Chapter 58

At this time, several people came out of the crowd. It was the elders sitting on the judgment platform, together with Cheng Jianxuan.

"Your apprentice seems to be in trouble. You didn't tell him how to deal with the sword skill of heart sword flow before?" the sick old Taoist who once appeared in the factotum hall asked aloud.

"If the sword skill of Bai Xin Jian could be explained by his mouth, Lingtai peak would be finished long ago. If you want to win them, you have to experience it with your body and mind." Cheng Jian was shy and didn't care, but he didn't blink when staring at the challenge arena.

Suddenly, a strange feeling interrupted Cheng Jianxuan's thoughts. He subconsciously raised his head and looked at a direction outside the sword dance floor.

"What's the matter?" asked the sick man.

"Nothing." Cheng Jianze shook his head again and again, but said in his heart: "illusion?"

Just then, Cheng Jian chose the direction he was looking at and slowly "grew" a person in the shadow of an ancient tree, which was the red robed woman who taught Su Moyu.

"Cheng Jianxuan, a good thief's eyes, was almost found by him. Originally I wanted to see the result of the battle. Now it seems that I can't stay here for a long time, so I have to do business!" she said to herself, and her figure faded down, and disappeared in place silently.

At this time, the battle in the challenge arena continued. Su Moyu received two swords back and forth, and his lips had seen blood.

However, he still couldn't keep up with Xiao Jianyang's speed.

How is that possible? Just when his eyes closed and opened, his speed suddenly increased to this terrible level?

If his cultivation really reached this level, why didn't he use this speed when attacking?

Or is there something you have overlooked?

At this time, Xiao Jianyang raised his sword again and pointed to Su Moyu's throat from a distance.

Su Moyu was really nervous at this time. He could even hear his heartbeat.

Heartbeat... Heart?

By the way, he has heard Xiao Jianyang talk about mood more than once.

Just before the fight, the other party seemed to have warned himself that if he was unstable, he would have lost before the fight.

Master once said that heart sword flow is not good at swordsmanship. They cultivate their heart better than their sword.

Is this situation related to your state of mind?

Seeing that another sword of Xiao Jianyang opposite had been killed, Su Moyu simply closed his eyes and ignored it, forcing himself to calm down.

Boom!

His whole body was blown out at once and fell heavily to the ground. A mouthful of blood could no longer be repressed and dropped to the ground.

But Su Moyu was not depressed. Instead, he brightened his eyes and said, "I see!"

When the two fought on the stage, de Xuan frowned all the time. After seeing Su Moyu knocked to the ground, he finally couldn't help asking Lu Rongting, "elder martial brother, Xiao Jianyang's speed is obviously slower than before, but why can't Su Moyu hide?"

Lu Rongting snorted, "that's Xiao Jianyang's unique skill. Su Moyu has fallen into his heart. His world has begun to slow down, so even if Xiao Jianyang's sword is not fast, it seems to Su Moyu that it is as fast as lightning."

When de Xuan heard this, he couldn't help feeling a little frightened. He thought that the heart sword flow was really great.

At this time, Su Moyu had slowly climbed up from the ground. He gently wiped the blood from the corners of his lips and said with a smile: "elder martial brother Xiao is really powerful."

Xiao Jianyang tilted his head and said, "do you want to admit defeat?"

Su Moyu shook his head and said, "how is it possible that I found a way to crack your move? How can I admit defeat?"

Hearing this, Xiao Jianyang said with a smile, "Oh? Look at it."

Just when Su Moyu's blood fell to the ground, he finally found the reason why Xiao Jianyang's speed became faster.

In fact, it's not that the other party becomes faster, but that they become slower.

To be exact, it should be that my reaction has slowed down.

A few days ago, he once heard from Han Yan that the swordsmanship of heart sword is heart sword, and finally the sword that will fall in people's heart.

Frankly, it's illusion.

As long as you are in the illusion of the other party, you can't win anyway.

But when it comes to how to crack magic, Cheng Jianxuan hasn't taught him, and he hasn't heard of it from anywhere else.

So he had to find his own way.

The way he thought was very simple: isn't your heart sword flowing? Don't your swords fall into people's hearts in the end?

What can you do if I'm a heartless guy?

"Ah -" Su Moyu screamed wildly, slashed his sword, and his aura worked more and more freely. He ran around the challenge arena as if he were crazy.

"What's the matter with this guy?" someone wondered.

"It's said that the swordsmanship of xinjianliu can make people hallucinate. I guess Su Moyu is most likely hit at the moment. It seems that the victory or defeat has been divided." someone vowed.

But some people don't think so. For example, the two men and women with heart swords under the challenge arena looked at each other and showed surprise.

You know, if you want to crack magic, there is a principle that people agree with, that is to disrupt the rules of their own Reiki operation, and then find the truth from the chaos.

Su Moyu's current method seems to be like throwing and rolling, but I have to say that his direction is right.

Xiao Jianyang was slightly stunned as he watched. A moment later, he realized that he couldn't wait for Su Moyu to be free, so he stabbed Su Moyu's back with his sword.

However, the long sword passed through the chest, but there was no resistance.

"Another shadow!" Xiao Jianyang said bitterly.

On the other side, Su Moyu had recovered and said with a smile, "elder martial brother Xiao, I'm broken."

Xiao Jianyang finished, looked at Su Moyu and said sincerely, "great."

"Then it's my turn to attack this time!" Su Moyu smiled. The ghost King started step by step, looming around Xiao Jianyang, and four or five residual shadows flashed.

He still didn't do his best, because he always felt that the last means should be reserved for moral and mysterious use.

Xiao Jianyang looked left and right nervously. He couldn't judge the strange footwork of the ghost King step in advance, so he had to be careful.

Finally, Su Moyu found a gap. The Styx sword swung and patted it from top to bottom.

He wants to knock Xiao Jianyang down. After all, the other party is good. If he can't hurt him, he'd better not.

However, such a sure sword was missed in the end.

"I seem to have been underestimated..." Xiao Jianyang stood not far from Su Moyu, his sword stopped in front of him, and said faintly, "secret sword, flower in dream."

After these five words were introduced into Su Moyu's ears, his knowledge of the sea exploded and opened the pot.

The scene in front of me kept moving, and finally came to a sea of flowers.

Vines tightly wound Su Moyu's body and bound him firmly to the ground.

Beside him, Xiao Jianyang looked at him quietly.

"You've fallen into a dreamland. I'll stab the sword into your mind. In this way, your body in the real world will be unconscious. But don't worry, it won't cause any damage to you, just need to sleep for a few days. I have to say, you're very strong, stronger than I imagined."

Xiao Jianyang said, inserting his sword into Su Moyu's head.

This sword will fall in the heart, in fact, it will fall in the soul.

If someone else, the battle will be over.

But Su Moyu is different. There is something in his soul that will not be infringed by anyone.

That is the legacy of the old creator God, the super tyrant system belonging to Su Moyu alone.

When this sword pierces Su Moyu's soul, the self-protection ability of the super tyrant system is triggered instantly.

The boundless sea of flowers suddenly seemed like a broken mirror, suddenly fragmented.

Two people stood opposite each other in the challenge arena and never moved for a long time. Naturally, there was a whisper under the arena.

"This is the secret sword of heart sword flow?" de Xuan frowned. To tell the truth, he didn't see the mystery of the sword.

Lu Rongting snorted, turned and strode out of the crowd and said, "let's go. The one surnamed Su has lost."

The people around him still didn't know what was going on, but when they heard Lu Rongting say so, everyone didn't doubt it.

Because he is Lu Rongting, the strongest disciple of the third generation of xuanjianzong. Since he said Su Moyu was defeated, it must be su Moyu.

With him as the center, this sentence spread farther and farther. Not long ago, most people in the challenge arena knew the news, so someone began to leave.

Just then, there was a pop in the challenge arena and someone fell down.

The people who were leaving stopped and looked back, but all opened their mouths in surprise.

Because it was not su Moyu who fell, but Xiao Jianyang.

Su Moyu was still standing where he was, but at this time, his expression seemed a little embarrassed.

In an instant, two people jumped onto the challenge arena. It was the other two disciples of xinjianliu. They put their hands on Xiao Jianyang's pulse gate and confirmed that his life was not in danger.

But looking at Su Moyu's eyes again, it was strange.

The adjudicator also stepped on the stage at this time. After watching them back and forth several times, he shouted in an incredible tone: "ghost sword flow, Su Mo Yu Sheng!"

There was a great uproar under the challenge arena. Lu Rongting, who had left the challenge arena far away, suddenly turned around and looked at the challenge arena in surprise.

"Elder martial brother... You guessed wrong?" this was the exclamation of all xuanjianliu disciples.

"What a ghost sword!" Lu Rongting gnashed his teeth.

"Incredibly really crowded in..." dexuan was inexplicably flustered in his heart.

"Ha ha..." on the sword dance floor, Cheng Jianxuan's unbridled smile echoed.