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

"Haha, Senior Brother Ji Wubing is so amazing! He swept through thousands of troops and defeated the whole audience!!" The children of the Ji family shouted in surprise.

"Ji Wubian, Ji Wubian!"

Among the crowd, waves of shouting his name sounded.

Ji Wubing's body rotated and landed slightly, stepped on the messy gravel, twisted his wrist, and the green edge drew a few cold lights, and then shedded it.

"Hmph." Ji Wubing narrowed his eyes and hummed slightly. The breeze gently lifted the strands on his forehead, and the arrogance between his eyebrows was obvious: "How can the four geniuses? The word "genius" be called casually?"

Hearing this, many children from aristocratic families were very unhappy, but they dared not speak out, and their faces turned red. Ye Qinghong puffed up her cheeks, and a hint of unhappiness appeared in her moo: "Damn it, I'm going to make this Ji Wubing arrogant for another time."

But.

The cheers and surprises over there did not affect Mo Bei at all.

At this moment, he frowned with his eyebrows, and his eyes were filled with thoughts from time to time. He focused on his swordsmanship.

Mo Bei's energy was like a fucking spring, and his mind was spinning rapidly.

"Sword Intention, Sword Intention. What is Sword Intention?"

"A man is like a sword, a sword is like a human. The sword itself is the transformation and condensation of human aura. Then, this sword intent is supposed to be the nature of human beings." A thought flashed through Mo Bei's mind, and he was enlightened and opened his eyes wide in surprise: "That's right, that must be the case!"

"Some people are good at killing. Then the sword intent will be sharp. Some people are cunning by nature, so the sword intent will be varied, with the interweaving of virtual and real, and they are tricky and vicious."

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

As soon as this said, Mo Bei's pupils instantly expanded, and two rays of light flashed out.

In an instant, the sword light flooded, and his figure danced wildly in the fishing storm, which was dazzling.

The dazzling light, the colorful and colorful suddenly appears in the world!

The tip of the sword is lightly raised, and as the tip of the sword passes, ripples appear in the air, twisting and shaking.

A translucent air wave formed, and the wind moved with the sword.

The air waves continued to gather, and evolved into a translucent air dragon with a thickness of a thumb.

The Qi dragon seemed to have spirituality, and with the waving of the sword tip, it seemed to come alive. It circled the void around Mobei.

"The Seventh Sword!"

Mo Bei shouted in surprise, his steps were flying, and he jumped up in the air, like a big roc spreading its wings, twisting its body, and shaking his white wrist. He turned around and stabbed the sword straight into the void!

The Qi dragon instantly climbed onto the sword body and moved together!

"Sing!!"

At this moment, the sword body buzzed like a dragon's roar! The crisp buzzing sound resounded in everyone's ears and 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, dull!

The sword rainbow runs across the sky, and the sword energy soars into the sky like a mad dragon soaring into the sky!

The examiner opened his eyes wide, revealing a hint of surprise and doubt, and couldn't help blurting out: "What a domineering sword intent!"

Ye Qinghong looked happy: "Brother Mo Bei, he actually realized the seventh sword!"

Long Haotian smacked his lips and marveled: "The Blood Demon, it's really worthy of being a Blood Demon!"

Ye Qingshuang nodded and said, "In this seventh sword, the understanding of sword intent is probably not as weak as Ji Wubing! Who is this person?"

"It's interesting and interesting." At this moment, a voice took over her words. Ye Qingshuang subconsciously looked at the source of the sound, and saw that the boy in black in the crowd was also looking at her.

"Friend Fang Luo?" Ye Qingshuang frowned slightly.

This young man is handsome, with a torch-like look, and a lonely look. From time to time, a hint of arrogance appears in his eyebrows. A smile suddenly appears on the corner of his mouth:

"The sword moves are open and relaxed, and they are open and close together. They are both hard and soft. Who is this person? It's not bad, it seems that in the future, hey... some of them will play!"

Hearing this, Ye Qingshuang raised her eyebrows and raised her eyes, and a hint of surprise appeared in her moo: "Although this Luoyou is a good person, he is arrogant and no one is convinced. He rarely praises others. He didn't expect that he praised that person twice in a row today. It seems that that person is really not simple."

The children of the Ji family were furious: "What's so great about it? But I only realized the seventh sword! How can I compare to my senior brother Ji Wubing's eighth sword!"

Someone whispered: "Dare to steal the limelight from my senior brother Ji Wubing, Lao Ba, come over and give him some color while he is not paying attention!"

"Okay!" The young man from the Ji family, named Lao Ba, responded, clenched his fists with his hands, and his knuckles were clattering, revealing a vicious and gloomy look. He looked around like a thief and quietly squeezed into the crowd.

Mo Bei threw away all the gossips and said, and at this moment, he was immersed in his sword intent.

"Sword Intent, it turns out that's the case! Haha, the sword moves with the heart, and the move comes with the sword! All kinds of changes are just a matter of one's own thoughts."

"Although this sword technique is unknown, the sword turns into wind and moves slowly. This is the Qingfeng sword technique!"

After Mo Bei's sudden enlightenment, his mind was clear at this moment, and the three-foot green breeze in his hand rolled up, and his dancing was full of joy: "Happy! Happy!"

At this moment, a light appeared in his mind again, and a few new words slowly emerged below the innate extreme magic skills - "Qingfeng Sword Technique".

"Wujiantai, Wujiantai. This is the sword I have realized. This is my sword intent and my sword way!"

Mo Bei's excited face turned red and he clenched his fists hard.

"Add a little more to this "Qingfeng Sword Technique" first." Mo Bei's thoughts moved. Suddenly, the potential point changed from five points to four points!

A golden light flashed over the four words "Qingfeng Sword Technique". Then, after the seven swords, three swords appeared in Mo Bei's mind!

"The eighth sword, the ninth sword, the tenth sword!"

With three sword techniques, countless sword poses suddenly appeared in Mo Bei's mind.

Just when Mo Bei was immersed in the excitement of enlightenment.

Suddenly, a angrily curse came from behind: "What a good dog, get out of the way!"

At the same time, the resolute wind suddenly arose.

Mo Bei frowned suddenly and turned his head and glanced lightly.

The young man behind him pushed his hands towards Mo Bei's back. His hands seemed to push gently. However, his ten fingers turned into claws, and each finger contained dark strength. If he slapped Mo Bei's back, the latter would definitely have disconnected his shoulders, which would not be cured in less than half a month.

"snort!"

Mo Bei snorted lightly, his steps slightly moved, and turned sideways. He flipped his right hand and a sword flower bloomed out, and the sword body slapped the young man's hands.

"Yes!" The young man was stolen from the powerful force of the sword. He groaned and his body was involuntarily retreating five or six steps, and staggered to the ground.

"You, you! You dare to attack me!" Lao Ba's face turned ashen, he got up with difficulty, was shocked and angry, staring at Mo Bei sinisterly.

He only felt his arms were numb and painful, trembling constantly, and he couldn't use any force.

This kid actually saw through my sneak attack!

Mo Bei narrowed his eyes, and the ostentatious light swept past Lao Ba’s arms and sneered: “This road is not built by your family, and this sword platform is not built by your family!”

"I dare to act wildly in front of my Ji family's children!" Lao Ba licked his scarlet lips, his eyes flashed with ruthlessness, and he shouted: "Give me a lesson and teach this kid a lesson!"

As soon as this said, dozens of Ji family members suddenly surged out of the crowd around him, firmly surrounding Mo Bei, and rushed forward with his teeth and claws!

Ye Qinghong gritted her teeth angrily: "This Ji family is really arrogant and bullying. Brother Mo Bei, I'll help you..."

Before she could rush out, Long Haotian stopped her.

"What are you doing!" Ye Qinghong was furious, glaring at Long Haotian, and reprimanding.

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

Sure enough, when Long Haotian was talking, Mo Bei's face gradually became gloomy.

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

"I think it must be the one who did this guy." Mo Bei secretly hated in his heart: "I'm so jealous. I just realized the seventh sword and accidentally stole his limelight, so I wanted to harm me."

"Okay! Since you have stolen your limelight, I will do it all the time and let you make a fool of yourself!"

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

"Bully the less with the more, be good! See if you have this ability!"

After the words fell, the strong wind suddenly rose!

The green edge in Mo Bei's hand, the sword light flashed rapidly and trembled violently.

"Swish swish swish!"

More than a dozen children of the Ji family were unsheathed and headed straight for Mobei's lifelines! Sword shadows came one after another!

Mo Bei's body was like a ghost, waving the breeze, sometimes left and right, floating around, wandering among these countless sword shadows, at ease.

"The Eighth Sword!"

In just half a breath, Mo Bei was already close to Lao Ba.

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

It turned into an arc of electricity, piercing through the void, and forcing Lao Ba to the chest fiercely.

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

How could he, he, a grassroots, understand the eighth sword!

He didn't wait for him to finish thinking.
To be continued...