On the second day, Su Moyu got up early and came to the Sword Dance Ping again with Cheng Jianxuan.

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

Especially under the ring of the D group, because Su Moyu and Xuanjianliu had a new grudge yesterday, there were even more Xuanjianliu disciples who rushed to cheer for Deyang.

As soon as Su Moyu's figure appeared in the Sword Dance Floor, the noise rang out.

Cheng Jianxue didn't bother to pay attention to these voices, and ran to the ruling table alone to continue sleeping, only Su Moyu frowned and walked to the bottom of the Ding group ring.

There are still thirty-three people left in the D group, and after the deliberation of the adjudicators, Xiao Jianyang, who is the strongest, has a bye this time, and the remaining thirty-two people are caught and killed.

Although the number of people is less than yesterday, the overall level has improved a lot, so since the first battle, the noise against Su Moyu has gradually decreased, and it has been replaced by the sound of cheering for the people on the stage.

After more than a dozen games in a row, not to mention how others are, Su Moyu, who watched the game from the audience, felt that he had benefited a lot.

In particular, the civil war between Fang Caiyi's and his disciples of Xuanjian Flow gave him a deeper insight into Xuanjian Liu's sword qi.

At this time, the inquisitor stepped into the ring and shouted: "The next group, the ghost sword tassel Mo Yu, the Xuan Sword Liu Deyang!"

As soon as these words came out, the shouts of the D group in the ring shook the sky for a while, causing the entire sword dance floor to be watched by everyone, but it was Cheng Jian Xue, who should pay the most attention here, still lying on the ruling table and sleeping deeply.

"Boy, hurry up and kowtow and admit defeat, save yourself from being embarrassed on stage. ”

"Picker, your luck has come to an end!"

"Senior Brother Deyang, knead him slowly, it won't look good if you win too quickly!"

“......”

With a burst of abuse, Su Moyu and Deyang took the stage. The difference is that Deyang looks high-spirited, waving frequently to the audience, and laughing unbridled from time to time.

On the other end, Su Moyu frowned and looked at the people in the audience, and said to himself: "These guys, are they flies? ”

After a long time, the voices in the audience gradually subsided, and Deyang stood opposite Su Moyu with his waist crossed, looking down at the Ghost Sword Stream disciple in front of him, who was a cut shorter than him, and said with a hideous expression: "Boy, I will break the bones all over your body in a while, even if you beg for mercy, it is useless." ”

As he spoke, he took off a five-foot-long greatsword from behind him, which matched his stature perfectly.

"That's a giant Jiao, a first-order sword of spiritual products, I think that except for a character like Senior Brother Deyang, who is born with divine power, no one has made such a heavy guy. ”

"If you want me to say that Senior Brother Deyang only needs to go down with a sword, he will ensure that the person who picks up the dung will be cut in half directly. ”

Listening to the voices of everyone in the audience, Deyang on the stage became more and more proud, looked at Su Moyu contemptuously and said, "Boy, do you know that you are afraid now?"

Su Moyu was unmoved, and slowly put his hand on the hilt of the sword of the River Styx, his eyes narrowed slightly, staring at Deyang opposite.

"So much nonsense, do you want to fight?" asked Su Moyu.

When Deyang was complacent, when Su Moyu asked him like this, his face suddenly became gloomy, and he shouted: "You are looking for death yourself!"

After speaking, the giant Jiao with the heavy sword rushed over.

Su Moyu stood opposite, hesitated for a moment, and decided not to use the Ghost King Step for the time being. Instead, he rushed towards Deyang's offensive.

The guy in front of him is really tall and strong, and his breath is deep enough, but Su Moyu always feels that the other party is missing a trace of fierceness.

And his speed is not fast, even if he doesn't use the Ghost King Step, he can still have an advantage in speed.

The two quickly rushed together, and Deyang swung the giant Jiao and smashed it down, as if what he had in his hand was not a sword, but a heavy hammer.

Su Moyu saw the opportunity, and just when the two met, he suddenly pulled out the River Styx from behind his back, and reversed it against Deyang's giant Jiao.

A moment later, the figures of the two separated, and Su Moyu slowly turned around, pointing at Deyang.

And the big man Deyang was a little stupid at this time, because the giant sword he was proud of had been broken in two at this time.

"How...... How is that possible?" Deyang slowly turned around, momentarily at a loss.

The powerful Xuanjian Stream disciples who were clamoring in the audience before were also speechless at this moment.

"That's ...... Styx Sword?" Finally, someone recognized the origin of the sword in Su Moyu's hand.

"I see, no wonder I dare to go to power, I dare to love the weapons in my hands!" someone said coldly.

Deyang gritted his teeth and looked at the broken sword in his hand, and said hatefully: "If there was no Styx, you would have been wasted just now!"

Su Moyu over there sighed and said, "You mean to say that if you don't use a sword, you will win me?"

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

Su Moyu thought about it, put the Styx back on his back, and said, "Come on." ”

Deyang was stunned for a while, but he didn't expect Su Moyu to put aside his advantages and put away his sword instead.

"Okay, then I don't need a sword either!" Deyang threw the broken sword aside, obviously taking advantage of himself, but he still had to pretend to be generous.

"Just try Tianlinyi's defensive ability!" A smile appeared on the corner of Su Moyu's mouth, and he rushed forward violently, colliding with Deyang again.

Deyang rounded his fist and slammed it into Su Moyu's shoulder, he thought that he had an absolute advantage in strength, so this time he would definitely seriously injure Su Moyu.

However......

A punch landed on Su Moyu's shoulder, but it shook his arm painfully, as if Su Moyu's body was cast of copper and iron.

Su Moyu's shoulders sank slightly, and it hurt slightly, but it was fine.

"Good fellow, it's my turn this time!" he let out a loud cry, and the fist that had been gathering momentum around his waist for a long time smashed out, straight to Deyang's chest.

Burst!

A punch hit the target, and with the power of him and Hejing, he beat Deyang back three steps in a row, and the corners of his lips were bloody.

There was silence on and off the stage, especially those disciples from the Xuanjian Stream, they knew that this Deyang on the stage was also famous for his strength in the Xuanjian Stream, and they didn't want to lose their strength on the stage today.

"Grandma's! Lao Tzu hammered you to death!" Deyang was annoyed and angry, and he counterattacked with an arrow step, and punched Su Moyu several times in a row. Su Moyu didn't dodge or dodge, relying on his physical body to harden the opponent's fist, and at the same time blasted Deyang's chest and abdomen at a faster frequency.

A Xiuzhen duel, but now it has evolved into a simple and rough mutual fight.

But although it is said to be a mutual assault, the pressure on the stage and the audience is even greater than the previous ones.

In just a few breaths, the two people on the stage had exchanged nearly a hundred punches, and Su Moyu was only slightly injured by relying on Tianlinyi's defensive power. But Deyang on the other side was miserable, although Su Moyu was not as tall as him, his strength was not smaller than him.

After receiving nearly 100 punches in a row, he was finally completely broken by the protective body, and a mouthful of blood spurted out wildly, and he knelt on the stage with a puff.

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