Peerless God Lord

The great elder finished speaking.

Then a dozen deacons came forward and took out the iron lots they had prepared for the disciples to draw.

Su Mo, Zhou Xin and others also stepped forward and lined up to draw lots.

Soon, Su Mo drew his own iron lot.

Group 6, No. 518.

This is the number on Su Mo's iron signature, group six, number 518.

There are more than 10,000 outer disciples, divided into ten groups, each group has more than 1,000 people.

Zhou Xin, Li Feng and Niu Xiaohu also drew lots and were divided into groups.

However, no one was in the same group as Su Mo.

Zhou Xin is in the second group, Niu Xiaohu is in the eighth group, and Li Feng is in the ninth group.

After being divided into groups, the four of them came to a fighting platform and waited quietly for the game to begin.

Because each battle platform is not far from each other, the four people are not separated.

Not long after, the draw ended.

A deacon presiding over the competition stepped forward and announced loudly: "The competition begins!"

"The first group, No. 16 vs. No. 825!"

"The second group, No. 605 vs. No. 853!"

"The third group, No. 102 vs. No. 467!

"..."

After hearing this, the disciples whose numbers were called stepped onto the corresponding fighting stage and started fighting with their opponents.

For a time, all the battle stages shone with light and exploded.

The first stage of the knockout round is very cruel. As long as you lose one game, you will not be eligible to fight again.

Therefore, luck is also extremely important in the first stage of the knockout rounds.

If you are extremely unlucky and meet one of the top ten disciples of the outer sect, you will basically fail miserably even if you have the sixth level of spiritual martial arts.

With each battle, more and more disciples were eliminated.

Some groups finish quickly, some groups finish slowly, and those that finish quickly will enter the next battle first.

"Group 9, No. 74 vs. No. 1019."

With the announcement from the deacon, Li Feng came on stage.

Li Feng is No. 74.

Li Feng's opponent was only at the second level of the Spiritual Martial Realm.

He is not Li Feng's opponent at all.

"Collapse Mountain Fist!"

On the stage, Li Feng shouted loudly and knocked his opponent off the stage with one punch.

After getting off the fighting platform, Li Feng's face was glowing with pride.

"Haha, I got a good start in the first battle!"

Li Feng laughed.

"Congratulations to Senior Brother Li!"

"Well done, Senior Brother Li!"

Zhou Xin and Niu Xiaohu were also happy for Li Feng.

"Group Six, No. 518 vs. No. 661!"

At this moment, the deacon's voice sounded again.

"Senior Brother Su Mo, it's your turn!"

Li Feng said.

Su Mo nodded and stepped onto the sixth stage.

"Su Mo?"

Su Mo's opponent was a young man in a yellow shirt whose cultivation had reached the third level of the Spiritual Martial Realm.

The boy in yellow shirt suddenly became depressed when he saw that his opponent was Su Mo.

"you know me?"

Su Mo was a little surprised. He looked at the other person carefully and thought about it immediately.

Guan Wucheng, this person was also one of the Fengling Island disciples who participated in the mission in Guan Wucheng last time.

"I surrender!"

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of the boy in yellow shirt, and then without hesitation, he shouted to the deacon who was hosting the competition.

He had participated in the Battle of Guanwucheng and was very aware of Su Mo's strength.

Not to mention that he was at the third level of the Spiritual Martial Realm. Even if he was at the fourth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, he could not defeat Su Mo.

Therefore, although he was unwilling to give up, he still decisively admitted defeat.

After saying that, the young man in yellow shirt turned around and got off the fighting platform.

Su Mo touched his nose speechlessly and walked off the stage.

Win the first battle without fighting!

In the distance, hundreds of disciples from the Tianmeng gathered together.

He Yangjun noticed Su Mo's fighting situation and a sneer suddenly appeared in his eyes.

If you remain proud for just a moment, your death will soon come!

In the next period of time, Zhou Xin and Niu Xiaohu came on stage one after another.

Niu Xiaohu was lucky. His opponent was only at the first level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, and he easily won.

But Zhou Xin was more unlucky. His first opponent had a cultivation level as high as the fifth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm.

Zhou Xin was also tough, and he didn't admit defeat, but was defeated by the opponent with a palm.

Time passed, and in ten groups of battle stages, half of the disciples, as many as thousands, were eliminated after one round of fighting.

Soon, the second round of fighting entered.

"Group Six, No. 518 vs. No. 932."

It was Su Mo's turn to play again.

This time, Su Mo's opponent was a round-faced young man who had reached the fifth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm.

"You and I have the same level of cultivation, so you will lose!"

The round-faced young man held a green spear, looked up at Su Mo, and said confidently.

"You take action!"

Su Mo shook his head slightly, wondering where the other party's confidence came from.

"Defeat!"

The round-faced young man rushed out, his body suddenly leaped into the air, his spear flashed with blue light, and he stabbed Su Mo.

call out!

The spear pierced the air as fast as lightning and was close to Su Mo's chest in an instant.

Well!

At this moment, the expression on the round-faced young man's face suddenly froze, and his body suddenly stagnated in the air.

On the field, Su Mo stretched out his hand and grabbed the oncoming spear.

"How can this be?"

The round-faced young man was shocked, but no matter how hard he tried, even his face turned red, he still couldn't draw the spear.

The spear held by Su Mo felt as if it was being suppressed by a mountain, not moving at all.

At this moment, the scene on the battlefield seemed quite funny.

Su Mo stood on the battlefield, holding a spear to the sky. At the end of the gun, a round-faced young man was hanging in the air with a spear in his hand.

"Get down!"

Su Mo said lightly, then with a flick of his arm, the round-faced young man and his spear flew out of the fighting platform.

In the second round of fighting, Su Mo easily won again.

Until the fifth round of fighting, Su Mo did not encounter any decent masters and easily won five games in a row.

Niu Xiaohu was eliminated in the third round.

Only Li Feng survived until the fifth round.

Half of the disciples were eliminated in each round. After five rounds, Su Mo's group only had about forty people left.

Among the ten groups of battle stages, the most eye-catching performances are none other than the top ten disciples of the outer sect.

No matter who their opponent was, they were all defeated with one move, extremely powerful.

One of the top ten outer disciples in Su Mo's group was Lu Shaoyun.

This man's blue clothes were fluttering and he was extremely chic. His opponent was knocked off the battlefield with a flip of his hand.

The top three disciples of the outer sect, Nangong Linjue, Duan Bingye and Ling Muchen, were even more relaxed.

All the disciples who met the three of them immediately admitted defeat.

So far, the three of them haven't even made a move.

"Group Six, No. 12 vs. No. 518"

Finally, in the sixth round of fighting, Su Mo met a master with good cultivation.

This is a young man in black robes with a cold face. His cultivation has reached the peak of the fifth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm. His aura is extremely powerful, even far beyond that of warriors of the same level.

Su Mo came on stage and the two stood facing each other.

"Hey! I didn't expect my luck to be so good!"

When the young man in black saw Su Mo, he immediately grinned: "I will definitely get a lot of rewards if I kill you!"

"kill me?"

Su Mo raised his eyebrows and asked coldly, "You want to kill me?"

"What do you think?"

The young man in black robe had murderous intent in his eyes and said, "Although you are very strong, it is your misfortune to meet me!"

The young man in black robe is extremely confident. Although his cultivation is at the peak of the fifth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, it is not much weaker than the average sixth-level spiritual martial artist.

"Are you from Tianmeng?"

Su Mo asked indifferently with a trace of mockery on his lips. ***3***6***9***

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