At this moment, a few people came from outside the crowd, and it was the elders sitting on the ruling table, along with Cheng Jianxue.

"Your apprentice seems to be in trouble, and you didn't tell him how to deal with the swordsmanship of the Heart Sword Flow before?" asked the sick old man who had appeared in the Miscellaneous Servant Hall before.

"If you can explain the swordsmanship of the White Heart Sword Flow with your mouth, then Lingtai Peak will be finished a long time ago. If you want to win against them, you have to experience them with your own body and mind. Cheng Jian chose his stomach shyly, looking indifferent, but staring at the eyes of the ring match, he didn't blink.

Suddenly, a strange feeling interrupted Cheng Jianxuan's thoughts, and he subconsciously raised his head and looked in a direction outside the Sword Dance Pavilion.

"What's wrong?" asked the old man.

"It's fine. Cheng Jianxue shook his head again and again, but secretly said in his heart: "Delusion?"

And in the direction that Fang Cai Cheng Jianxuan was looking at, in the shadow of an ancient tree, a person slowly "grew" out, it was the red-robed woman who taught Su Moyu.

"Cheng Jianxue, the eyes of a good thief, were almost discovered by him. I wanted to see the outcome of this battle, but now it seems that I can't stay here for long, and I have to get down to business!" she muttered to herself, and her figure faded into place, and disappeared silently.

At this time, the battle in the ring was still going on, and Su Moyu received two more swords before and after, and the corners of his lips were already bloody.

However, he still couldn't keep up with Xiao Jianyang's speed at all.

How could it be? Just by closing his eyes and opening them, his speed suddenly increased to such a terrifying level?

If his cultivation really reached this point, then why didn't he use this speed when he attacked before?

Or is there something that you have overlooked?

At this time, Xiao Jianyang on the opposite side raised his sword again and pointed at Su Moyu's throat from afar.

Su Moyu was really nervous at this time, and he could even hear his own heartbeat.

Heartbeat...... Heart?

By the way, he had heard Xiao Jianyang talk more than once about the topic of mood.

Just before the fight, the other party seemed to have warned himself: if the mood is unstable, then he has already lost before the fight starts.

Master also once said that the heart sword flow is not good at swordsmanship, and they cultivate the mind better than the sword.

Is this situation related to your own state of mind?

Seeing that Xiao Jianyang on the opposite side had already killed him with another sword, Su Moyu simply closed his eyes and ignored it, forcibly calming himself down.

Rumble!

His whole body was blasted out at once, and he fell heavily to the ground, and a mouthful of blood could no longer be suppressed, and it fell to the ground drippingly.

But Su Moyu was not depressed, but his eyes lit up, and he said secretly: "I see!"

When the two were fighting on the stage, De Xuan kept frowning, and after seeing Su Moyu being knocked to the ground, he finally couldn't help but ask Lu Rongting: "Senior brother, that Xiao Jianyang's speed is obviously slower than before, but why can't this Su Moyu dodge?"

Lu Rongting snorted and said, "That is Xiao Jianyang's mastery, Su Moyu has already fallen into his heart." His world had begun to slow down, so even if Xiao Jian was not fast when he raised his sword, it was as fast as lightning in Su Moyu's opinion. ”

When De Xuan heard this, he couldn't help but be a little frightened, and secretly thought that the heart sword flow was really amazing.

At this time, Su Moyu had already slowly climbed up from the ground, he gently wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Xiao is really powerful." ”

Xiao Jianyang tilted his head and said, "Do you want to admit defeat?"

Su Moyu shook his head and said, "How is it possible, I just found a way to crack your trick, how can I admit defeat?"

When Xiao Jianyang heard this, he smiled and said, "Oh? ”

Just now, when Su Moyu's mouthful of blood fell to the ground, he finally found the reason why Xiao Jianyang's speed became faster.

In fact, it's not that the other party has become faster, but that he has slowed down.

To be precise, it should be that my reaction has slowed down.

A few days ago, he had heard from Han Yan that the swordsmanship of the heart sword flow is the sword of the heart, and the last sword is the sword that will fall in people's hearts.

To put it bluntly, it's illusion.

And as long as you are in the illusion of the other party, you will not be able to win no matter what.

But when it comes to how to crack illusions, Cheng Jianxuan has never taught him, and he has not heard of it from anywhere else.

So he had to figure it out on his own.

The solution he thought of was very simple: Isn't your inner sword the sword in your heart? Won't your sword end up in people's hearts?

So what can you do if I'm a heartless guy?

"Ahh

"What's going on with this guy?" someone wondered.

"I heard that the swordsmanship of the Heart Sword Flow can make people hallucinate, I guess Su Moyu is most likely hit by the trick at this time, and it seems that the victory and defeat have been decided. "Some people swear by it.

But some people don't think so, such as the pair of swordsmen and women under the ring, the two looked at each other and showed surprise.

You must know that if you want to crack the illusion, there is a principle that everyone agrees on, which is to disrupt the rules of your own aura operation, and then regain the truth from the chaos.

Although Su Moyu's current method looks like a sprinkling and rolling, I have to say that his direction is right.

Xiao Jianyang was also slightly stunned when he watched from the side, and after a while, he realized that he couldn't wait for Su Moyu to be freed, so he stabbed Su Moyu in the back with his sword.

However, the long sword pierced through his chest, but there was no resistance.

"It's an afterimage again!" Xiao Jianyang said hatefully.

On the other side, Su Moyu had already recovered, and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Xiao, I broke it." ”

Xiao Jianyang retracted his momentum, looked at Su Moyu and praised sincerely: "Amazing." ”

"Then it's time for me to attack this time!" Su Moyu smiled, and the ghost king started step by step, constantly looming around Xiao Jianyang, and four or five afterimages flashed in between.

He still didn't use all his strength, because he always felt that the last resort should be reserved for Dexuan.

Xiao Jianyang looked nervously left and right, he couldn't make a judgment in advance about the strange footwork of the ghost king step, so he could only be seriously guarded.

Finally, Su Moyu found a gap, and the Styx sword flicked and slapped it from top to bottom.

If he wants to knock Xiao Jianyang down, it's over, after all, the other party is not bad, if he can't hurt him, it's better not to.

However, such a sure sword missed in the end.

"I seem to be underestimated...... Xiao Jianyang stood not far from Su Moyu's side, the sword in his hand stopped in front of him, and said lightly: "Secret sword, dream flower." ”

After these five words entered Su Moyu's ears, his sea of knowledge exploded with a bang.

The scene in front of me kept flowing, and finally came to a sea of flowers.

Vines tightly wrapped around Su Moyu's body, firmly binding him to the ground.

Beside him, Xiao Jianyang looked at him quietly.

"You've fallen into a fantasy, I'm going to stab your sword in the head, and your real-world body will pass out. But don't worry, it won't cause you any damage, just a few days of sleep. I have to say, you are very strong, strong beyond my imagination. ”

Xiao Jianyang said, plunging the sword in his hand into Su Moyu's head.

This sword will fall in the heart, in fact, in the soul.

If you change to someone else, the battle will end here.

But Su Moyu is different, deep in Su Moyu's soul, there is something that will not be violated by anyone.

That is the legacy of the old creator god, the super tyrant system that belongs to Su Moyu.

When this sword pierced Su Moyu's soul, the self-protection ability of the super tyrant system was instantly triggered.

The boundless sea of flowers suddenly looked like a shattered mirror, suddenly shattered.

The two people in the ring stood opposite each other and did not move for a long time, and there was naturally a whisper in the audience.

"This is the secret sword of the Heart Sword Flow?" De Xuan frowned, to be honest, he didn't see the mystery of this sword.

Lu Rongting snorted, turned around and strode out of the crowd, and said, "Let's go, the surname Su is defeated." ”

The people around him still couldn't figure out what was going on, but when they heard Lu Rongting say this, everyone didn't have the slightest suspicion.

Because he is Lu Rongting, the strongest disciple of the third generation of the Xuanjian Sect, since he said that Su Moyu was defeated, then it must be Su Moyu's defeat.

This sentence spread farther and farther with him as the center, and it didn't take long for most of the people in the ring to know the news, so some people began to leave.

At this moment, there was a pop in the ring, and someone fell.

The people who were leaving the venue stopped, and when they looked back, their mouths all opened in surprise.

Because it was not Su Moyu who fell, but Xiao Jianyang.

And that Su Moyu was still standing in place, but at this time, his expression seemed a little embarrassed.

In an instant, two people jumped into the ring, it was the other two disciples of Xin Jianliu, they put their hands on Xiao Jianyang's veins, and after confirming that his life was not in danger, they were relieved.

But looking at Su Moyu's eyes again, it was a little strange.

The adjudicator also took the stage at this time, and after looking back and forth between the two of them a few times, he shouted in an unbelievable tone: "Ghost Sword Flow, Su Mo Yu wins!"

There was an uproar in the ring, and Lu Rongting, who had already left the ring, suddenly turned around and looked at the ring with a surprised face.

"Senior brother...... Actually guessed wrong?" This was the exclamation of all the Xuanjian Stream disciples.

"What a ghost sword stream!" Lu Rongting gritted his teeth.

"It's really squeezed in......" De Xuan was inexplicably flustered in his heart.

"Haha......" On the sword dance floor, Cheng Jianxue's unbridled laughter echoed.