Long Haotian blushed and clenched his fists. Although he was unhappy with the arrogant Ji Wuai, he couldn't scold it now.

"Haha, Senior Brother Ji Wuxian is really powerful!Sweeping thousands of armies and overwhelming the audience!!" The children of the Ji family shouted in surprise.

"Ji is not sick, Ji is not sick!"

In the crowd, waves of shouting his name rang out.

Ji Wuxi's body rotated, landed slightly, stepped on a mess of rubble, twisted his wrists, and Qing Feng drew a few cold rays, and then entered the sheath.

"Hmph. Ji Wuxi squinted his eyes, snorted slightly, the breeze gently lifted the strands of hair on his forehead, and the arrogance between his eyebrows was obvious: "Four geniuses?

Hearing this, many children of the family were very unhappy, but they dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, and blushed. Ye Qinghong puffed up her cheeks, revealing a trace of unhappiness in her moo: "Damn, it's going to be arrogant for a while." ”

But.

The cheers over there, the bursts of surprise, did not affect Mo Bei in the slightest.

At this moment, his eyebrows were furrowed, and there was a hint of thought in his eyes from time to time. Concentrate on your own kendo.

Mo Bei was angry, and his mind was spinning rapidly.

"Sword intent, sword intent. What is sword intent?"

"A man is like a sword, and a sword is like a man. The sword itself is the evolution and transformation of human energy, and it is condensed and formed. Then, this sword intent is the nature of human beings. A thought flashed through Mo Bei's mind, and he was enlightened, and his eyes widened in surprise: "That's right, it must be like this!"

"Someone, good killing. Then the sword intent is bound to be fierce. Some people are cunning by nature, so the sword intent is bound to be changeable, intertwined with fiction and reality, and vicious. ”

"Okay! I'll give it a try!"

As soon as these words came out, Mo Bei's pupils instantly dilated, and two essences flashed.

In an instant, the sword was flooded, and its figure danced wildly in the fishy wind, which was dazzling.

Dazzling streamers, colorful and colorful, at first glance in the world!

The tip of the sword was lightly picked, and as the tip of the sword passed, the air rippled and twisted.

A translucent wave of air is formed, and the wind moves with the sword.

The waves of qi continued to surge, evolving into a thumb-thick, translucent air dragon.

The qi dragon, which seemed to have spirituality, seemed to come to life with the swing of the tip of the sword. Hovering in the void around Mobei.

"The Seventh Sword!"

Mo Bei exclaimed, his steps were like flying, he jumped in the air, like a peng spreading his wings, his body twisted, and his wrist shook. With a sword turned around, the tip of the sword pierced the void a little!

That qi dragon instantly climbed on top of the sword body and moved together!

"Groan!!"

At this moment, the sword body buzzed, like a dragon's groan! The crisp humming sound resounded in everyone's ears, and it lasted for a long time!

The sword light is like a rainbow, as if at this moment, everything in the world is under this sword rainbow, dim!

The sword rainbow crosses the sky, and the sword qi soars into the sky, like a wild dragon soaring into the sky!

The examiner's eyes widened, revealing a hint of surprise, and he couldn't help but blurt out: "What a domineering sword intent!"

Ye Qinghong's face was full of joy: "Brother Mobei, he even realized the seventh sword!"

Long Haotian smacked his lips and was amazed: "Blood Demon, it really deserves to be called a Blood Demon!"

Ye Qingshuang nodded and said, "Among the seventh swords, the comprehension of sword intent is probably not weaker than Ji Wuxi!"

"Interesting, interesting. At this moment, a voice picked up her words. Ye Qingshuang subconsciously looked at the source of the voice, and saw that the young man in black in the crowd was also looking at her.

"Fang Luoyou?" Ye Qingshuang frowned slightly.

This young man is handsome and extraordinary, his eyes are like torches, his expression is arrogant, a trace of arrogance is exuded between his eyebrows from time to time, and a smile is outlined at the corner of his mouth:

"The sword moves are open and relaxed, and they open and close. Rigidity and softness. Who is this person? Yes, yes, it looks like the days to come, hey...... Some played!"

Hearing this, Ye Qingshuang's willow eyebrows raised lightly, and there was a hint of surprise in her moo: "Although this Fang Luoyou is a good person, he is arrogant in his heart, and no one is convinced." Very little praise. Unexpectedly, today I praised that person twice in a row. It seems that that man is really not simple. ”

The children of the Ji family were furious: "What's the big deal, but I just comprehended the seventh sword!

Someone whispered: "Dare to steal the limelight of my senior brother Ji Wuxi, eighth, you go over, take advantage of his inattention, give him some color!"

"Okay!" the young man of the Ji family named Lao Ba answered, his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles crackled, revealing a trace of vicious gloomy color, he looked around a few times like a thief, and quietly squeezed into the crowd.

A lot of gossip was left behind by Mo Bei, and at this moment, his whole person was immersed in his sword intent.

"Sword intent, that's what happened! Haha, the sword moves with your heart, and the move moves with the sword! All kinds of changes are just between your own thoughts. ”

"This set of swordsmanship, although it is nameless, but the sword is out of the wind, slowly moving, this is the Qingfeng swordsmanship!"

After Mo Bei's epiphany, his mind was clear at the moment, and the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand swept up with gusts of wind, dancing heartily: "Happy!

At this moment, a light flashed in his mind again, and under the innate extreme demon skill, a few new words slowly emerged at the same time - "Qingfeng Sword Technique".

"Wujian Tai, Wujian Tai. This is the sword I realized. This is my sword intent, my sword way!"

Mo Bei's face turned red with excitement, and he squeezed his fists fiercely.

"First of all, add a little bit to this "Qingfeng Sword Technique". Mo Bei's heart moved. Suddenly, the potential point changed from five to four!

On the four words of "Qingfeng Sword Technique", a golden light swept by. Then, after the seven swords, three swords appeared in Mo Bei's mind!

"Eighth sword, ninth sword, tenth sword!"

The three sword techniques suddenly appeared in Mo Bei's mind.

Just when Mo Bei was immersed in the excitement of an epiphany.

Suddenly, a loud scolding full of anger came from behind him: "Good dog doesn't get in the way, get out of the way!"

At the same time, a fierce wind arose.

Mo Bei's brows furrowed slightly, and he turned his head to glance lightly.

The young man behind him pushed his hands towards Mo Bei's back, and his hands seemed to be gently pushing. But it is ten fingers and claws, and each finger contains dark energy. If you hit Mo Bei's back, the latter will definitely have disjointed shoulders, and it won't be better for half a month.

"Humph!"

Mo Bei snorted softly, his steps shifted slightly, and he turned sideways. With the flip of his right hand, Qing Feng bloomed into a sword flower, and the blade of the sword slapped on the young man's hands.

"Hmm!" stealing chickens and rice, the young man was devoured by the powerful force of the sword, and he snorted, and his body involuntarily withdrew five or six steps, and one stumbled and fell to the ground.

"You, you, you dare to make a move on me!" Old Ba's face was pale, and he struggled to get up, full of anger, and stared at Mo Bei with pity.

He only felt that his arms were numb, the pain was incomparable, and he was constantly trembling, and he couldn't use any strength.

This kid actually saw through my sneak attack!

Mo Bei squinted his eyes, and the afterglow swept over the arms of the old eight, and sneered: "This road was not opened by your family, and this Wujian Platform was not built by your family!"

"Just grassroots, dare to be wild in front of my Ji family's children!" Lao Ba licked his scarlet lips, his eyes flashed with ruthlessness, and he shouted: "Give it to me, teach this kid a good lesson!"

As soon as these words came out, more than a dozen children of the Ji family suddenly poured out of the surrounding crowd, firmly surrounding Mo Bei, and hugging him with his teeth and claws!

Ye Qing gritted his teeth angrily: "This Ji family is really arrogant, and they deceive people too much." Brother Mo Bei, I'm here to help you......"

Before she could rush out, Long Haotian stopped her.

"What are you doing!" Ye Qinghong was furious, glared at Long Haotian, and scolded lightly.

Long Haotian whispered: "Don't worry, how can this trouble stump the eldest brother?"

Sure enough, when Long Haotian spoke, Mo Bei's face had gradually become gloomy.

Mo Bei glanced at Ji Wuxian, who was surrounded by the crowd, Ji Wuxian snorted coldly, and his provocative eyes exuded a playful look.

"Come to think of it, it must be this kid's ghost. Mo Bei secretly hated in his heart: "I am so jealous, I just realized the seventh sword, and I have no intention of stealing his limelight, so I want to harm me." ”

"Okay! Since I steal your limelight, then I will not stop doing it and make you ugly!"

Thinking of this, Mo Beizhen shouted, his eyes widened, exuding essence, his steps were like flying, and the green sword in his hand danced wildly.

"Bully more and bully, see if you have the ability!"

The words fell, and the wind suddenly rose!

Qing Feng in Mo Bei's hand, the sword light flashed rapidly, and he trembled wildly.

"Woohoo!"

More than a dozen children of the Ji family unsheathed their swords and went straight to the lifelines of Mobei!

Mo Bei's body is like a ghost, swinging in the breeze, flickering left and right, fluctuating, wandering among these countless sword shadows, with ease.

"Eighth sword!"

In just half a breath, Mo Bei was already close to the eighth.

In the midst of the storm, Mo Bei stabbed out with a sword! The cold light of the tip of the sword was like a dazzling sun.

turned into an arc of electricity, pierced the void, and forced the eighth man to the chest.

Lao Ba's face changed wildly, his face was full of horror, staring at the tip of the sword, fear and chill instantly hit his whole body.

He, he, a grassroots, how could he comprehend the eighth sword!

Didn't wait for him to finish thinking about it.

"Smack!"

A crisp slapping sound suddenly exploded, and the sword blade slammed the right side of Lao Ba's face.

The latter's right face immediately appeared with extremely red sword marks, and the whole person screamed, spurting out a mouthful of blood mixed with broken teeth, flying out upside down, smashing into the crowd of Ji family's children, knocking down a series of pieces, and turning into a pot of porridge!

This situation caused all the teenagers present to exclaim.

Fang Luoyou couldn't help nodding, his eyes brightened: "It seems that this person didn't disappoint me!"

Ye Qinghong was pleasantly surprised, clenched her fists and couldn't help but say loudly: "Brother Mo Bei is really amazing! Haha, Brother Mo Bei has also realized the Eight Swords! ”

Hearing this, Ji Wuxian gritted his teeth fiercely, grinding it squeaked, clenched his fists violently, and his lips squirmed: "Give it to me!"

"The Eighth Sword?ha, what is the Eighth Sword?It's not over yet!" Mo Bei, who was shrouded in sword light, smiled disdainfully, his legs tensed, he jumped up in the air, and his voice soared into the sky, shaking people's eardrums:

"The Ninth Sword!"

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