Chapter 573

With these words, Su Moyu walked slowly to the stage.

Watching him holding a twisted sword and slowly going up to the altar, the people below were stunned and then burst into laughter.

"Is this boy really crazy?"

"I was scared silly when I saw it. I didn't know what to do..."

In the laughter of the crowd, Su Moyu boarded the altar expressionless, facing the fake Su Moyu.

Looking at the guy in front of him coming onto the stage, fake Su Moyu's eyes flashed with excitement and said, "you're so brave. You really dare to come up."

Su Moyu nodded and said, "because you don't smoke."

Fake Su Moyu was stunned. He was about to pinch his fists, and two bursts of gas burst sounded.

"Good, I'll make you pay for your cheap mouth later!" he said, with one point on his two palms and sword breath on his ten fingers, all of which are very authentic wind sword fingers.

"Sure!" seeing this scene again, Su Moyu was more convinced that the other party must have something to do with the madman.

At this time, I don't want to expose my identity, so it's hard to use the past skill.

After thinking and thinking, he pulled the "Mahua" sword in his hand and made a start gesture.

After seeing this scene, there was another burst of laughter under the stage.

Because Su Moyu's gesture seems to be too layman. In addition, the sword in his hand is twisted into a ball, which is even more funny.

"How dare you despise me? Look at my wind sword fingers!" the fake Su Moyu over there said, ten fingers playing, and countless sharp Qi swords stabbed Su Moyu.

Su Moyu, on the other side, looked at this scene, but quietly swung his sword left and right.

This move was not fast and did not have much aura fluctuation, but it happened to be like this, but it just missed the direction of all the wind sword fingers of the other party, and no sword touched his clothes.

After seeing this scene, the laughter under the stage decreased.

They are all practitioners. Naturally, they know the power of the wind sword finger just now.

No matter whether their accomplishments are above Su Moyu or below him, no one is sure that they can use such a calm attitude to facilitate the next round of attack.

"Very good, you really have two skills!" the fake Su Moyu over there sneered.

Su Moyu listened to his praise, but sighed long and said, "do you have any decent new tricks?"

Hearing this, fake Su Moyu squeezed his fist and said, "OK, then take my move!"

Speaking, arms crossed as like as two peas in Mr. Fu Jing's position.

"Nine Dragons hanged!" after a violent drink, nine wind dragons gushed out of his arms.

Su Moyu knew the skill of the wind yuan formula like the back of his hand. After seeing the nine wind dragons, he thought of countless ways to crack it in an instant.

But after thinking about it, they were all rejected by him, because those public security officers are too representative. If people who know his past see it, they will easily associate with their own identity.

So he could only tilt his sword and draw a circle in front of him.

At first glance, this sword has no rules and regulations, but it has unspeakable mystery in it.

His sword used the sword meaning printed on the seven swords left by Mu Tianya under the Shuhai cliff a few days ago.

Although he only looked at it, he understood the essence very well.

So now I go out with a sword. Even if there is no exquisite sword move, it has unexpected power.

When, when, when

When a series of impact sounds sounded, the wind dragon successively hit the circle he drew, then immediately lost control, flew into the air and finally escaped.

In this process, Su Moyu always used the power of annihilating the initial state against the enemy, with the state of low opponent, but without any trace, he broke his opponent's two big moves, which shocked everyone.

"I said... This guy seems very powerful!"

"Yes, and his sword technique looks ugly, but it can have such amazing power. I think he is also a child of a great aristocratic family who can't avoid the world!"

"Not only that, look at his feet. From the moment he came on stage to now, he has even blocked the two moves of the scattered people, but he hasn't even moved!"

"When you say that, it's really..."

For a moment, the laughter under the stage stopped, leaving only a whisper. Those who had been full of confidence in fake Su Moyu also kept silent.

Obviously, they think that the two guys on the stage at this time really have the power of a war.

At this time, the fake Su Moyu saw that his two moves in a row had been broken, especially the latter one, Jiulong hanging. He made it out because he had the intention to kill each other.

However, he was so easily provoked by this guy that his self-esteem was greatly hit!

"Good! Good! I see how long you can hold on!"

Fake Su Moyu gritted his teeth and said this. With a little step, his body suddenly became pale. In a moment, he turned around Su Moyu more than ten times, leaving a virtual shadow.

"I beat you two times just now, and now you beat me two times, otherwise outsiders will see it and say that my elder bullied you, a hairy boy. Don't worry, I won't fight back!" the fake Su Moyu said with a sneer.

Su Moyu recognized that the body method of Fengyuan formula was elegant and flexible, which was very difficult to understand.

Once this body method is used, it can move with the wind. Generally speaking, whether it is sword Qi or direct attack, it will be automatically avoided by the other party's strange body method. It is a very exquisite body method.

"Look! Now the scattered man is getting serious. I've seen his body method. When he first appeared at the foot of the mountain a few days ago, dozens of people joined hands to attack him. They didn't touch a penny. I think the boy opposite is in trouble!"

"Yes, although his swordsmanship was not bad just now, his opponent is tiansanren after all. Once he gets serious, the victory or defeat is just a moment."

Everyone under the stage talked about it one after another.

But just then, Su Moyu walked to the fake Su Moyu, raised his long sword twisted like a twist, and patted it on the other party's head.

"It's useless. You can't hit me at all..."

Pop!

Before Su Moyu's words were finished, Su Moyu's Mahua sword had been firmly patted on his face and directly patted him out.

At the same time, those who talked and talked under the stage all shut up for a moment, stared at the stage and the sky scattered people photographed, all of a sudden.

"I've never seen you smoke so badly, and I've taken the initiative to let someone beat you." Su Moyu shook his head and sighed. He stretched out his hand to straighten the bent twist sword, then looked at the fake Su Moyu who fell to the ground over there and said, "don't you say let me play two moves? Get up, there's another move!"

(have a meal and come back in the afternoon ~)