Chapter 362

On the other side, Wang Tiehu hurriedly stepped back more than ten steps and looked at Su Moyu as if he had seen a ghost.

"You... You're back, you dare to come back?" Wang Tiehu didn't believe his eyes.

Su Moyu is a traitor of xuanjianzong.

On the land of Yunzhou, if you offend a large door like xuanjianzong, if you change others, it's too late to run.

But this boy dares to come to xuanjian sect. Is he crazy?

"I asked you, don't you understand? Who do you say is the boss of the factotum hall?" Su Moyu looked at him coldly.

This time, Wang Tiehu only felt cold all over.

But a moment later, he calmed down again, stared at Su Moyu and said, "I'm the steward of the factotum hall ordered by the patriarch yuanyangzi. What can you do? You don't know how to live or die. At this time, you run to the sect door. If you dare to touch me, the patriarch won't let you go..."

At this time, Wang Tiehu had no choice but to try to move yuanyangzi out and scare Su Moyu.

In his heart, yuanyangzi is an invincible existence. Would Su Moyu be afraid of it?

But before he finished, he felt a flower in front of him, and then he got a heavy blow on his face.

For a moment, Wang Tiehu turned dozens of circles in place, then hit the cliff on one side, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

"What if I move you?" Su Moyu said coldly, looking at Wang Tiehu with a frightened face.

When he finished speaking, he bowed his head and poked the wind sword, which broke all the shackles on Deng Yulang's hands and feet.

Then, with a swing of his sleeves, he untied the prohibition on him, handed him a bottle of life water and said, "drink it, brother Deng."

Deng Yulang was stunned and reached for the bottle. Tears kept flowing down.

"Master Su Xian..." he wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a sound without choking.

Su Moyu looked at the injuries all over him and couldn't help sighing.

Deng Yulang was originally just a worker. Now he has suffered so much. In the final analysis, he is still implicated by himself.

At the thought of this, Su Moyu was even more angry. He walked towards Wang Tiehu over there and said condescensively, "are you going to die by yourself or should I help?"

Hearing this, Wang Tiehu was so frightened that he couldn't care about the pain on his body anymore. He crawled on the ground, kowtowed to Su Moyu and said, "master Su Xian, master Su Da and ancestor Su, please spare me a dog's life. I promise I won't dare again!"

But Su Moyu looked cold. After looking down at him for a long time, he said, "so you want me to help?"

Wang Tiehu suddenly looked up and said, "no... no, you can't kill me!"

But where does Su Moyu have leisure to pay attention to him? As soon as he stretched out his hand, the sword Qi at his fingertips was huff and puff, which would result in his life.

But then, not far from his side, suddenly a fierce sword came and went straight to Su Moyu's head.

Su Moyu raised his eyebrows slightly, took a step back and let the sword go. At the same time, Wang Tiehu also picked up his life.

"I knew you would come here to have a look when you went up the mountain, so you came directly, which really made me guess right!" a gloomy Taoist slowly descended from the air and stared at Su Moyu with a gloomy face.

After seeing each other, Su Moyu's pupils contracted and snorted coldly.

The comer is dexuan, whom I haven't seen in four years.

Compared with four years ago, dexuan's temperament is more sinister and stable.

Su Moyu swept away his spiritual knowledge and found that the other party had the cultivation of Dongming Shangjing.

It seems that he has surpassed Jiang Qingwen. It is not easy. It can be seen that he has made a lot of efforts in the past four years.

"Are you in such a hurry to die?" Su Moyu tilted his head and stared at De Xuan.

Four years ago, in the great martial arts test, Su Moyu hit him hard in front of everyone, forced Renji to kneel down and admit his mistake in public, and really slapped the two teachers and disciples in the face.

Later, Su Moyu cut de Xuan's master Renji under the sword, which made de Xuan even more resentful.

"Lord dexuan, help me!" when Wang Tiehu saw dexuan, he seemed to have caught a life-saving straw and climbed to his feet.

De Xuan frowned slightly, looked at Wang Tiehu and snorted, "go away, don't get in the way here."

After that, he turned to stare at Su Moyu and said darkly, "I've been waiting for this day to meet you again, so I've been practicing day and night for the past four years, waiting to cut you under the sword one day. Today, finally let me wait!" de Xuan said, floating on Su Moyu's side, with some strange brilliance in his eyes.

But Su Moyu didn't look at him at all, but stared at Wang Tiehu, who was limping and preparing to leave, and said, "who said you could go?"

Wang Tiehu listened to Su Moyu's voice and trembled. He turned his head and looked at De Xuan.

He saw dexuan frowning and said, "if he doesn't go, you and I can't sink down to fight."

Su Moyu looked at him and suddenly lost his smile and said, "World War I? You think too much."

Dexuan was stunned and said, "what did you say?"

Su Moyu shook his head and said with a smile, "my meaning is very clear. Both he and you have to wait for death in front of me. Where will there be a war?"

De Xuan snorted heavily, gnashing his teeth and said, "boy, you are too arrogant. I want you to know that I am different from four years ago. Now I kill you completely by my strength!"

Indeed, in four years, dexuan has made such great progress, which is extremely rare in the whole xuanjian sect.

Normally, he has the right to be proud.

Unfortunately, he didn't know that the Su Moyu in front of him, the "old enemy" he never forgot, had already been reborn and reached another level. Where could he compare with him?

Su Moyu sneered, took a step forward slowly, then pointed to the sword, poked forward and hit de Xuan's face.

Feeling the extraordinary power of this finger, de Xuan quickly raised his sword and tried to break Su Moyu's finger, but Nai couldn't stop Su Moyu's attack at all.

When!

For a moment, the sword in de Xuan's hand broke. The next moment, Su Moyu's wind sword finger stirred the sword Qi and ran through de Xuan's chest.

There, exactly where Su Moyu stabbed with the Styx sword four years ago.

Only four years ago, Su Moyu almost exhausted his strength for this sword.

Now this time, it is almost effortless.

Poof!

A blood arrow spewed out, and de Xuan covered the wound with an incredible expression.

In any case, he couldn't understand that he was much better than four years ago, but why couldn't even stop the other party?

"Isn't it different from four years ago? Why does it look more wasteful?" Su Moyu looked at him and asked with a sneer.

"I... I'll fight with you!" de Xuan's eyes were red and suddenly punched himself on the chest, and more blood gushed out in a moment.

"Xuan blood sword!" de Xuan drank violently. The blood spewed out suddenly solidified into a blood sword in front of him, and then suddenly attacked Su Moyu with bursts of blazing.

This move is a two wound sword technique that is more powerful than the secret sword. Although it is powerful, it will hurt the enemy by 1000 and damage yourself by 800.

So for hundreds of years, no one has practiced at all.

De Xuan, in order to revenge, even this evil move was secretly cultivated.

For a moment, he stabbed Su Moyu's face with a fishy Blazing Sword.

Su Moyu frowned slightly and felt the extraordinary of the sword, but he didn't dodge.

Because at this time, he wanted to completely destroy the dexuan in front of him, from spirit to body.

Thinking like this, he slowly stretched out his right hand, let Feng Yuanli protect his right hand layer by layer, and then suddenly grabbed the Blood Sword attacking his face.

Then they heard a harsh friction sound, and the two people were deadlocked in place.

For a moment, the blood suddenly appeared, and the shining people couldn't open their eyes.

Lou Lan, who had been watching at the edge of Yaping, looked surprised now.

They didn't expect that in addition to yuanyangzi, there was someone in the xuanjian sect who could use such a powerful move.

However, the realm of dexuan is still too low after all. Finally, in the process of consumption, he exhausted his last strength.

At the end of the sword, the originally young dexuan's temples had been stained with frost.

But even if he paid such a high price, Su Moyu stopped it with only one hand.

"Am I right?" Su Moyu sneered, then slapped him with his back hand and hit dexuan heavily on his chest. Countless wind blades rushed into dexuan's body along the wound and let dexuan die in a moment.

"Next is you?" Su Moyu turned his head, looked at Wang Tiehu next to him, and then pointed down.