Super Upstart System

The next day, Su Moyu got up early and came to jianwuping again with Cheng Jianxuan.

Compared with yesterday, half of the people have been eliminated in the great martial arts test, but the number of onlookers under each challenge arena has increased instead of decreasing.

Especially under the challenge arena of group Ding, because Su Moyu and xuanjianliu added new gratitude and resentment yesterday, more xuanjianliu disciples rushed to cheer for Deyang.

As soon as Su Moyu's figure appeared in jianwuping, the noise began to ring.

Cheng Jianxuan didn't bother to listen to these voices. He ran to the judgment stage alone and continued to sleep. Only Su Moyu frowned and walked to the challenge arena of Group D.

There are still thirty-three people left in Group D. after the deliberation of the adjudicator, Xiao Jianyang, the strongest, lost the wheel, and the remaining thirty-two people were caught and killed.

Although the number of people is less than yesterday, the overall level has been greatly improved. Therefore, after the first battle, the noise against Su Moyu has gradually decreased and replaced by the voice of cheering for the people on the stage.

After more than ten games in a row, not to mention others, Su Moyu, who watched the game off the stage, felt that he had benefited a lot.

In particular, the civil war between a pair of xuanjianliu disciples just now gave him a deeper insight into the sword Qi of xuanjianliu.

At this time, the adjudicator boarded the challenge arena and shouted, "next group, ghost sword tassel Moyu, to xuanjian stream Deyang!"

As soon as this remark was made, group D shouted loudly in the challenge arena, which attracted the attention of the whole people under the sword dance platform. On the contrary, they should pay more attention to Cheng Jianxuan here and still lie on the judgment platform and sleep deeply.

"Boy, kowtow and admit defeat quickly, so as to save embarrassment on the stage."

"Pick dung, your luck is over!"

"Senior brother Deyang, knead him slowly. If you win too soon, it won't look good!"

“……”

With abuse, Su Moyu and Deyang ascended the stage. The difference is that Deyang, with high toes and high spirits, waved to the audience frequently and laughed wildly from time to time.

Su Moyu, on the other side, frowned at the audience and said to himself, "are these guys flies? It's really annoying."

After a long time, the voice under the stage gradually subsided. Deyang stood opposite Su Moyu with his waist crossed, looked down at the ghost sword flow disciple who was a little shorter than him, and said with a ferocious face: "boy, I will break your bones in a moment. It's no use even if you beg for mercy."

As he spoke, he took off a five foot long sword from behind. It matched his figure very well.

"That's Ju Jiao, a first-class sword. I don't think anyone can move such a heavy guy except senior brother Deyang."

"You want me to say that elder martial brother Deyang will be cut in half as long as he goes down with a sword to ensure that he can pick dung directly."

Listening to the voices of the audience, Deyang on the stage became more and more proud. He looked at Su Moyu contemptuously and said, "boy, do you know you're afraid now?"

Su Moyu was unmoved and slowly put his hand on the hilt of the Styx river. His eyes narrowed slightly and stared at Deyang opposite.

"So much nonsense, do you want to fight or not?" Su Moyu asked.

When Deyang was proud, Su Moyu asked, his face suddenly became gloomy and shouted, "you're looking for death yourself!"

Then, carrying the heavy sword, the giant Jiao rushed over.

Su Moyu stood opposite, hesitated, and decided not to use the ghost King step for the time being. Instead, he rushed towards Deyang's attack.

In front of this guy, his height and strength are real, and his breath is deep enough, but Su Moyu always feels that the other party lacks a shrewd meaning.

And his speed is not fast. Even if he doesn't use the ghost King step, he can also have an advantage in speed.

The two soon rushed together. Deyang waved a huge Jiao and hit it heavily, as if he was not holding a sword, but a heavy hammer.

Su Moyu saw the right time. When they met, he suddenly pulled out the Styx River from behind and turned up against the giant Jiao of Deyang.

A moment later, the two figures separated. Su Moyu turned slowly and pointed to Deyang.

The big man Deyang was a little silly at the moment, because his proud giant sword had been broken in two.

"How... How could it be?" Deyang turned slowly, at a loss.

A group of xuanjianliu disciples, who had been clamoring before, were also speechless at the moment.

"Is that... Styx River sword?" finally, someone recognized the origin of Su Moyu's sword.

"I see. No wonder you dare to go on stage. You dare to fight with your weapons!" someone said coldly.

Deyang gritted his teeth and looked at the broken sword in his hand. He said, "if there was no Styx River, you would be useless just now!"

Su Moyu over there sighed and said, "you mean, if you don't use a sword, you will beat me?"

Deyang gritted his teeth and said, "isn't it?"

Su Moyu thought for a moment and recited the Styx river again. He said, "come on."

Deyang was stunned for a moment. Unexpectedly, Su Moyu didn't use his advantage, but put away his sword.

"Well, then I don't need a sword!" Deyang threw the broken sword aside. It was obvious that he took advantage of it, but he had to pretend to be magnanimous.

"Just try the defense ability of Tianlin clothes!" Su Moyu smiled at the corners of his mouth, rushed forward and collided with Deyang again.

Deyang swung his fist round and smashed Su Moyu on the shoulder. He thought he had an absolute advantage in power, so he would seriously hurt Su Moyu.

However

A punch fell on Su Moyu's shoulder, but it made his arm ache, as if Su Moyu's body was made of copper and iron.

Su Moyu's shoulder was slightly heavy and hurt a little, but it didn't matter.

"Good guy, it's my turn this time!" he shouted violently, smashed his long-standing fist around his waist and went straight to Deyang's chest.

Poof!

One punch hit the target, with his strength and Hejing, beat Deyang back three steps, and the corners of his lips also saw blood.

There was silence on and off the stage, especially those disciples from xuanjian stream. They knew that Deyang on the stage was also famous for his strength in xuanjian stream. They didn't want to lose his strength on the stage today.

"Grandma! I'll hammer you to death!" Deyang became angry with shame. He returned with an arrow and punched Su Moyu several times. Su Moyu, however, did not hide and did not flash. With his flesh, he made the other party's fist hard, and at the same time, he bombarded Deyang's chest and abdomen with a faster frequency.

A duel of truth has evolved into a simple and rough fight.

But although it was a fight, the pressure on people on and off the stage was greater than in the previous games.

Just a few breaths, the two on the stage had exchanged nearly 100 fists. Su Moyu was only slightly injured by relying on the defense of Tianlin clothes. But Deyang opposite was miserable. Although Su Moyu was not as tall as him, his strength was no smaller than him.

After receiving nearly a hundred punches in a row, he was finally completely broken, his body protecting vigorous Qi, a mouthful of blood gushed out, and he knelt on the stage with a puff.

On the other side, Su Moyu just gasped slightly, wiped a little blood from his lips, and asked coldly, "now, what do you say?"