Chapter 52

"The ghost sword flows Su Mo Yu Sheng!" the voice of the adjudicator sounded at the right time. Su Mo Yu shook his clothes and walked slowly down from the challenge arena.

Deyang, who is still on the stage, has a dull face. He can't accept the result, but the bursts of pain from his chest and abdomen tell him that he did lose, and he lost completely.

Those xuanjianliu disciples who were waiting to see Su Moyu's jokes have finally changed their eyes when they look at Su Moyu, and the abuse has weakened for a moment. Although there are still two shameless guys who say something, it is obviously difficult to resonate.

Su Moyu ignored these people, went to the corner alone, found a seat, sat down, closed his eyes and combed his injuries.

Although tianlinyi's defense is amazing, he still suffered some minor injuries. Looking at the schedule of today's game, I'm afraid the next round of game will be held later, so he must recover quickly.

The competition on the stage continued, and cheers or sighs came from time to time, but Su Moyu ignored them.

Until a long time later, there was a deafening noise in the nearby challenge arena.

He opened his eyes in surprise and saw that Jiang Qingwen lifted her opponent off the challenge arena with a beautiful chop.

"She's really good..." Su Moyu said to himself.

At this time, his heart suddenly jumped and a sense of crisis came to his mind.

He looked sideways and saw a yellow light coming straight to his face.

Su Moyu's pupils shrunk and saw that it was a yellow watch paper with strange patterns. Although it was only a page of paper, it contained a strong aura.

It was too late to hide at this time. Su Moyu bit his teeth, raised his left hand to protect the face door, and leaned back.

Boom!

There was an explosion under the challenge arena of group D, which drew everyone's eyes.

In the center of the explosion, Su Moyu sat on the ground, one left hand bleeding.

"What's going on?" someone exclaimed.

The adjudicator who had been in the Ding Group challenge arena raised his eyebrows. The first one jumped down from the high platform, came to Su Moyu, looked and said, "Yan explosive talisman! Who threw it?"

With his question, people nearby retreated, but a young Taoist seemed to be at a loss.

"Who's your boy? Why did you hurt people with the burning and explosive talisman?" the judge of group D forced him one step, and the young Taoist retreated in fear.

"Uncle Hui, I'm a disciple of Yanjian liurenlie. My name is De Xiang..." the young Taoist replied with a trembling voice.

The adjudicator of group D frowned and recognized that De Xiang was also a member of group D of the great martial arts test. Just now, he had successfully defeated his opponent and broke through the second round.

"Do you know that private fighting off the court is to be deprived of the qualification of the great martial arts test, not to mention using the high-level spell of Yan explosive talisman for the same door!" the brow of the judge in group D is getting tighter and tighter. As a judge, no one wants to meet this kind of thing in his own area of responsibility.

De Xiang said in a panic: "I... I, I just want to try his skill, but who knows he didn't hide."

He was lying, and the judge of group D came to this conclusion almost at once. Because the burning explosion talisman is a high-level spell of the burning sword flow. Generally, if you get a note on the front of the practitioners who are in harmony with the environment, you will die. How can you try other people's skills in such a dangerous way?

The evil intention hidden by this virtue has been clearly revealed.

He wants to kill Su Moyu, at least to hit Su Moyu hard.

But why?

Before the adjudicator of group D could make a sound, a man suddenly jumped into the crowd on one side. After he fell into the field, he touched his sleeve and knocked De Xiang over, scolding: "little beast, do you want to die?"

It was none other than renlie, the virtuous master.

As soon as the adjudicator of group D saw him, he kept silent to see how he planned to solve it.

Renlie's face was very angry at this time. You should know that the De Xiang in front of him was one of the most proud disciples of his family. He always had great expectations for him. This time I gave him the burning and explosive talisman, hoping to win the Group D. I'd better kill Xiao Jianyang, but I don't know why I used this big killing weapon off the court.

It was also used on Su Moyu, who looked like a local chicken and a dog in renlie's eyes.

"Teacher... Father, I didn't mean it!" De Xiang knelt on the ground with a frightened look on his face.

Renlie bit his teeth hard. Although he hated it in his heart, he was his disciple after all. How can he watch him suffer heavy punishment from the sect?

When he turned his head, Su Moyu over there had already staggered up. His left hand was bleeding and looked badly hurt.

"According to the rules of the great martial arts test, those who fight privately in the field should be disqualified. If my useless disciple hurts others, he will abstain. I will let him go back to the wall and think about it!" renlie immediately made the punishment, not because he was fair, but because he knew that his disciple violated the rules this time. If other people were allowed to consider it, The result is far more than just thinking about it. What's more, if Cheng Jianxuan rushes over at this time, he doesn't dare to think about it. It's better to kick his apprentice back while the fat man doesn't know yet. When the other party comes back to find fault afterwards, he also has something to deal with.

The adjudicator of group D naturally knew his mind. He frowned and looked back at Su Moyu, thinking that he would not offend renlie for a down-to-earth ghost sword, so he sighed: "good."

Ren lie took a long sigh of relief, kicked De Xiang and said, "don't you get out of here?"

The De Xiang quickly ran away from jianwuping.

Seeing the apprentice leave, renlie shook his head and came to Su Moyu. He took out a box of healing medicine from his arms and handed it to him and said, "boy, take it."

Su Mo Yu Fang was suddenly attacked. He was a little confused for a moment. He didn't come back until the De Xiang was repulsed.

He had a few disagreements with Yan jianliu before, and this Ren lie was humiliated by Cheng Jianxuan in public, so he naturally regarded the attack as a drama arranged by Ren lie.

At this moment, I saw this guy with sharp mouth and monkey cheeks running over to pretend to be a good man. He hit the roof beam in anger, waved over the wound healing medicine and said, "who wants your stuff!"

Renlie's face changed, but at this time he was not angry, so he had to hum coldly and shake his sleeves.

The judge who stayed in place looked down at Su Moyu's injury and found that there were many wounds on his left hand, even one of which could see white bones. After thinking for a moment, he asked in a low voice, "you're going to play the third round. Do you want to abstain?"

Su Moyu shook his head resolutely and said, "no, but can you arrange me to play as soon as possible?"

Originally, it was not allowed to change the playing order of the Da Wu test at will, but the current situation was special. The adjudicator also felt that he owed Su Moyu a little, so he nodded and said, "OK, the next game is the game between you and Yan Jian liudechong!"

As soon as Su Moyu heard this, he immediately thought he understood the context. The feeling of that de attacked him in order to escort his classmates through the next round!

Since you are so insidious, cunning and unscrupulous, why should I be merciful?

"In the first game of the third round, the ghost sword flows Su and Moyu rushes against the burning sword!" the adjudicator shouted on the stage, and they went to the challenge arena.

At this time, renlie had not left. He looked at Dechong on the stage and shouted, "Dechong, don't keep your hand!"

De Chong on the stage nodded, took off his sword from behind and said, "I've offended!"

Su Moyu's eyes flashed a trace of fierceness. The ghost King started step by step, rushed to de Chong at an almost instantaneous speed, held the Styx river high in his hand and cut it down.

De Chong's accomplishments were not as good as Su Moyu's, and he had never seen such strange footwork as ghost King's step. Before he could react, Su Moyu cut a very deep and long wound on his chest.

If Su Moyu didn't want to kill, he would have been split in half.

Poof!

Blood splashed out and de Chong fell to the ground.

"Save people!" the judge hurriedly asked someone to carry De Chong away, and then looked at Su Moyu in horror.

How many years have you not seen this footwork?

The ghost sword stream that once produced a large number of talents is really back!

"Su Mo Yu Sheng!" the judge's mouth was dry.