Chapter 48

These sighs are full of regret, because dexuan is not in Group D.

According to the arrangement of this year's competition system, Su Moyu may meet de Xuan in the top eight only when he gets the first place in Group D.

However, no one thought he had a chance to get this place, because there was a recognized seed in each of the eight groups.

In everyone's eyes, these eight people are almost certain to enter the top eight. Now Su Moyu and de Xuan are in different groups, and they obviously can't meet.

"Fight well!" Cheng Jianxuan ignored the people around him and patted Su Moyu on the shoulder.

Su Moyu nodded heavily, and then, under the guidance of a young disciple, went to a corner of jianwuping.

Jianwuping is a very open flat land. It is usually the place where xuanjianliu disciples practice swords collectively, which is enough to accommodate thousands of people to dance swords at the same time.

Today, in order to hold the great martial arts test, it was artificially divided into eight divisions and set up a temporary challenge arena. Under each arena, a large number of people are gathered at the moment.

Su Moyu was led to the challenge arena of Group D. watching the people around him pointing at him, he was still a little uncomfortable. He simply turned his face aside and looked at the scenery in the distance.

At this time, there were bursts of exclamations in the group C challenge arena next to the group D challenge arena, which almost immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Su Mo and Yu Shun went to the challenge arena of group C and saw Jiang Qingwen in white on the stage.

Opposite Jiang Qingwen, there was a male disciple who was in a panic.

Su Moyu was far away. He couldn't hear what they said. He saw that after they bowed their hands, they began to fight.

The male disciple took the lead. With a swing of his sword, a blue sword spirit flew out and rushed to Jiang Qingwen at a very fast speed.

But Jiang Qingwen didn't greet her with a sword, but dodged with bare hands. After letting the seven swords in a row, she shook her sleeves and called out her own sword.

And when he called, there were eleven colorful Qi swords.

"Yes... It's Tianluo sword!" someone exclaimed beside Su Moyu.

"Sure enough, it's Tianluo sword. I heard that Jiang Qingwen is the best disciple of Tianjian Liu. I don't want to build Tianluo sword, and can summon 11 handles at once. It's really amazing!" the other person echoed.

"She hasn't done her best yet. I heard that she could summon fifteen swords a few days ago," another person explained.

"Fifteen handles? How can there be only fifteen handles?" Su Moyu blurted out when he heard this. It's not the first time he saw this kind of sword, but he didn't know it was called Tianluo sword until now.

He still clearly remembers that on the day he first went to Tianjian mountain, he saw the graceful figure dancing dozens of sword shadows under the stone forest that night.

He used to think that figure was Jiang Qingwen, so he was shocked when he heard that Jiang Qingwen could only summon fifteen Qi swords.

Several people who had spoken earlier looked back and saw him. They frowned and avoided him as if they were hiding from the plague, which made Su Moyu a little embarrassed.

Just then, a man said behind him, "it's only two words. What you said is too light."

Su Moyu looked back and saw a lay disciple standing behind him. He was dressed in coarse cloth and his face was as calm as water.

"Excuse me, are you?" Su Moyu asked hurriedly.

"The heart sword flows and the sword blows." the man said faintly, and the color in his eyes did not fluctuate at all.

Su Moyu could see that he was really quiet, not pretended like de Xuan.

"It's xinjianliu's elder martial brother." Su Moyu quickly bowed down again. He knew that xinjianliu had the least disciples, but each was an elite.

Xiao Jianyang nodded gently, but his eyes were still staring at the two people in the challenge arena of group C: "Tianluo sword is one of the three major swordsmanship of Tianjian. It is very difficult to practice. Generally, three generations of disciples can call more than three Qi swords, which can be called Juncai. Jiang Qingwen calls out 15 swords. You actually use only two words to describe it. I really don't know what to say about you."

Su Moyu felt a little trance when he heard this. When he recalled the scene of that night, he couldn't help wondering: "isn't she the person that day?"

When thinking like this, the battle in the challenge arena of group C has been divided. Jiang Qingwen is not surprised to win the opponent lightly.

As Jiang Qingwen stepped down from the challenge arena, Xiao Jianyang also took his eyes back, looked up and down at Su Moyu, and said calmly: "I'm also in Group D. before I left, my younger martial sister asked me that she had something to do with you. If I met you in the challenge arena, I'd like to take care of you. But I said something ugly. If I really met you, I can only try not to hurt you. If I let me release water, it's absolutely impossible."

Su Moyu was stunned and realized that the younger martial sister in his mouth should be Han Yan. Unexpectedly, she was so kind to herself.

"Thank you!" Su Moyu bowed.

Just then, a gong sounded on the challenge arena of group D, and the first battle here also began.

"If there's any trouble, you can come to me." Xiao Jianyang left such a sentence and went elsewhere. His number is at the back, and it's still a long time before he plays, so he wants to see those opponents he cares about, such as someone in group A.

After he left, Su Moyu suddenly remembered what Han Yan said a few days ago. Among the eight most popular disciples, three came from the heart sword stream. Is this Xiao Jianyang one of them?

The fighting was fierce in the challenge arena. Su Moyu soon put these questions behind him and carefully observed the battle of various disciples.

There were people winning in the eight challenge platforms, and cheers came and went. When the sun was hanging in the sky, the adjudicator in the challenge arena of group D finally shouted: "next game, the No. 37 ghost sword flows Su Moyu, and the No. 38 burning sword flows Wu Peng!"

Group D was quiet at the edge of the challenge arena, and then there was earth shaking noise. If only from the size of the sound, it was almost greater than when Jiang Qingwen came on the stage.

But the difference is that most of the voices of humiliation and abuse to Su Moyu.

Su Moyu took a deep breath and climbed the challenge arena slowly. Before him, Wu Peng, who was burning sword, had already stood on the stage.

"Admit defeat, you don't have a chance." before Su Moyu could stand, Wu Peng opened his mouth.

Su Moyu frowned and said, "do you only pretend to be a hero in your mouth?"

Wu Peng's face changed, took out his sword behind his back and said in a cold voice, "I gave you a chance, but you don't know how to live or die. Now even if you have to kneel down and beg me, it's too late!"

After hearing Wu Peng's powerful announcement, the people under the challenge arena immediately cheered everywhere.

Su Moyu sighed, reached out and touched the handle of the sword, but took it back.

Because he could sense that the smell of the guy opposite seemed very ordinary. He should not be able to use his own sword.

His move fell into Wu Peng's eyes, but it was a naked provocation. He sneered a few times, held a sword in his hand, and shouted, "a sword startles Sanjiang red!"

This is a powerful sword in Yanjian Liujian sword technique. When it comes out, it is mixed with wind and thunder. It is also intended to burn one-third of it, which makes the audience under the challenge arena excited.

Everyone is waiting for the scene of the sword piercing Su Moyu.

But in Su Moyu's eyes, Wu Peng's sword was extremely slow, and his posture was full of flaws.

Think about it. After being hanged and beaten by the two masters before and after the ghost sword flow for several months, how can you pay attention to the opponent at Wu Peng's level.

Su Moyu didn't even bother to use the ghost King's steps. He directly bumped into Wu Peng's attack, skilfully avoided before the long sword came, and then grabbed the other party's wrist. Then he stretched out his legs to trip the other party's steps, turned his upper body violently, and threw Wu Peng directly out with a standard over shoulder fall.

The cheers for Wu Peng under the stage are not over. Wu Peng's body has fallen heavily to the ground. He struggled to kick his legs and wanted to stand up, but it was in vain.

"Ghost sword tassel Mo Yu Sheng!" the referee on the challenge arena was the first person to react. After announcing the result of the competition, he hurried to see Wu Peng. After confirming that the other party was not in danger of life, he asked someone to carry him down.

It was quiet under the challenge arena of group D, and everyone couldn't believe their eyes.

Su Moyu walked down the challenge arena step by step. The footsteps were loud. It sounded like a slap in the face, but I didn't know who was slapped in the face.