Chapter 80

This man, Su Moyu, is a mute.

Su Moyu widened his eyes and stared at her without blinking.

At this time, the dumb son was rarely dressed in white, and a white cloth strip was tied to his forehead, just like wearing hemp and filial piety.

At the moment, although she was in front of the public, she didn't deliberately dress up as a limp and hunchback. If she looked from her back, she did have a feeling of floating out of the dust.

"Who are you?" one of the executioners reacted, quickly pulled out a machete for execution from his skin bag behind him and pointed at the mute.

Dumb son tilted his head and his eyes were numb. Suddenly, he raised his hand and took out a mourning stick tied with white flowers.

"You..." the executioner just wanted to say something, but he felt a pain in his face. When he reacted, he was already in mid air.

It was the mute who beat him away with a mourning stick at a speed he couldn't see.

If she hadn't been merciful, it would have killed him.

Another executioner "eh", but he didn't have time to do anything else, and followed the previous man to heaven.

"What first-class disciple is this?" the elder of the discipline hall in the distance was furious and questioned the people around him.

"No... I don't know!" a disciple said.

"Whether you know her or not, don't go up and get her back!" another elder angrily said.

"Yes!" the disciples under the discipline hall rushed to the high platform one by one.

The mute son standing on the high platform was going to untie the iron chain that locked Su Moyu, but at this time, there was a cry of killing under the stage.

Su Moyu looked at the sect disciples who rushed up and began to worry about yaer. He kept his eyes on her and motioned her to go quickly.

But the dumb son didn't seem to see it. He broke the iron chain tied to his hands and feet with the mourning stick in his hand.

Su Moyu fell to the ground with a plop. Although the iron chain was gone, the power to block his meridians was still there.

He still couldn't speak or move, and could only face the direction of the mute with his side face.

At this time, someone had climbed onto the platform.

"Dead girl, don't take it easy!" De'an, who had just recovered from his serious injury, ran ahead.

At the moment, his master is watching, the elders of the sect are watching, and even the Lord is watching.

If you can win the opponent beautifully in front of these people, you may be appreciated and get a chance for promotion.

Thinking like this, the moment he took out the sword, he paid special attention, and the solid sword Qi gushed out from the blade, so as to knock down dumb son with one sword.

"Riding the Dragon Sword Qi, it seems that although De'an was injured before, his cultivation has not been abandoned." a xuanjianliu elder twisted his beard and said.

Beside the elder, it was Ren Xu, De'an's master.

In this great martial arts test, his two disciples made no achievements, which made him lose face in front of his classmates. At the moment, he saw disciple De'an rush to the front, and the move of riding the dragon sword was very pure, which made him feel a lot of color on his face.

"I'm not bragging. Among the young generation of xuanjian, De'an should be the first in terms of riding the Dragon Sword spirit!" renxu raised his head and said proudly.

Just before the voice fell, the breath on the high platform suddenly converged, and then a thrilling breath came.

Dumb son raised the mourning stick in his hand, and sword Qi gushed from it. After the sword Qi broke, it twisted into a stream in the twinkling of an eye.

The sword Qi winds forward and finally turns into a clear dragon shape.

The dragon, which was formed by the sword Qi, rushed at De'an's sword Qi, opened its mouth and swallowed it directly, just like eating a small insect.

After that, the Dragon Sword Qi continued to move forward and lifted De'an from the high platform.

"Ah -" there was a scream in the air. De'an fell under the stage for a long time and fainted directly.

Renxu under the stage stared at the dumb son on the stage and felt his face hot.

"Just now... That girl also used Dragon Sword Qi? But it's terrible that she can condense into a dragon shape?" the elder who spoke just now was stunned for a moment.

"Whose disciple is she? Why haven't I seen her?" someone frowned.

"I'm young and have such attainments in fencing. How can such a true genius remain anonymous?" someone wondered.

"Go and find out who his master is?" someone gave an order to the disciple.

Su Moyu, who was lying on the stage, was also in a turbulent mood at the moment.

"She's really powerful!" Su Moyu sighed in his heart. Since dumb took him underground, Su Moyu began to guess what level dumb should have.

Now it seems that mute is better than his prediction.

In the twinkling of an eye, the first three generations of disciples who rushed to the challenge arena were swept out by her Dragon Sword Qi without exception.

At this time, only she and Su Moyu were left on the stage.

"Come on!" renlie shouted loudly at the place where Yanjian stream gathered under the high stage. Like Renji, he hated Su Moyu's teachers and disciples, so he would never allow accidents.

Even if he was like others, he didn't know which elder xuanjianliu was, but he still gave orders to the yanjianliu disciples around him.

"Die quickly!" two yanjianliu disciples jumped onto the platform at the same time, one left and one right, and put out their swords towards the mute at the same time.

When the two swords stabbed at the mute, the burning aura escaped, and the sword body burned red. The red sword Qi about a foot broke the sword, like two sharp flames like a knife.

"ChiYan blade? It's not easy for three generations of disciples to perform this set of swordsmanship so smoothly after such a long decline of Yanjian flow." an elder xuanjian flow praised under the stage.

But at this time, the dumb son on the stage seemed stunned, then withdrew slowly, swung the mourning stick back and smashed it forward.

In the swing track of the mourning stick, the original ordinary stick suddenly lit up a red light.

After that, a hot feeling made the two yanjianliu disciples unable to open their eyes.

But the people under the stage could see clearly that the red light lit by the mourning stick in the mute's hand was clearly the red edge of the burning sword.

And her ChiYan blade is more pure than the two Yanjian disciples.

Not only that, the red sword Qi from the mourning stick is two feet long. Compared with the two disciples of Yanjian flow opposite, it is enough to describe it as magnificent.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, the dumb son's sword fell to the ground, a corner of the high platform was burned by the blazing red light, and the two yanjianliu disciples fell from the stage with fire.

At the same time, other yanjianliu disciples who had not had time to climb the platform were deeply shocked by this scene and stopped at the same time.

"How could it be?" one of them murmured, looking at the ugly girl on the stage, wondering how the other party could display his sword skill.

At this time, Yuan Yangzi, who was at the top of the opposite jade step, stared wildly: "she has two class swordsmanship! Who is she?"