Su Man sensed the sword energy at the first time, but she did not make any counterattack, but stared blankly at the strong wind that was whistling towards her.

At this time, all the people watching the game were in their throats. He Haoze and Lian Liao even exclaimed regardless of their image: "Su Man! Hurry! Go quickly! Dodge quickly!"

Seeing this, people on Wu Kun's planet thought Su Man was stopped by the powerful sword spirit energy. Wu Kongming glanced at him and refused to look at the situation in the field.

The only surprise and puzzled person was Luan Yongping. He didn't believe that Su Man was stopped like this!

He clenched his fists, and silently cheered Su Man in his heart and throat: "Su Man, move, move..."

Just as the cold sword was about to stab Su Man in the chest, Su Man moved, and came behind the man with a flash of lightning speed, then raised his feet to the ground, kicking him directly to the ground, causing the man to fall into a jealous mud.

"you!"

When the man reacted, he wanted to get up and continue fighting with Su Man, he found that his bright and soft long hair was pulled into the palm of her hand like a wool being pulled.

Su Man pulled the man's hair back hard, and the pain made the man feel that his scalp was almost pulled off: "Stop it! This is not a martial arts move or a spiritual power move!"

Not only did Su Man not let go, but instead tried harder: "Have you ever heard such a sentence?"

"What?" The man wanted to resist but found that although he had just been pulled from his hair, he was unable to move. He wanted to mobilize the spiritual energy in his body, but found that as long as he used his strength, the spiritual energy would pass away like a waterfall. In this way, he could only grit his teeth silently and not struggle for the time being.

Su Man raised the corner of her lips slightly: "No matter whether it is black and white cats, it is a good cat to catch mice. And to you, whether it is a fist or a trick or a trick, as long as you can subdue you, it's fine."

These words made everyone laugh.

A string that was tense in the hearts of He Haoze, Lian Liao and others was relieved because of Su Man's funnyness.

On this side, Su Man continued to pull the man's hair while using his spiritual sense to observe the audience. Unfortunately, no trace of the man in the black robe was found. Among the people on the scene, Wu Kongming could not laugh, and his face was filled with unspeakable hesitation and anxiety.

Everyone kept sneering, and the people from Wukun even began to whisper to each other -

"That person is the first sword immortal on our planet."

"But it can't stand Su Man's kick."

"Did he seal this sword immortal himself?"

"Even if it wasn't his own, I'm afraid there is a deep misunderstanding of the word "Sword Immortal."

"I think it's time to reopen the martial arts conference, re-examine, select the existing sword immortals, sword demons, hammer madness, etc."

"Yes, yes."

“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha…”

These words fell into the man's ears without missing a word. Su Man felt his unparalleled anger and let go.

It was just this kind of blow that the man thought Su Man was a careless and negligent airplane. He grabbed the cold sword that fell on the ground with one hand, slapped the ground with the other hand, stood up with the help of rebounding force, and then attacked Su Man again as if he was crazy. This time he pointed directly at the key point again.

Su Man looked at the same attack and smiled coldly: "I have given you a chance."

The man: "..."
Chapter completed!