Su Moyu was blasted out by Cheng Jianxuan, full of puzzlement.

With such an obvious black line, why can't Cheng Jianxue see it?

He gritted his teeth and rubbed his hand against the blade of his sword, puzzled.

At this moment, someone behind him shouted, "Immortal Master Su!"

Su Moyu was startled, his hand shook, and his fingertips were cut by the blade.

Almost at the same time, the black lines on the River Styx danced wildly for a moment, and then sank into the body of the sword a moment later. There was a loud bang in Su Moyu's head, and golden words loomed in front of him.

"Spirit Sword Duel?" he read out word for word, but he was still confused.

At this time.

"Immortal Master Su?"

The voice behind him sounded again, Su Moyu hurriedly turned around, and saw that it was Deng Yulang and Ye Anzhen.

"You guys?" Su Moyu was a little puzzled.

But seeing that Deng Yulang's face was full of smiles, his eyes flashed with excitement that he couldn't hide, and said: "Thank you Immortal Master Su, both of us have taken the pill, although we have not broken through the realm now, but the meridians that have been reforged have opened up a lot, and it is not impossible to enter the cultivation world! Thank you Immortal Master Su." ”

Su Moyu said with a smile: "That's good, practice well first, tell me what exercises you need when you go back, and I'll go to the library to help you borrow it." ”

Sect disciples are free to borrow books from the library, but the miscellaneous servants are definitely not.

Hearing Su Moyu say this, Deng Yulang and the others were grateful again.

After sending the two of them away, Su Moyu sat alone on the cliff in a daze, and after such a mess just now, the words that originally appeared in front of him disappeared.

At this time, no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't remember what those words were written, and even the three words of the Spirit Sword Technique were a little vague.

Bowing his head and caressing the River Styx, the black lines on the sword had faded.

Su Moyu began to wonder if he was really wrong.

But what about the corroded sword?

It's weird everywhere, but at the moment, it doesn't seem to be a big deal, so I have to put it aside for the time being.

The first thing he had to think about now was how to defeat Dexuan.

Until then, everything is trifle!

The Ghost King stepped up at the corner of the cliff, and Su Moyu's figure kept flashing, recalling the Xuanjian Flow moves he had seen, and constantly slashing at the imaginary enemy.

In the continuous swing of the sword, half of the black lines that had seeped into the depths of the River Styx penetrated into his body.

After these black lines entered his body, they hibernated in his meridians, without bringing a trace of change to his body, so Su Moyu didn't notice it at all.

He practiced on the cliff flat for a day, and did not stop until it was dark.

After returning to the room, I casually made more than a dozen Qi Gathering Pills, and the fatigue of the whole day disappeared a lot.

For the next night, he didn't do any more cultivation, but carefully adjusted his body to achieve his best condition.

When the first rays of sunlight fell on the window the next day, Su Moyu suddenly opened his eyes.

The breath on his body was constantly churning, and the fighting spirit in his heart was also unprecedentedly high.

He pushed open the door, looked in the direction of the Sword Dance Flat, smiled, and then walked towards the mountain without hurrying.

A few handymen who had risen early passed by him, trying to salute him, but they couldn't open their mouths.

After his figure disappeared from the miscellaneous service hall, a miscellaneous servant wiped his sweat and said, "Immortal Master Su seems to be a little different today, I even struggled to breathe just now." ”

Another handyman said, "Yes, just looking at him makes me feel so stressed......"

Su Moyu walked very slowly, and it took him three times longer than usual to travel from the cliff flat of the Miscellaneous Service Hall to the section of the mountain road from the Sword Dance Flat.

When I came to the outside of the Sword Dance Flat, it was not long before the morning hour.

The news of the start of the final stage of the Great Martial Arts Test naturally spread throughout the sect.

Especially today's first battle, it is a showdown that has been fired in the past few months.

Therefore, there were a lot of people who came to watch the battle, and almost all the disciples of the entire sect had arrived.

In the center of the Sword Dance Pavilion, a huge ring was built, and the ring was full of people watching the battle, and everyone was discussing the duel for a while.

There are even some young disciples who secretly open gambling games.

"Three of them gather qi and disperse, and bet on Dexuan to win in thirty moves!" said a disciple.

"Eight, fifty moves De Xuansheng!"

"Five, bet on Dexuan to win in a hundred moves!" said the other person, in his opinion, this was enough to lift Su Moyu.

Although Su Moyu has become the biggest dark horse in the Dawu trial fight so far, if he faces Dexuan, no one is optimistic about him.

"Six, I bet on Su Moyu to win ......" A timid voice came, and a very young Taoist priest pressed Su Moyu a bet.

"Cut~" There was a burst of disdainful laughter next to him, obviously thinking it was funny for the little Taoist priest's naïve judgment.

No matter what Dexuan says, he is also the second person in Xuan Jianliu, even if Su Moyu really has the level of the top eight, but Dexuan is at the top four level!

And when it comes to cultivation time and combat experience, it is obvious that Dexuan is also superior.

It was in such an atmosphere that Su Moyu slowly walked onto the Sword Dance Floor.

Someone saw him and exclaimed, and then everyone looked at him.

There were a few Xuanjianliu disciples who were good friends with Dexuan, and they wanted to go up and humiliate Su Moyu, but when they got closer, they were overwhelmed by Su Moyu's momentum and forgot what they wanted to say.

Several Heart Sword Stream disciples stood alone together, looking a little out of place compared to the other Stream disciples.

"He's in good shape today!" The person who spoke was Xiao Jianyang, who was defeated by Su Moyu a few days ago, and now it seems that the events of that day did not bring him much harm.

Beside him, Han Yan, who had been locked up for a few days, was also on the list, and after she saw Su Moyu, she wanted to go over and tell him about the incident of the Yan Explosion Fu that day.

But as soon as he took a step, he was stopped by the senior sister: "If you talk to him now, it can only affect his state of mind, just look at it." ”

Han Yan thought about it and felt that what his senior sister said was reasonable, so he had to lower his head and bite his lip tightly.

On the other side, the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Flow stood together, and Jiang Qingwen, who was the leader, looked at Su Moyu's figure and gritted her teeth fiercely.

And the other disciples behind her also cursed quietly.

Only Du Ziyi pinched the placket of his clothes and silently cheered for Su Moyu.

As the protagonist, Su Moyu did not have much mood swings, and still walked forward step by step with great rhythm.

When he stepped on the ring with one foot, the gong sound of the beginning of the final stage of the Dawu test sounded at the same time.

"The timing was just right. Su Moyu raised his head and looked at Dexuan who came up from the other side of the ring.

A referee stepped onto the high platform, looked around the field for a week, and shouted: "The first battle of the first round of the final stage of the Great Martial Arts Test, Xuanjian Liude Xuan vs. Ghost Sword Tassel Mo Yu, start!"