However, the terrain here is an intricate underground cavern, and once you lose the target in the first place, it is very difficult to find it.

Su Moyu also knew this, so after turning a few corners, he immediately resorted to the Yin Ghost to hide his aura.

But with his perverted intuition, the sickle man chased all the way in Su Moyu's direction, and the distance was getting closer and closer.

Just as the two of them were getting closer and closer, the Scythe Man suddenly slammed down, for he sensed danger.

Almost at the same time, two explosions rang out beside him, which were the traps that Su Moyu had set with the Flame Burst Talisman when he fled.

The Scythe Man stopped, and although he was stopped by the explosion just now, his face was beaming with joy, because he was sure that he was chasing in the right direction.

But at this moment, not far from the sickle man, a human voice suddenly came.

"Uncle, what's that voice?" asked a slightly green voice.

"Let's see. An old man's voice said.

Before the words fell, this group of Xuanjian Sect disciples and the sickle man met in a narrow dark passage.

The expression on the scythe's face was a little gloomy, he glanced at the few people in front of him with his eyes, and said secretly in his heart: "Could it be that the two guys who were guarding outside were actually killed by them?

"Who's coming!" asked an old Taoist priest who led the team.

"It's important to get down to business!" the scythe man glanced at the direction in which Su Moyu had fled, feeling a little regretful.

When he looked back at the people in front of him, his expression became more and more distorted.

"Where did you come from?" asked the Scythe Man word by word.

"We're asking you!" a young Xuanjian Sect disciple asked at the Scythe Man.

In his opinion, there are many people on his side, and he has the support of his uncle, how can he be afraid of the other party's opponent?

But his words were still floating in the cave, and his head had already left his body.

"Formation!" the old Taoist priest shouted when he saw that the situation was not good, and the others immediately prepared for battle.

The atmosphere around was a little weird, and the scythe man held the freshly cut head in his hand, and asked impatiently, "Let me ask again, where did you come from?"

All that answered him was a chilling sword aura.

Just when the scythe man was blocked, Su Moyu, who was running wildly all the way to the distance, also stopped at this moment.

for he was also stopped.

The leader is Su Moyu, who is very familiar with it.

It was Xuan Jianliu's disciple, Lu Rongting, who was supposed to fight against Su Moyu in the finals of the Great Martial Arts Test.

And beside Lu Rongting, there are several young disciples of the third generation, and Su Moyu only knows one of them, which is Dequan, who has not been seen for a long time.

"When I heard last night that you were going to be executed outside the Xuanxin Palace, I was really angry. Because the opportunity to pinch you to death with your own hands was ruined by those nosy guys. ”

"Originally, I was too lazy to send you off outside the Xuanxin Palace, but I heard someone say just now that you escaped while the foreign enemy invaded. Someone asked me to take someone to the forbidden place to search, but I didn't expect to really let me run into you in the forbidden place, and I couldn't be excited. ”

When Lu Rongting spoke, the sword in the scabbard behind his back kept stirring and wanted to come out, and when he finished speaking, his hand stretched forward, and the sword automatically jumped out of the scabbard and fell into his hand.

"Come on, let's make a conclusion here, one-on-one, don't interfere with anyone!" Lu Rongting looked at Su Moyu opposite.

Su Moyu glanced back and confirmed that the sickle man had not chased after him, and his heart was a little more stable.

Turning his head again, he said to Lu Rongting: "I'm in a hurry, and I'm in a bad mood right now, so the next battle will only be my unilateral venting." ”

Su Moyu was telling the truth, because at this moment, he was still in the realm of the cave, and Lu Rongting at the moment was by no means his opponent. But Lu Rongting didn't think so, in his opinion, this was just a senseless provocation by Su Moyu.

Almost all of the other disciples present did not go to the Xuanxin Hall to see the executioner of Su Moyu.

They didn't know that Su Moyu had killed Renji not long ago, so when they saw him openly provoking Lu Rongting, they also laughed and stepped aside, waiting for the next good show.

In their opinion, Lu Rongting's own strength is a cut above Su Moyu.

And at the moment, Su Moyu was in an embarrassed state, obviously experienced several battles, and was not lightly injured.

With such a favorable time, place and people, they are all on Lu Rongting's side, what reason does Lu Rongting have not to win?

"The sword is pale and yellow!" Lu Rongting took a big step forward, and the sword qi erupted from the sword body, up and down a foot long.

This kind of pure skill is by no means something that ordinary three generations of disciples can make.

A series of applause and cheers sounded behind him, and Lu Rongting showed a smile on his face, looked at Su Moyu and said, "How is it?"

Su Moyu glanced back at the mute child on her back, she was still asleep, and her breathing was quite steady.

"Have you posed?" Su Moyu said casually.

Lu Rongting was stunned, then he was furious, the sword in his hand was raised, and the whole person rushed out like lightning.

In his prediction, Su Moyu at this time should avoid his sword with the ghost king step, and then wait for the opportunity to do it to himself.

For this, Lu Rongting had already been prepared, because during this time, he had been thinking about how to deal with Ghost King Bu, and he thought that he was very clear about Su Moyu's possible response.

But at this time, until his sword qi was about to pierce Su Moyu's cheek, Su Moyu had no intention of dodging at all.

"Why is that? What does he want to do? Could it be that he is stupid?"

This question flashed in Lu Rongting's head.

In the next second, Su Moyu took a step forward and took the initiative to use the Styx in his hand to catch Lu Rongting's sword qi.

And under this contact, Lu Rongting's proud sword qi was shattered.

In an instant, the two swords were entangled together, and the faces of Su Moyu and Lu Rongting were less than a foot apart.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and everyone, including Lu Rongting, was a little dazed.

Su Moyu's arm pressed forward, and Lu Rongting was forced to take a step back.

Without waiting for Lu Rongting to react, Su Moyu's second sword smashed over simply and rudely.

Lu Rongting also raised his sword to greet him, and in a blink of an eye, the two swords touched more than a dozen times in a row, and the two of them seemed to be striking iron.

At this time, Lu Rongting's realm was a high opponent, and he naturally had an advantage in strength, so these dozen swords fell, Lu Rongting's tiger mouth cracked, and his hands were dripping with blood.

But at this time, Lu Rongting still didn't want to change his playing style.

Because Su Moyu on the other side, as a disciple of the Ghost Sword Stream who is known for his sophistry, compared with his brute strength with the disciple of the Xuan Sword Stream, who is known for his domineering, if he retreats at this time, he will already lose this battle.

He didn't want to admit defeat like this, and he didn't want to admit defeat where he was good at, so even if he was injured in his hand, he persevered and fought hard with Su Moyu with brute force.

The speed at which the two of them swung their swords was so fast that a few people next to them couldn't see clearly.

Just when several Xuanjian Sect disciples who were watching were all shocked by this battle, the dense collision stopped abruptly, and a long sword flew out and was firmly inserted into the rock wall.