dark and gloomy face.

In particular, Song Qingwan's performance made him even more furious.

In addition, Ye Junlin’s performance was so outstanding that he felt a strong sense of crisis!

Originally, Song Qingwan didn't have any good feelings towards him, but she had a good attitude towards Ye Junlin.

Now, Ye Junlin's performance is even more amazing!

This will only make Song Qingwan's liking for him double.

This cannot go on!

Otherwise, this new guy will take Qingwan away!

This is something Yang Feng would never allow!

Qingwan can only be his!

And Ye Junlin is definitely a huge, potential threat!

"Boy, I never thought you have such a talent for combat skills!"

At that moment, Yang Feng swept his eyes around, stared at Ye Junlin, and shouted in a very low voice.

"It's natural, just like my bones."

Ye Junlin looked at Yang Feng, with a sneer on his face: "If you don't agree, you can come up and compete with me!"

In terms of combat skills, with the blessing of the origin, Ye Junlin can crush Yang Feng to death!

"Hum hum!"

Hearing this, Yang Feng snorted coldly and said, "Do you think that you can do whatever you want just because you have cultivated the Chongxu Sword Intention and brought the Chongxu Sword Skill to its peak?!"

"Don't forget, Chongxu Sword Technique is only an entry-level combat skill after all!"

"After reaching the peak of cultivation, one can only defeat mid-level combat skills that have not yet reached the peak."

"When facing high-level combat skills, even if you have only just mastered the basics, you have absolutely no hope of winning!"

This is true.

Since combat skills are divided into strict levels, the gap between them is naturally huge.

But, what Ye Junlin practiced was not combat skills!

But, it’s the meaning of origin!

Everyone thought that it was just the sword intent of Chongxu swordsmanship, but little did they know that it was the sword intent of the origin of the sword!

The two can never be compared.

The gap between them is like that between a firefly and the sun and the moon!

"Stop talking nonsense. I don't want to have any verbal disputes with you. I know that everything you did today was to teach me a lesson and target me. Now that you have this legitimate opportunity, if you want to take action, just come forward!"

Facing Yang Feng's words, Ye Junlin sneered: "I, Ye Junlin, will kill him with one sword!"

Hearing this, a sinister and cold light flashed in Yang Feng's eyes.

"Arrogant! Today I will let you know the difference between elementary combat skills and advanced combat skills!"

Whoosh!

After he finished speaking, Yang Feng stomped his foot on the ground, suddenly jumped up and rushed onto the arena!