Someone could actually see such an invisible and qualityless evil spirit. Ma Dao was stunned for a long time, then suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.

His laughter was dry, hoarse and high-pitched, almost like a ghost's scream in the middle of the night.

Although the laughter was unpleasant, it sounded extremely cheerful.

Almost laughing to tears, it took Ma Dao a long time to stop laughing and wipe the corners of his eyes.

"I used to never understand what wishful thinking was, but today I finally realized it for myself. There are people in the world who can identify the strength of evil spirits. No wonder you always talk about watching a show. It turns out that you were sitting under the stage from the beginning, watching us actors perform.

Big drama.”

"Actually, I couldn't tell the strength of the evil spirit at first. The more it accumulated on my body, the more I could roughly tell the difference. There was a princess in the Wu Kingdom who was extremely talented. She could distinguish various kinds of breath fluctuations with her senses. I

At best, practice makes perfect.”

"So, you also have a very strong evil spirit in your body. How is it compared to my evil spirit?"

After Ma Dao finished speaking, he looked like he was smiling but not smiling, waiting for the answer. As a result, he was speechless for a long time.

Seeing that Ma Dao was waiting persistently and looking unwilling to give up, Yun Ji said in a very embarrassed tone: "Actually... Well, you just know that our evil spirits are about the same."

"How much difference."

"Oops...you really want to know?"

Ma Dao's cold gaze replaced his answer. As a sword demon, he must know how different his evil spirit is from Yunji's.

Because there is only one number one Qi practitioner in the world.

Yunji took a long breath, stretched out his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and then popped out a little finger.

Ma Dao narrowed his eyes slightly and could not see the meaning of the little finger for a moment. Granny Yu, Lao He and others beside him were all confused.

"The evil spirit in my body is not the best?" Ma Dao's eyes flashed with a dangerous luster. He is a sword demon. Dare to say that he is not a sword demon. His tone is too loud.

Yunji shook his head, Sabo's demeanor softened a lot.

"The evil spirit in your body is not flowing?" Ma Dao asked again.

Yunji still shook his head.

Ma Dao frowned slightly, thought for a while, and said: "The little finger is one and the fist has five fingers. Are you indicating that my evil spirit is five and yours is one?"

Yunji still shook his head.

Ma Dao was slightly angry and said: "Is it possible that my evil spirit is one, and your evil spirit is five times that of mine?"

After Ma Dao finished speaking, Yun Ji shook his head, which shocked the surrounding mercenaries to change their expressions.

Being able to surpass the Sword Demon with his evil spirit is unbelievable in itself. The evil spirit is five times greater than that of the Sword Demon, and he does not take the Sword Demon seriously.

Is Boss Yun bragging?

Or is it really powerful enough to suppress the evil spirit of the sword demon?

The Sword Demon is a ruthless man who can kill Foundation Builders, and he has killed countless people with his evil aura. Yunji is young, and it is really difficult for people to connect him with a strong man who is full of evil aura.

It is difficult to detect evil spirits. Some practitioners with keen senses may be able to sense the existence of evil spirits, but few people can distinguish the strength of evil spirits. At least no one present except Yunji can do so.

"Not five times."

As soon as Yunji said these words, the frozen atmosphere immediately relaxed a lot.

Grandma Yu, Lao He and other mercenaries felt relieved, and Ma Dao's expression improved a lot. However, Yun Ji then bent his little finger and said something shocking.

"The evil spirit on your body is a little less than the evil spirit on my little finger."

The atmosphere was extremely cold again.

A little less than the little finger...

Yunji was actually very careful with his wording, for fear of damaging Sabao's self-confidence. He is a practical person and not very good at lying. It took him a long time to compare carefully to get this result. At least Yunji believed that it was absolutely accurate.

"Ha ha ha ha ha……"

Saber laughed, his laughter hoarse and unpleasant, and the scar on his face twisted and writhed like a poisonous snake.

There was a click.

A long knife was stuck by the campfire.

"It's not as bad as the evil spirit of your little finger. It seems that I am not worthy of my reputation as a sword demon. I still kill too few people."

"There are many sources of evil spirits. To put it simply, killing is enough. It does not necessarily require killing people. Demons actually have more evil spirits."

"So, Boss Yun has killed many monsters."

"Some monsters are disobedient and cause harm to people. We can't drive them away, we can only kill them."

"How many have I killed?"

"More than you anyway."

The already cold atmosphere was made even worse.

Lao He on the side was sweating for Yun Ji, thinking that this boss didn't know how to chat, he could chat to death with just a few words.

Saber was still sitting by the bonfire, motionless, but the mercenaries could all see that Saber Demon had reached the limit of his patience.

"The evil spirit of a little finger is stronger than mine, and it kills more monsters than I do. Boss Yun seems to be above me in every aspect." Ma Dao said, slowly getting up, and said: "I don't have any abilities, I only have sword skills.

If you can use it, let's compare swords."

"Okay." Yunji said happily.

Granny Yu was just about to refuse on behalf of Yunji, but she didn't expect that she agreed immediately.

If Ma Dao didn't lie and he was really the Sword Demon, who among the qigong practitioners in the world could be faster than the Sword Demon's sword?

Comparing swordsmanship with a swordsman is just a matter of skill, isn't it?

Saber nodded and reached out to grab the long knife beside the campfire.

"What is he going to do?" the mercenaries asked in surprise.

"He wants to practice swordsmanship." Lao He's voice was low, his eyes fixed on the figure by the campfire.

It is indeed sword training.

Saber's figure moved around in everyone's eyes.

Around the bonfire, strolling like a leisurely stroll.

The knife in his hand flew with his footsteps, slashing towards the bonfire.

A simple chop, but only the shadow of the knife can be seen, not the blade.

The knife entered the bonfire, causing flames to fly with a soft crackling sound. After ten breaths, the saber walked around the bonfire. The flames of the entire bonfire were carried by the wind of the knife and more than doubled in size.

The mercenaries moved back subconsciously, feeling that the swelling bonfire would burn them.

When the saber stopped, the bonfire gradually returned to its original state.

"It's such a fast knife! You can't even see where it hits."

"The flames can be driven by the wind of the sword, which shows that the speed of the sword is extremely fast!"

"It's a sword demon after all. I can't even bear one of his swords..."

"Even flames can cut it in half. The sword demon is indeed a sword demon."

The mercenaries whispered and praised the saber's sword skills. Such skill was really amazing.

"No, what he cut was not fire..." Lao He's eyes were bloodshot and he stared at the bonfire.

Click, click.

There was a soft sound in the campfire.

The wooden sticks used to build the fire had been burned into black charcoal, and now they were breaking into pieces. From a distance, the fire looked like a collapsed volcano, slowly tilting.

It turns out that what the saber cuts is not the fire, but the coals in the fire!

When people thought the fire was about to go out, the leaning bonfire stopped collapsing and continued to burn.

Looking carefully, there are still three charcoal sticks left in the fire, cleverly supporting the bonfire from falling down!

The most astonishing thing is that the three charcoal sticks were cut neatly, just like three wooden piles built together. If there is no external force to damage them, they will not collapse after being supported for a long time.

I thought I was cutting fire, but others are cutting charcoal.

I thought that when practicing swordsmanship, others practiced skillfully.

With the sword in place, Sabo sat back down next to Yunji with a smile on his face.

Lao He's reminder made everyone wake up, and the sound of inhaling came and went.

However, what was even more shocking was what happened later. Lao He continued with a slightly trembling voice: "Fire is the cauldron, charcoal is the foot, the three legs stand together, one breath can kill a hundred times, except for the demon in the sword, there is no one among the qi practitioners in the world."
Chapter completed!