These sighs were full of regret, because Dexuan was not in Group D.

According to this year's competition system, only by winning the first place in Group D can Su Moyu meet Dexuan in the quarterfinals.

However, no one thought he had a chance of getting that spot, as each of the eight groups had a recognized seed.

In the eyes of everyone, these eight people are almost certain to enter the quarterfinals. Now that Su Moyu and Dexuan are in different groups, the two obviously can't meet.

"Fight well!" Cheng Jianxue ignored the people around him and gently patted Su Moyu's shoulder.

Su Moyu nodded heavily, and then under the guidance of a young disciple, he went to a corner of the Sword Dance Pavilion.

The Sword Dance Flat is an extremely open flat land, which is usually the place where the disciples of the Xuanjian Stream collectively practice swords, which is enough to accommodate thousands of people to dance the sword at the same time.

Today, in order to hold the big martial arts test, it was artificially divided into eight divisions, each of which set up a temporary ring, and under each ring, a large number of people were gathered at this moment.

Su Moyu was led to the ring of Group D, and looked at the people around him pointing at him, he was still a little awkward in his heart, so he simply twisted his face to the side and looked at the scenery in the distance.

At this moment, there was a burst of exclamations from the Group C ring next to the D ring, which attracted everyone's attention almost immediately.

Su Moyu went to the prestige, and saw Jiang Qingwen, who was dressed in fluttering white, on the stage in the ring of Group C.

Opposite Jiang Qingwen was a male disciple who was a little panicked.

Su Moyu was far away and couldn't hear what the two said, so after seeing the two of them saluting, they started fighting.

The male disciple made the first move, and with a swing of the sword in his hand, a cyan sword qi flew out and rushed towards Jiang Qingwen at an extremely fast speed.

saw that Jiang Qingwen did not use her sword to meet her, but dodged with her bare hands, and after giving up seven swords in a row, she shook her sleeves and summoned her sword.

And when it was called, it was eleven colorful air swords.

"Yes...... It's Tianluo Sword!" someone beside Su Moyu exclaimed.

"Sure enough, it's Tianluo Sword, I have heard that Jiang Qingwen is the most outstanding disciple of Tianjian Flow, I don't want to actually cultivate Tianluo Sword, and I can summon eleven swords at once, it's really amazing!" the other person echoed.

"She's not doing her best yet, and I've heard that she's been able to summon fifteen swords the other day. Another person explained.

"Fifteen handles, how can it be only fifteen?" Su Moyu blurted out when he heard this. It wasn't the first time he had seen this kind of swordsmanship, but only now did he know that it was originally called Tianluo Sword.

He still clearly remembers that on the day he first went to Tianjian Mountain, under the stone forest that night, he saw dozens of sword shadows dancing with his own eyes that graceful figure.

He used to think that figure was Jiang Qingwen, so when he heard that Jiang Qingwen could only summon fifteen qi swords, he was very shocked.

The few people who spoke before glanced back, and when they saw that it was him, they all frowned and avoided it, as if hiding from the plague, which made Su Moyu slightly embarrassed.

At this moment, a man said behind him: "These are the two words 'only', and you are too light. ”

Su Moyu turned around and saw a lay disciple standing behind him, dressed in coarse cloth clothes, with a calm face like water.

"May I ask who you are?" asked Su Moyu hurriedly.

"The heart sword flows Xiao Jianyang. The man said lightly, and the color in his eyes did not fluctuate at all.

Su Moyu could see that he was really calm, not like Dexuan pretending.

"It turned out to be the senior brother of Xin Jianliu. Su Moyu hurriedly bowed again, he knew that the Heart Sword Flow had the fewest disciples, but each of them was an elite.

Xiao Jianyang nodded slightly, but his eyes were still staring at the two people in the ring of Group C: "Tianluo Sword is one of the three major swordsmanship of Tianjian Flow, it is extremely difficult to practice, and generally three generations of disciples can summon more than three qi swords, they can be called handsome." Jiang Qingwen summoned fifteen handles, you actually use only two words to describe it, I really don't know what to say about you. ”

When Su Moyu heard this, he felt a little in a trance for a while, and when he recalled the scene of that night, he couldn't help but wonder: "Isn't she the person who was there that day?"

Thinking like this, the battle in the ring of Group C has already been decided, and Jiang Qingwen is not surprised to take the opponent lightly.

As Jiang Qingwen walked out of the ring, Xiao Jianyang also took his gaze back, and after looking Su Moyu up and down, he said indifferently: "I am also in the Ding group, and before leaving, my junior sister asked me, saying that she has an old relationship with you, and if she meets you in the ring, she will take care of you." But my ugly words are ahead, if I really run into you, I can only try not to hurt you, if I let the water go, it will never be. ”

Su Moyu was stunned for a moment, but then realized that the junior sister in his mouth should be Han Yan, and he didn't expect her to be so good to him.

"Thank you!" Su Moyu bowed.

At this moment, a gong sounded in the ring of Group D, and the first battle here began.

"If there's any trouble, you can come to me. Xiao Jianyang left such a sentence and went elsewhere. He's at the back and he's still a long way off, so he wants to see the opponents he cares about, like someone in Group A.

After he left, Su Moyu suddenly remembered what Han Yan had said a few days ago, among the eight most popular disciples, three were from the Heart Sword Stream, could it be that this Xiao Jianyang was one of them?

The fight in the ring was fierce, and Su Moyu quickly put these questions behind him, and carefully observed the battle between the disciples of all streams.

There were people in the eight rings who continued to win, cheers came and went, and when the sun hung in the sky, the adjudicator in the ring finally shouted: "In the next game, the No. 37 ghost sword tassel Mo Yu, the No. 38 Yan Sword flow Wu Peng!"

There was a moment of silence in the ring of the D group, and then there was an earth-shaking noise, if you just look at the size of the sound, it is almost louder than when Jiang Qingwen took the stage.

But the difference is that there are most humiliations and abuses to Su Moyu's voice.

Su Moyu took a deep breath and slowly stepped into the ring, and before him, Wu Peng, who was a member of the Yan Sword Stream, was already standing on the stage.

"Throw in the towel, you don't have a chance. Before Su Moyu could stand still, Wu Peng opened his mouth.

Su Moyu frowned and said, "Do you Yan Sword Flow only act as heroes in your mouths?"

Wu Peng's face changed, he pulled out the sword behind his back, and said coldly: "I gave you a chance, but you don't know whether you live or die, now even if you want to kneel down and beg me, it's too late!"

Everyone in the ring listened to Wu Peng's imposing announcement, and immediately cheered.

Su Moyu sighed, reached out and touched the hilt of the sword, but took it back again.

Because he could sense that the aura of the guy on the other side seemed to be very normal, and he shouldn't have used his sword yet.

His action fell in Wu Peng's eyes, but it was a naked provocation, only to see him sneer a few times, the sword in his hand was raised, and he shouted: "A sword startles out Sanjianghong!"

This is a very powerful sword in the swordsmanship of Yan Jian Liu, a sword out, mixed with the momentum of wind and thunder, and there are also three points of burning intent in it, which makes the crowd watching the excitement under the ring very excited.

Everyone was waiting for the scene of this sword piercing Su Moyu to appear.

But in Su Moyu's eyes, Wu Peng's sword was extremely slow, and his posture of the sword was full of flaws.

Thinking about it, after being hung by the two masters before and after the Ghost Sword Flow for a few months, how could he put an opponent of Wu Peng's level in his eyes.

Su Moyu didn't even bother to use the Ghost King Step, and directly collided with Wu Peng's attack, skillfully avoided it before the long sword came to him, and then reached out and grabbed the opponent's wrist. stretched out his leg to stumble on the opponent's pace, turned his upper body sharply, and threw Wu Peng directly with a standard over-the-shoulder throw.

The cheers for Wu Peng in the audience were not over, Wu Peng's body had fallen heavily to the ground, and he struggled to kick his legs a few times to stand up, but it was all in vain.

"Ghost Sword Tassel Mo Yu Sheng!" The referee in the ring was the first to react, and after announcing the results of the match, he hurried to see Wu Peng, and after confirming that the other party was not in danger of his life, he asked people to carry him down.

It was quiet under the ring of the D group, and everyone couldn't believe their eyes.

Over there, Su Moyu walked down the ring step by step, and the footsteps were very loud, sounding like a slap in the face, but I don't know who slapped it in the face.