Chapter 22: Clear Wind Sword Technique Ninth Sword!

  Long Haitian's face turned red with anger, his fists clenched tightly. Although he was not pleased with the arrogant Ji Wubing, he couldn't scold him at this moment.

  "Haha, Ji Wu Bing is truly formidable! Sweeping through thousands of troops, overwhelming the entire arena!!" The young masters of the Ji family exclaimed in surprise and admiration.

  "Miss is not sick, Miss is not sick!"

  Wave after wave of shouting his name echoed through the crowd.

  The princess's body spun around, lightly landing on the ground, her feet treading on a patch of scattered gravel, her wrist twisting, the green blade slicing out several cold gleams before being sheathed.

  "Hmph." Ji Wubing narrowed her eyes, let out a slight hum, and the gentle breeze lifted the strands of hair on her forehead, revealing the arrogance between her eyebrows: "The Four Great Talents? Can the word 'talent' be called out so casually?"

  Upon hearing this, many young masters from prestigious families were quite displeased, yet they didn't dare to speak out and instead turned red with rage. Ye Qinghong puffed out her cheeks, revealing a hint of discontent in her tone: "How detestable, now that woman will get to act arrogant for some time again."

  But

  The cheers and gasps of amazement from the other side had no effect on Mo Bei.

  At this moment, he furrowed his brow, and his gaze flowed with occasional flashes of contemplation. His attention was fully focused on his own swordsmanship.

  The northern wind is like a wandering thread, rapidly rotating in the brain.

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

  "People are like swords, and swords are like people. A sword is essentially a manifestation of human spirit, condensed into shape. So, the intent of this sword must be the nature of humanity itself." An idea flashed through Mo Bei's mind, and his eyes widened in surprise: "That's right, it must be so!"

  "Some people are good at killing, so their sword intent is bound to be sharp and fierce. Some people are born cunning, so their sword intent is bound to be changeable, with false and true moves intertwined, sinister and vicious."

  "Alright! Let me try it out!"

  As soon as this statement came out, Mo Bei's pupils suddenly enlarged, and two sharp lights burst out.

  In an instant, sword lights overflowed, his figure danced wildly in the bloody wind, making people's eyes dazzled.

  Dazzling light, colorful splendor, suddenly appears in the world!

  The sword tip lightly stirred, and as it passed through the air, ripples of distortion appeared, twisting and shaking.

  Forming a semi-transparent air wave, the wind follows the sword's movement.

  The air waves continued to surge and transform into a thumb-thick, semi-transparent air dragon.

  That air dragon seemed to have a spiritual nature, and with the swing of the sword tip, it came alive. It coiled around Mo Bei's surroundings in the void.

  "The Seventh Sword!"

  Mo Bei let out a loud cry, his footsteps swift as he leaped into the air, his body twisting and turning like a great roc spreading its wings. He whipped around, his wrist flashing white, and struck back with one sword, the tip stabbing straight at a point in the empty air!

  That air dragon instantly attached itself to the sword body and moved together!

  "Yin!!"

  At that moment, the sword hummed, like a dragon's chant! The clear humming sound echoed in everyone's ears, lingering 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 and without light!

  A rainbow-colored sword sweeps across the sky, its aura shoots straight up into the clouds, like a mad dragon soaring through the air!

  The examiner's eyes widened in surprise, and he couldn't help but exclaim: "What a domineering sword intent!"

  Ye Qing's face was filled with joy: "Mo Beige, he actually also figured out the Seventh Sword!"

  Long Hao Tian clicked his tongue in surprise and exclaimed: "Blood Demon, you truly live up to your name!"

  Ye Qingfeng nodded and said: "This seventh sword is no weaker than Ji Wubing in terms of understanding the intent of the sword! Who is this person?"

  "It's interesting, it's interesting." At this moment, a voice picked up where she left off. Ye Qingfeng subconsciously followed the source of the sound and saw that the black-clad youth in the crowd was also looking at her.

  "Fang Luoyou?" Ye Qing's slender eyebrows slightly furrowed.

  This young man was exceptionally handsome, with piercing eyes and a proud expression. A hint of arrogance occasionally flashed between his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth would suddenly curve into a smile.

  "Sword moves with expansion and contraction, opening and closing. Firmness and gentleness are combined. Who is this person? Not bad, not bad, it seems that in the future days... Ha! There's going to be fun!"

  Upon hearing this, Ye Qingfeng's slender eyebrows rose slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes: "This Fang Luoyou is indeed not bad as a person, but he has a proud heart and never admits defeat. He rarely praises others. Unexpectedly, today he actually praised that person twice. It seems that this person is truly extraordinary."

  The young master of the Ji family was furious: "What's so great about it? You've only just mastered the seventh sword! How can you compare to my brother, Ji Wubing's eighth sword?"

  Someone whispered: "Dare to steal the limelight from my brother Ji Wubing, Old Eight, you go over there and give him a lesson when he's not paying attention!"

  "Good!" The young man from the Ji family, called Lao Ba, responded with a single word. He clenched his fists, cracking his knuckles loudly, revealing a hint of sinister and ruthless color. He glanced around cautiously like a thief, then quietly slipped into the crowd.

  Many idle words and rumors, don't take them all in, at this moment, he is completely immersed in his own sword intent.

  "The true meaning of swordsmanship! Haha, the sword moves with one's heart, and the technique follows the sword's movement! All sorts of variations are just within one's own thoughts."

  "This sword technique, although nameless, is like a gentle breeze that rustles the leaves as it moves slowly and steadily, this is the Clear Breeze Sword Technique!"

  Mo Beidou suddenly enlightened, his mind was clear and bright. With the three-foot green sword in hand, he swept away the wind, dancing with joy: "Refreshing! Refreshing!"

  At this moment, a light flashed in his mind again, and under the Xiantian Extreme Magic Technique, several new characters slowly emerged - "Qingfeng Swordsmanship".

  "Wu Jian Tai, Wu Jian Tai! This is the sword I have comprehended. This is the sword intent that belongs to me, my sword path!"

  Mo Bei's face turned red with excitement, and he clenched his fists tightly.

  "Add a bit more to this 'Clear Wind Sword Technique'." Mo Bei's mind stirred. Instantly, the potential points changed from five to four!

  On the four characters of "Clear Wind Sword Technique", a golden light flashed by. Afterwards, following the seven swords, three more swords appeared in Mo Bei's mind!

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

  Three Moves Sword Technique, instantly appeared countless sword styles in Mo Bei's mind.

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

  Suddenly, a loud curse came from behind, full of anger: "A good dog doesn't block the way, get out of here!"

  At the same time, a strong gust of wind suddenly arose.

  Mo Bei's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he turned his head and glanced back with a fleeting gaze.

  The young man behind him suddenly pushed his hands towards Mo Bei's back, and those hands seemed to be lightly pushing. However, they were actually claws with hidden strength in each finger. If he hit Mo Bei's back, the latter would definitely dislocate both shoulders and wouldn't recover for half a month.

  "Hmm!"

  Mo Bei let out a soft hum, took a slight step forward, and turned sideways. His right hand flipped over, and the green blade burst forth with a sword flower, striking the young man's hands.

  "Hmm!" The young man's attempt to steal the chicken ended in failure, and he was knocked back by a powerful force emanating from the sword. He let out a muffled grunt as his body involuntarily retreated five or six steps before stumbling and falling to the ground.

  "You, you! You dare to lay hands on me!" Lao Ba's face turned iron-gray, he struggled to get up, shocked and furious, staring at Mo Bei with a sinister gaze.

  He only felt that his arms were numb and aching terribly, trembling constantly, and he couldn't exert any strength at all.

  This little guy actually saw through my sneak attack!

  Mo Bei narrowed his eyes, and with a sideways glance at Lao Ba's arms, he sneered: "This road isn't yours to open, and this Wu Jian Tai, it wasn't built by your family either!"

  "A mere grass root, daring to be insolent in front of my family's young master!" Old Eight licked his scarlet lips, his eyes flashing with fierce cruelty as he bellowed: "Get him up, and give this little brat a good lesson!"

  As soon as this was said, more than a dozen young men from the Ji family suddenly surged out of the surrounding crowd, tightly encircling Mo Bei and pouncing on him with bared teeth and brandished claws!

  Ye Qing's face turned red with rage as she gritted her teeth: "This Ji family is truly arrogant, bullying others too much. Mo Bei, I'll help you..."

  Before she could rush out, Long Hao Tian had already reached out and stopped her.

  "What are you doing!" Ye Qinghong's face turned red with anger, staring at Long Haotian, she scolded in a low voice.

  Long Haitian said in a low voice, "Don't worry, this little trouble can't stop big brother."

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, while Long Hao Tian was speaking, Mo Bei's face gradually darkened.

  Mo Bei glanced at Ji Wu Bing, who was surrounded by the crowd, and Ji Wu Bing let out a cold hum, his provocative gaze exuding a playful color.

  "It must be that kid who's behind this." Mo Bei thought to himself, seething with resentment: "How intense his jealousy is. I just happened to figure out the seventh sword and unintentionally stole his thunder, now he wants to harm me."

  "Fine! Since I've stolen your thunder, I'll go all out and make you lose face completely!"

  At this thought, Mo Bei Zhen let out a loud cry, his eyes wide with excitement, radiating a fierce aura, his footsteps swift as he danced forward, the green sword in his hand flashing wildly.

  "Many cheating few, great! Let's see if you have what it takes!"

  The words had barely fallen when a strong wind suddenly sprang up!

  Mo Bei's hand held a green-edged sword, its light flashing rapidly, trembling violently and continuously.

  "Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!"

  A dozen or so young men from the Ji family drew their swords and rushed towards Mo Bei, aiming for his vital points! Swords flashed in the air, rising and falling in a flurry of motion!

  His figure was like a ghostly apparition, stirring up the clear wind, suddenly left and suddenly right, drifting and uncertain, walking among countless sword shadows with ease.

  "The Eighth Sword!"

  In just half a breath's time, Mo Bei had already approached Lao Ba.

  In the midst of a raging storm, Mo Bei thrust out with his sword! The tip of the sword shone brightly like a scorching sun.

  Turned into a flash of lightning, piercing through the void, fiercely pressing towards Lao Ba's chest.

  Lao Ba's face changed drastically, his eyes wide with shock and fear, staring fixedly at the sword tip, terror and chill spreading instantly throughout his body.

  He, he, a nobody, how could he comprehend the Eighth Sword!

  Before he could finish thinking.

  "Bang!"

  A crisp slapping sound suddenly exploded, and the sword fiercely slapped against Lao Ba's right cheek.

  The latter's right cheek instantly appeared with a bright red sword mark, the whole person let out a miserable cry, spitting out a mouthful of blood mixed with broken teeth, flying backwards and crashing into the crowd of Ji family disciples, knocking down several people in a row, chaotic like a pot of porridge!

  This scene caused all the young people present to exclaim in surprise one after another.

  Fang Luo You nodded repeatedly, his eyes brightening: "It seems this person hasn't let me down!"

  Ye Qinghong was overjoyed, clenched her fists and exclaimed loudly: "Mo Beigong is really awesome! Haha, Mo Beigong has also figured out the Eight Swords! That Ji Wubing is nothing special after all."

  Upon hearing this, Ji Wu Bing gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, her lips moving: "Get them all up here!"

  "The eighth sword? Ha, what's the big deal about the eighth sword? It's not over yet!" Mo Bei, shrouded in sword light, sneered disdainfully, his legs tightly wrapped around the hilt, and with a loud whoosh, he leapt into the air, his voice thundering continuously, shaking the eardrums of those present.

  "The Ninth Sword!"

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