Chapter 67

As soon as the official voice of the ruling fell, the two young people on the stage almost pulled out their swords at the same time.

The Styx River in Su Moyu's hand is the first sword in the ghost sword stream, which everyone knows.

However, when de Xuan also drew out his sword, some insiders under the stage immediately burst into an uproar.

"That's... Xingsha sword?" the elder martial sister of xinjianliu stood a little far from the challenge arena, but she saw it very clearly.

"Star kill sword? Is it powerful?" Han Yan didn't know much about these things because his entry time was too short.

"The famous sword of level 7 of lingpin is one level lower than the Styx river of Su Moyu." Xiao Jianyang explained aside.

Han Yan frowned and asked, "since it is one step lower than the Styx River, why are you so surprised?"

"Because it's the little martial uncle's sword." the eldest martial sister frowned rarely.

"Little martial uncle? Which little martial uncle?" Han Yan still asked.

"When we talk about little martial uncle in the sect, we mean Bai Xingchen, the closed disciple of the sect leader. He should be regarded as the first genius of the sect in recent 100 years. He is only 31 years old and has reached the realm of Dongming. Moreover, if we talk about swordsmanship alone, he may be the first of all the second generation disciples!" Xiao Jianyang's face is also a little ugly.

"Thirty one years old? Dongming Shangjing?" Han Yan looked unbelievable when he heard this.

"Most of the previous disciples of the sect leader have died, leaving only his own disciple, so he is also regarded as the next leader. It is said that he has been practicing in the Xuanxin hall for many years and has little contact with people. Unexpectedly, now his sword is in de Xuan's hands, so it has to make people think." Xiao Jianyang's eyebrows are deeply locked.

The audience was amazed and guessed constantly. Su Moyu, who was standing on the stage at the moment, didn't think so much.

He only saw de Xuan pull out his sword, which seemed better than the one destroyed by Cheng Jianxuan, but not as good as the Styx River in his hand.

In that case, what else to be afraid of?

When the ghost King stepped up, Su Moyu's figure suddenly disappeared. After several shifts, he came to dexuan.

"Xuanwu Gang Qi!" de Xuan didn't take care of Su Moyu's strange body method, but began to strengthen his own defense.

At the outermost corner of the crowd, in an inconspicuous corner, Renji stood side by side with the young man in the Xuanxin hall. He saw his apprentice use this kind of Xuanwu Gang Qi and said with a smile: "Tianlin clothes and Xuanwu Gang Qi, even if there is a Styx River in the hand of Su, it is difficult to hurt dexuan. In addition, you lent Xingsha to him, I think the battle is not in suspense."

Yes, this young man is Bai Xingchen, the closed disciple of yuanyangzi, the master of xuanjian sect.

The greatest little martial uncle of xuanjian sect frowned and said, "fight with people, don't think about how to attack, but just focus on defense. Where is the way to win?"

Renji shook his head and said, "although it's not the way to win, it's the way to be invincible. When encountering the tricky sword technique of ghost sword flow, it's most important to stabilize the situation first."

In this regard, Bai Xingchen is noncommittal.

While they were talking, two people on the stage had already started.

Su Moyu walked around dexuan for three times like a blink, but he couldn't find an opportunity to start.

Dexuan didn't seem to be in a hurry to decide the outcome. He had a sword and exposed vigorous Qi to protect his body. It was like an iron bucket.

"No! It's going on forever, so we have to force him to move!" Su Moyu made up his mind and rushed over from the front of de Xuan!

"Is dexuan fighting with xuanjian? Is he crazy?" someone was surprised.

There are seven streams of xuanjian. Each stream has its own characteristics. In terms of positive confrontation, xuanjian stream is undoubtedly the first of the seven streams. So Su Moyu rushed forward at the moment. To others, it was like looking for death.

But de Xuan was completely unmoved and looked at the figure in front of him, showing a trace of ridicule.

The two men collided with each other, and Su Moyu's figure gradually faded away.

It's a remnant!

"I've seen through it!" de Xuan finally took the shot. He closed the star killing sword in his hand and flew out with a powerful sword gas oblique stab.

Just before the sword Qi, Su Moyu stopped in mid air with a surprised face.

"Win!" xuanjianliu's disciples cheered.

But de Xuan didn't show any joy, because the sword Qi passed through Su Moyu's body and flew directly to the sky.

This is also a remnant!

At this time, two Su Mo Yu appeared at the same time in dexuan, one left and one right.

"Insect carving skill!" he snorted coldly, retreated half a step, waved his sword horizontally and shouted, "crescent moon cut!"

An arc-shaped sword Qi flew out in front of him and cut two figures one after another. There was still no blood. Obviously, it was also a remnant.

"You can't beat me like this," de Xuan said to Su Moyu, who suddenly appeared not far away.

Su Moyu ignored him, raised his hand to the Styx River and began the second round of attack.

This time, it is much more powerful than before.

Because he flashed eight residual shadows in one breath.

The dignified color finally appeared on de Xuan's face, but he still sneered: "when I can't see through?"

He said the star killed a finger and went straight to the last residual shadow. What he thought was very simple. The reason why Su Moyu flashed so many residual shadows was to create an opportunity for the last real body.

So he rushed straight to the last one, regardless of anything else.

"Fool." the white star in the corner spits out these two words, and renlie next to him is also dignified.

De Xuan on the stage soon found something wrong. Before he rushed to the last shadow, he aroused a strong killing intention on his side.

When!

Hastily returned to the sword and reluctantly blocked the blow.

Su Moyu's real body was opposite his four eyes. The Styx river was pressed on the star kill. Su Moyu flew up and kicked dexuan's face.

Boom!

Leg strength is one of the best tricks of ghost sword flow. He was kicked to the face by Su Moyu at such a close distance. Even though de Xuan had vigorous Qi to protect his body, he was still injured.

He stepped back more than ten steps and finally didn't fall down, but as soon as he stopped, his two nostrils began to spit blood out.

Su Moyu's kick broke his nasal bone.

It was quiet all around, especially those xuanjianliu disciples who had strong confidence in dexuan. They even stopped breathing.

"I'll kill you!" de Xuan suffered such a big loss in public, and all his anger was ignited at once.

But how painful the broken nasal bone was, and his tears soon came out.

"What a pity." Su Moyu shook his head, sighed and raised his sword again, but he took a few steps out and felt uncomfortable all over.

When, when, when!

Even though eight shadows still flashed this time, they were all seen through by de Xuan.

"What's the matter?" Su Moyu hurriedly retreated from Zhang Xu and re examined de Xuan.