Chapter 574

The fake Su Moyu was lying on the ground. At this moment, he didn't understand what had just happened.

Since I practiced this body method, I have never been hit by people in the same realm.

But the boy in front of him clearly lowered his head in the realm. Why could he hit himself so simply.

Moreover, he directly hit his face.

It puzzled him.

Just then, he heard Su Moyu's voice over there. He was embarrassed and angry for a moment. He jumped up with one hand, and then stared at Su Moyu's face.

At the same time, his left cheek, which had just been drawn, slowly swelled up, which was not commensurate with the other side.

"You're going to die!" he looked at Su Moyu gnashing his teeth, with a strong sense of killing in his eyes. At the same time, his five fingers were wrapped up by Fengshen blade and grabbed Su Moyu.

Su Moyu jumped away, then waved his hand and said, "do you want to be shameless?"

"What are you talking about?" asked fake Su Moyu, gritting his teeth.

Su Moyu frowned, looked at the onlookers under the stand and said, "he just said to let me hit him twice, but I just smoked it. He was anxious. He also claimed to be a casual person. He spoke like farting. Isn't it shameless?"

After listening to his words, the audience was stunned at first, and then began to whisper.

Su Moyu is right. The other party did say before that he asked Su Moyu to make two moves, but this move passed, and the other party would repent. He really lost his master's demeanor.

And the fake Su Moyu looked at the people who were talking under the stage and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Yes, he said what he said just now, and he is a man with great face. How can he stand if he really told him in public that what he said was farting?

So, although his heart was full of resentment, he could only slowly stop, then stared at Su Moyu coldly and said, "OK! I'll let you fight again!"

After listening to his words, Su Moyu smiled and said, "yes, this is the bearing that Tiansan people should have. In that case, I'll wake you up. I'll draw this sword from the left in a moment!"

The fake Su Mo Yu Leng over there snorted and said, "who will believe you?"

But Su Moyu turned his head and looked at the people under the stage: "so many people are watching, how can I not count my words?"

Seeing what he said, the fake Su Moyu over there began to meditate. After a while, he nodded slightly and said, "yes, in front of so many people, this boy can't speak and doesn't count. Moreover, the sword just now was drawn from the left. It seems that he is very sure of this direction, so he would say so!"

Thinking like this, he decided to pay attention, sneered and said, "OK, I'll let you do it again!"

Su Moyu smiled and said, "OK, I'll start smoking!"

Then he raised his long sword to the sky.

At this time, fake Su Moyu's left cheek was still swollen.

If you get it again in the original place, the pain is bound to double.

So he was very cautious at the moment, and almost all his attention and aura were used on the defense of the left half.

But just then, Su Moyu's sword fell and hit his right cheek!

Pop!

With a crisp sound, the fake Su Moyu was directly pulled away by the sword and rolled on the ground for more than ten times before he stopped.

At the same time, there was a cry of surprise under the altar.

After rolling for some distance, the fake Su Moyu over there slowly got up, spit out several bloody broken teeth from one mouth, and his right cheek swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye, looking higher than his left cheek.

"You... You mean person!" he stared at Su Moyu fiercely, and his pain was so painful that he almost shed tears.

"Where am I mean?" Su Moyu looked innocent.

"You said to draw from the left, deliberately lead me to defend the left, and then start from the right. What's not shameless?" he said, gnashing his teeth.

Su Moyu still looked innocent and said, "I mean to draw from the left, not your left. Let's stand opposite each other. My left is naturally your right. I said it very clearly from the beginning. You're stupid and misunderstood. Why blame me?"

After listening to his words, including the fake Su Moyu, everyone on and off the stage was stunned.

Yes, Su Moyu said from the beginning that he wanted to draw from the left, not the other party's left.

So it seems that the scattered man didn't understand clearly.

"Strong arguments are unreasonable!" fake Su Moyu over there is almost mad.

"If you are stupid, you have to blame others..." Su Moyu said with a long sigh.

"You die!" the fake Su Moyu over there finally broke out.

When he saw his hand turned over, he had a long black sword in his hand.

Su Moyu smiled when he saw this.

"This boy wants to imitate me. He has done his homework quite well, but the sword is still a little worse than the Styx!"

Su Moyu thought in his heart, but his face was silent. He waved the hemp like sword in his hand and rushed towards the fake Su Moyu.

The two swords collided, a huge roar rang through the mountains, and the whole altar began to tremble.

After a moment of stalemate, the two separated again and began to fight fast.

Su Moyu doesn't want to expose his identity. He also wants to temper his sword skills, so he has been suppressing his realm and fighting with each other.

Therefore, at the beginning, under the crazy offensive of fake Su Moyu, he was at a disadvantage.

However, after dozens of moves, he understood the ultimate sword meaning printed on the seven swords more and more deeply, and even matched the other party with the cultivation of silencing the initial state.

At this time, the people under the altar finally understood that Su Moyu on the stage was not just a little clever.

The Tianhe old man who stood on the altar to preside over the ceremony was standing on the steps below the altar and watching the two people fighting on the stage, especially Su Moyu on the stage. His eyes couldn't help shining.

"Obviously, he is inferior to his opponent in the realm, but he can perfectly make up for it with sword intention. This means that the first man in Zhongzhou in those years was nothing like magic. I'm afraid he can't do it. If this boy grows up, he will be the top strong man in Zhongzhou. Later, if he is in danger, I'll keep him alive anyway!" although old Tianhe thinks highly of Su Moyu, But in his heart, he still thought Su Moyu would lose.

On the other side, Mr. Ke Qingjing of Jiuyang gate looked at Su Moyu showing such cultivation with his abandoned mahogany sword, and thought of his previous sarcasm at him. He was ashamed of the opportunity.

Next to him, the sun leader of the Nine Yang gate also has dry lips and white face.

He didn't expect that he actually looked away. He thought of his previous contempt for Su Moyu, and even regretted his intestines.

"Yu'er!" he turned to call his son Sun Yu.

"Dad!" Sun Yu quickly bowed down.

"Guest Qing, what's your name..." leader Sun asked in a trembling voice.