Chapter 93

However, the terrain here is complex underground caves. Once the target is lost at the first time, it is very difficult to find it.

Su Moyu also knew this, so after turning a few corners, he immediately used the Yin ghost to claim his life to cover up his breath.

But with the intuition of changing state, the sickle man chased all the way along Su Moyu's direction, and the distance was getting closer and closer.

Just as the distance between them was getting closer and closer, the sickle man suddenly had a meal under his feet because he was aware of the danger.

Almost at the same time, two explosions sounded on his side, which was the trap set by Su Moyu with the burning explosion symbol when he escaped.

The scythe man stopped. Although he was blocked by the explosion just now, his face showed a happy look because he was sure that he was chasing in the right direction.

But at this time, not far from the sickle man, a voice suddenly came.

"What's that sound, martial uncle?" a slightly astringent voice asked.

"Go and have a look," said an old man's voice.

As soon as the words fell, this group of xuanjianzong disciples met the sickle man in the narrow secret way.

The expression on sickle's face was a little gloomy. He glanced at the people in front of him and said in his heart, "is it difficult that they killed the two guys outside? Otherwise, how could someone break in one after another?"

"Who's coming!" at this time, an old Taoist who led the team asked.

"Business matters!" the sickle man looked at Su Moyu's escape direction and felt some regret.

When I looked back at the people in front of me, my expression became more and more distorted.

"Where did you come in?" the sickle man asked word by word.

"We're asking you!" a young disciple of xuanjianzong asked the sickle man.

In his opinion, there are many people on his side and supported by martial uncle. How can he be afraid of just one opponent?

But his words were still floating in the cave, and his head had left his body.

"End the battle!" the old Taoist immediately shouted, and the others were immediately ready for battle.

The atmosphere around was a little strange. The sickle held the freshly cut head in his hand and asked impatiently, "let me ask again, where did you come in?"

His answer was just a sharp sword.

Just when the scythe man was blocked, Su Moyu, who ran all the way to the distance, stopped now.

Because he was stopped, too.

Su Moyu, the leader, could not be more familiar.

It was Lu Rongting, the disciple of Xuan jianliu, who should have fought Su Moyu in the finals of the great martial arts test.

Lu Rongting was surrounded by several young disciples of three generations. Su Moyu only knew one of them, Dequan, whom he had not seen for a long time.

"I was really angry last night when I heard that you were going to be executed outside the Xuanxin hall, because the chance to kill you by crushing your ghost sword was ruined by those nosy guys."

"I didn't bother to go outside the Xuanxin hall to deliver you to death, but I just heard that you escaped when the foreign enemy invaded. Someone asked me to take someone to the forbidden area to search, but I didn't expect to really let me meet you in the forbidden area. I'm very excited."

When Lu Rongting spoke, the sword in the scabbard behind him kept restless and wanted to come out. When he finished, his hand stretched forward, and the sword automatically jumped out of the scabbard and fell into his hand.

"Come on, let's finish here, one-on-one, no one meddle!" Lu Rongting looked at Su Moyu opposite.

Su Moyu looked back and confirmed that the scythe man didn't catch up. He was a little more secure in his heart.

Then he turned his head and said to Lu Rongting, "I'm in a hurry, and now I'm in a bad mood, so the next battle will only be my unilateral vent."

Su Moyu is telling the truth, because at the moment, he is still in the realm of Dongming, and Lu Rongting is by no means his opponent. But Lu Rongting didn't think so. In his opinion, it was just Su Moyu's meaningless provocation.

Almost all the other disciples present did not go to Xuanxin hall to see the executioner of Su Moyu.

They didn't know that Su Moyu had killed Renji not long ago, so they saw him openly provoke Lu Rongting. They also stepped aside with a smile and waited for the next fun.

In their view, Lu Rongting's own strength should be a bit higher than Su Moyu.

At present, Su Moyu is in a mess. Obviously, he has experienced several battles and was seriously injured.

Such a favorable time, place and people all stand on Lu Rongting's side. What's the reason why Lu Rongting doesn't win?

"The sword is pale and yellow!" Lu Rongting took a big step forward, and the abundant sword Qi spewed out from the sword body, making a long distance up and down.

This pure skill can never be made by ordinary three generations of disciples.

Behind him, there was a series of applause and cheers. Lu Rongting showed a smile on his face, looked at Su Moyu and said, "how about it?"

Su Moyu looked back at the mute son on her back. She was still sleeping and her breathing was stable.

"Have you set the shape?" Su Mo Yu man said carelessly.

Lu Rongting was stunned and immediately became angry. He held a sword in his hand and rushed out like lightning.

In his prediction, Su Moyu at this time should take the ghost King step to avoid his sword, and then wait for the opportunity to do it to himself.

For this, Lu Rongting has long been prepared, because during this time, he has been thinking about how to deal with the ghost King step. He thinks he is very clear about Su Moyu's possible response.

But at this time, Su Moyu didn't mean to avoid until his sword was about to pierce Su Moyu's cheek.

"Why? What does he want to do? Is he stupid?"

This question flashed through Lu Rongting's head.

The next second, Su Moyu took a step forward and took the initiative to pick up Lu Rongting's sword Qi with the Styx River in his hand.

And under this contact, Lu Rongting's sword spirit, which he was proud of, was destroyed like a decadent.

Soon, the two swords were entangled. Su Moyu and Lu Rongting's faces were less than a foot away.

At that moment, time seemed to stagnate, and everyone, including Lu Rongting, was a little confused.

Su Moyu's arm pressed forward, and Lu Rongting was forced to step back.

Before Lu Rongting could react, Su Moyu's second sword smashed over simply and rudely.

Lu Rongting also raised his sword to meet each other. In a twinkling of an eye, the two swords touched each other more than ten times. The two people seemed to strike iron.

At this time, Lu Rongting's realm was high, and his opponent naturally had an advantage in strength. Therefore, when these more than a dozen swords fell, Lu Rongting's tiger mouth burst and his hands were dripping with blood.

But at this time, Lu Rongting still didn't want to change his playing style.

Because Su Moyu, a disciple of the ghost sword stream, who is famous for his deception, is more powerful than his own disciple of the Xuan sword stream, who is good at bullying. If he retreats at this time, he will have lost the battle.

He didn't want to admit defeat like this. He didn't want to admit defeat where he was good at. So even if his hand was injured, he insisted and fought hard with Su Moyu.

The speed of two people wielding swords is so fast that several people nearby can't see clearly.

When several xuanjianzong disciples around were shocked and shaken by the battle, the dense collision stopped suddenly, and a long sword flew out and was firmly inserted in the rock wall.