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This situation made everyone look stunned.

"Wucao, are you cutting the sword? You're cutting the tofu shreds."

Everyone who saw it was shocked, and everyone was stunned. Besides, this is not tofu, this is a fucking sword. You actually made an iron sword have the effect of cutting tofu?

Moreover, Ye Zixuan cuts it very finely, which makes people think of the knife skills of noodles or cold dishes.

Is it that exaggerated?

Some people were so shocked that their mouths opened into an O-shape, some even opened their mouths wide enough to stuff an egg in, and some opened their mouths with their tongues hanging out and forgetting to take them back. In the end, they became cold and they were completely forced back.

"Wu Cao, this is too awesome."

Some people took out their mobile phones to take pictures, and the number of likes on this video quickly exceeded 5 million on Douyin.

Over there, Ximen Zhiyu was so fucking dumbfounded that his face turned from white to red, from red to purple, and finally turned completely black. He was so depressed that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

He spent a lot of effort and used a sword style to cut a gap in his sword. As for him, it was as easy as cutting noodles. He could cut it thinner than him, and his knife skills were better than him, and his cutting skills were better. Thoroughly, how do you want him to compare?

Ye Zixuan finished cutting and looked at Ximen Zhiyu, "Ximen Zhiyu, is this what you call the one-sword style? Who are you trying to fool with a broken prop sword? Can you have some dignity as a human being?"

"You..." Ximen Zhiyu looked extremely ugly.

"Zixuan, I admit that your sword is indeed fast, but sword speed does not equal kung fu. I have said that I will not fight you because you are the woman that I, Ximen Zhiyu, like."

"Really? So your kung fu is very high? Hold your knife, don't die somehow."

Ye Zixuan didn't pay any attention to what he said next. The sword twirled in the palm of her hand, and the broken swords were neatly placed on the surface of his sword. Then Ye Zixuan held out the sword.

brush!

Before Ximen Zhiyu could react, a long sword had already stabbed him in the face, less than an inch away from his face.

Only then did everyone see clearly that Ye Zixuan's sword had been connected to the broken swords at some point, turning into a two-meter-long sword that was stabbing Ximen Zhiyu between the eyebrows. If he went a little further forward, he could take it. killed him.

"Damn it, he actually put the broken sword back together? Two swords connected into one?"

Everyone who saw it was shocked and admired Ye Zixuan's skill. In their eyes, this was beyond human power.

Originally, Ye Zixuan's sword would not be able to reach Ximen Zhiyu if he did not activate the sword energy, but the two swords could reach him in a row.

Cold sweat broke out on Ximen Zhiyu's forehead. Only then did he realize how powerful Ye Zixuan was. It wasn't that he didn't want to block her, but that he didn't block her at all.

brush!

Ye Zixuan's sword turned slightly to one side and chopped off a strand of Ximen Zhiyu's hair.

After taking the sword back, Ye Zixuan blew her hair away from the sword.

She shook her wrist again, and the broken swords clattered onto the table again, and her original sword returned to a three-foot sword.

"Damn it, this is awesome. Did she use kung fu to suck the broken sword together? Can it also be used to attack the enemy? Senior Ximen can't stop it?"

"And cut off a strand of his hair?"

"Sword God."

Everyone's eyes widened again, even Wu Tingke was no exception. He was so shocked that he opened his mouth wide. He didn't expect Ye Zixuan's swordsmanship to be so good?

"I said she didn't kill that boy Yoshida, right?"

"I don't think so. Yoshida is the King of Martial Arts. No matter how tall Senior Sister is, can she be higher than the King of Martial Arts?"

After all, many people are familiar with Ye Zixuan and find her improvement unbelievable.

Song Yu also nodded secretly to Ye Zixuanlu's move. This girl's swordsmanship has become more and more advanced, to the point where she can do whatever she wants and is superb.

Ximen Zhiyu's face here was extremely ugly. He knew that he had lost. He was no match for this beautiful school girl who he had looked down on in martial arts in the past. The gap was too big.

The room was very quiet for a while, everyone was amazed by the skills Ye Zixuan showed just now.

"Senior Ximen, your opponent is Song Yu. Why are you competing with senior sister? Don't you like her? You should challenge Song Yu."

After reacting, Sun Yukun, Wu Zhanying and others hurriedly said, "We are still waiting for him to come forward to teach Song Yu a lesson for them. What's going on with you being so depressed here?"

Sure enough, after reacting, Ximen Zhiyu became angry and immediately looked at Song Yu, "Boy, what are you doing hiding behind women? Do you think Zixuan's swordsmanship is your swordsmanship? I admit that it is not as good as Zixuan, but It’s easy for me to deal with you.”

"Of course, you don't have to fight if you don't want to fight. If you declare to give up Zixuan in public, I can spare your life. How about that?"

After finishing speaking, he looked at Song Yu provocatively.

The few people in the martial arts club and the Sanda club who were beaten by Song Yu also looked forward to it, waiting for Song Yu to be dealt with. In their eyes, the senior sister's ability is her business, and what does it have to do with you, Song Yu.

If Song Yu really managed to win over such a powerful and outstanding senior sister based on her looks, they would be really depressed. I don’t know how many people in the martial arts club and even the Sanda club have a crush on her.

"Okay, you want to fight me, right? I'll give you a chance."

Song Yu also stood up, came to the open space and looked at Ximen Zhiyu, "Boy, don't say I won't give you a chance, use your sword style with all your strength, let me see how strong your so-called Japanese martial arts is. , let’s do it.”

"Ahhh!"

Ximen Zhiyu has long been angry. Even if so many people are present, he doesn't mind killing Song Yu.

brush!

After gathering some momentum, the knife in Ximen Zhiyu's hand turned into a thunderbolt and struck Song Yu fiercely.

The speed is so fast and the arc is so weird, it's simply staggering.

Unfortunately, he was faster than others, so Song Yu kicked him away with a kick.

Bang!

Ximen Zhiyu hit the wall, and blood was dripping from the back of his head. His head was almost shattered, and his whole body was almost falling apart.

He stuck to the wall for a while before falling off. He was holding his stomach in pain at the base of the wall. His facial features were distorted and deformed in pain. His eyes were full of horror. He looked more pitiful than a wretch. With one kick, he fell down. Kicked to pieces.

What shocked everyone even more was that his knife was actually caught by Song Yu with his palm.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Song Yu kicked Ximen Zhiyu away first, and then took advantage of his downward slash to grab the knife with his bare hands.

The bright blade struck his palm, and he held it casually, but his hand was not damaged at all.

Everyone stared for a long time, but no blood was seen.

"Damn it, is this too awesome? To seize the blade with bare hands?"

"No, no, no, the knife obviously hit his palm, but he is fine."

"What kind of body is this? Made of steel and iron? Isn't it afraid of being chopped with a knife or an axe?"

Everyone knew how powerful Ximen Zhiyu's slash was, but he actually used his palm to catch it and snatched the katana out of thin air. This scene shocked everyone, and some were even frightened.