With this burst of applause.

Suddenly!

A gust of wind swept through the entire Wujian Stage.

In the sky, Mo Bei's figure was already shrouded by endless sword rays.

The breeze rippled with the blade and spread.

The sword intent is high!

All kinds of swords bloomed like scattered flowers of the heavenly maidens, and spread in all directions.

Domineering!

"Puff puff!"

Bombarded fiercely on the more than a dozen children of the Ji family who came in a surge.

The more than ten children of the Ji family snorted one after another, their faces turned pale, spewed out clouds of blood mist, flew out upside down, and fell to the ground, and the wails were endless, horizontal and vertical, and it was a mess.

Many children of the Ji family are not their enemies.

Shock!

Everyone was stunned, and the boss with his chin open was stunned, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"Brother Mo Bei is so amazing!" Ye Qinghong was shining, staring at Mo Bei with great heat, and shouted in surprise.

"The Ninth Sword, he actually realized the Ninth Sword!" Fang Luoyou was taken aback, and looked at Ye Qingshuang, both of whom found the shock that could not be concealed from the eyes of the other party.

Chen Qingzhu hugged the rag doll, and his cherry lips pursed lightly, revealing a hint of playfulness and cuteness, but his eyes were also staring at Mo Bei, and Shui Ling's eyes flashed with a hint of cunning from time to time.

"Damn!" Ji Wuxi's face turned extremely pale, and he suddenly felt a loss of face.

So many people are not even the opponents of this grassroots, waste, all waste!

After a moment, the exclamations of everyone present were silent. The silence could even be heard as a needle landed, and the shock was overwhelming.

Because, that kid has no intention of closing the momentum.

"Tenth sword!"

Mo Bei shouted fiercely, stepped on the void, stepped on the wind, and quickly withdrew from the lightning. The wrist trembled, the sword flower bloomed wildly, constantly appearing in the void on its left and right, and the sword rainbow rushed into the sky, and the power penetrated people!

A sword stabbed out, connecting back and forth, seamlessly.

Manic and domineering and mighty, if the mountains and seas are overwhelming, it makes people tremble.

Everyone stopped moving, and all their eyes were focused on Na Mobei, motionless.

In the eyes of thousands of eyes, there is either jealousy, envy, admiration and fanaticism!

At this moment, he is the real protagonist of this world!

All geniuses were also overshadowed in front of him!

"Haha. I want to go back with the wind, who will accompany me?"

"The breeze is coming, and the water is not rippling. Silently, taking people's lives. The breeze is subtle, and the one who nourishes all things is also. ”

Mo Bei was so interested, he suddenly had an idea, he didn't add points, he actually relied on his own strength to regain his sense of the sword!

This sword is born and the ten swords in front of him are fused with each other, and suddenly this sword technique is a change!

He danced from the beginning, starting from the first sword, this sword and the sword created by the Yuanying True Monarch seemed to be the same, not the same!

Get the best out of it!

His body was like the wind, with Qingfeng by his side, and his sword moved with his heart, dancing wildly in the breeze, and the first form of the clear wind sword technique reappeared in the endless sword rays. Dancing and singing:

The breeze did not move, and he raised his wine to invite guests to ask Qingtian. ”

As soon as this sword came out, the breeze hit instantly, brushing everyone's cheeks, making people's hearts ripple.

Mo Bei's steps swayed, turned around and slashed, and the sword rainbow appeared:

"White dew, rain and light meet. Thousands of vast, winds and catastrophes. ”

The sword's momentum changed suddenly, and it was extremely powerful. Pressing on everyone's heart.

Everyone felt that they were like a boat in the middle of the stormy waves, and their hearts were frightened.

That sword, style, move, method, sometimes makes people feel like a spring breeze, sometimes makes people feel cold all over the body, and they are afraid.

They also followed Mo Bei, all immersed in his sword intent, his heaven and earth!

Eleven sword style, one sword does not leak! Strange and unpredictable!

"There is nothing between heaven and earth for a long time, and Dinghui is round and bright and does not stay in the sky. "Mobei strode into a meteor, his eyes were like torches, bursting with essence, his body rose into the air, and the human sword was one, turning into a fierce man, piercing the void!

"Only the breeze and the bright moon have been inexhaustible since eternity!"

This sword pierces the void. The sun is dark, the breeze is blowing, and the killing intent is monstrous!

That fierce and mighty, rushing into the nine skies, wanting to compete with the heavenly princess!

After a long time, Mo Bei finally landed slowly, slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, his expression returned to calm, and with a twist of his wrist, he retracted his sword and gathered momentum. Blue edge into the sheath.

Nuo Dawu Sword Terrace, crowds of people, silent!

Fang Luoyou's face full of shock suddenly bloomed with a light smile, looking at Mo Bei deeply, and couldn't help but admire: "Good sword, good poetry!"

Ye Qinghong's surprise mouth was wide enough to fit an egg, and the happiness and pride on her pretty face were as if she had comprehended this Qingfeng sword technique by herself.

Ye Qingshuang looked at Ye Qinghong, and then at Mo Bei, without saying a word, but Ling Mo squinted slightly, and a hint of a smile appeared in his eyes.

Frost, too, melted away.

Different from others, Ji Wuxian's face was already gloomy and iron-blue and could drip water, Sen Ran's gaze scratched Mo Bei fiercely, snorted heavily, and turned to leave.

Above the heavenly dome, behind the clouds.

There are three people standing proudly!

One of them was an old man dressed in white, with old skin and wrinkles. Behind him there was a huge illusion of a butterfly, the size of ten zhang, the butterfly seemed to be made of metal, the wings flapped from time to time, every movement was as stiff as a machine, but with a fierce force, as if it could soar into the sky with a single flight!

This is a vision of Jindan!

The other was a middle-aged man, meticulously groomed from top to bottom, and his wise and deep eyes seemed to be able to see through the world. His eyebrows were thick, like knives, and his eyes were shining, like two brilliant black gems, which were breathtaking.

The shadow behind him changed from time to time, from a fierce tiger, to a dragon, to a Xuanwu, and finally to a vermilion bird, and in less than a moment, it made nine turns, which is also a vision of Jindan,

The last is a woman, with the color of the country, beautiful and beautiful. Dressed in purple palace clothes, skin is better than snow, long hair reaches to the waist, and a purple butterfly on his head, he looks like he is alive, fluttering his wings! But there is no smile on his delicate face, like cold ice, which makes people feel daunted.

That colorful butterfly is also a vision of Jindan!

The three of them looked at everything below, and the old man in white smiled heartily: "It seems that this time, our Taixu Sect really picked up a treasure." This son is young, but he has such understanding, it's really rare!"

The arrogant man snorted coldly and said, "No matter how good the sword is, what's the use of that, my Taixu Sect is dominating the world with the Taixu War Spirit!"

The old man in white glanced at it, smiled at the woman, looked at the woman, and said, "Anyway, the Seven Swords Cultivation Method created by the master of the sect casually has dug out such a talented disciple.

It can be seen that the master of the master is eloquent and strategic, and whoever is saying that the master of the master is not good at swordsmanship is a slap in the face! If there is no master, I am afraid that the disciple will be buried. ”

The woman glanced deeply at Mo Bei and said:

"My father still needs to say, the master of the Taixu Sword Sect, the natural swordsmanship is super god!"

The old man smiled, and unconsciously, he slapped a good sycophant,!

The woman said, "But this boy, it's still too early to say it's too early, look at the back." He is a genius who can stand out anywhere.

After all, my Taixu Sect's Taixu Sword Technique is just to draw out the power of Taixu, and the key lies in the strength of the Taixu Sword Spirit. Let's see how he performs in the next two levels. ”

Although he said this, the satisfied smile in his eyes could not be concealed.

The cold and arrogant man, seeing the expressions of the two of them, snorted coldly!

At this moment, the black-robed examiner on the hilt of the sword was already announcing the results of the second level.

"At this level, the number of people who passed the pass was two thousand eight hundred and twenty. Those who are eliminated will be sent to their respective registration offices by flying boats and repatriated to their respective families. ”

As soon as these words came out, the more than 500 eliminated teenagers all showed despair or gloom.

Since then, he has no chance to cultivate immortals and has been reduced to mortals!

How can they not be lost?

"Well, it's a pity. Long Haotian shook his head regretfully, but immediately clenched his fists again, and said solemnly: "I must work hard, pass two levels in a row, and become an outer disciple!"

Bursts of crying, one after another, reached Mo Bei's ears. He subconsciously looked towards Niu Deng's side, and found that Niu Deng was comforting the young man who came with him and was pregnant with the five-colored sacred cow, and the young man couldn't stop crying in a low voice, howling in despair:

"Woo, I don't want to go...... I want to cultivate, I want to become an immortal!"

But to no avail, he was soon thrown into the flying boat by two disciples of the Taixu Sect dressed in black, holding his arms between his arms.

At this moment, the examiner's clear voice sounded again, echoing in the Wujian Platform of Nuoda.

"The third level, come with me!"

As he spoke, the examiner looked indifferent, regardless of the three-seven-twenty-one, his hands were behind his back, and his toes stepped lightly on the hilt of the sword, and then his body floated up, facing the breeze and drifting into the distance.

The 2,800 teenagers who passed the customs and Mo Bei and others hurriedly followed.

Half an hour later, under the leadership of the examiner, everyone climbed the mountainside of Taixu Peak along the winding path covered by dense vegetation to a mountain wall.

The towering ancient trees here are verdant and vast, with floating clouds rippling and pine trees in the background.

There is an occasional breeze blowing between the ravines, which is cool and refreshing.

In front of the mountain wall, it is a blue pool, the turquoise is as bright as a jewel, after the ancient pool, on the mountain wall, there is a waterfall that flows straight down, falls straight into the pool, splashes up bursts of rich water mist, as if the fairy breath is swirling, the spring water dingdong, the glow is shining, it is beautiful.

It's just that this mountain wall is incompatible with the picturesque scenery.

The mountain wall of more than 100 zhang is messy, and the sword marks are full of thick or thin, deep or shallow horizontal and vertical sword marks, which destroy the mountain wall full of devastation, pits, and shocking.

"This is?" Long Haotian was curious, looking at the mountain wall.

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The new book is a small tree, it is thriving, but it needs help from others, it needs to be watered by everyone, and the water is the recommendation ticket, it doesn't cost anything, and with a little light, the small tree will become a towering tree!