Peerless God Lord

Afterwards, the competition continued with five groups of battle stages.

On the viewing platform, Elder Wei had a faint smile on his lips.

Although it was not a good thing for Su Mo to be an enemy of the Tianmeng, Su Mo's strength still made him very satisfied.

In less than a year, he has acquired this kind of strength, and his talent is almost as good as Duan Jingtian's.

The second group of battle stages.

The battles continued one after another. The first round of ten battles ended and soon entered the second round.

In the first round, Su Mo, He Yangjun and Fei Kuang easily crushed their opponents.

Each person gets one point.

In the second round of fighting, Su Mo quickly came on the scene again.

This time, his opponent was a very strong young man with a long sword hanging at his waist.

On the stage, the sturdy young man looked at Su Mo with a serious look on his face.

"It's the Shadow Swordsman Huang Feiyang. I wonder if he can defeat Su Mo!"

"It may be possible. Huang Feiyang's Jue Ying Sword Technique is so fast that he can disappear without a trace. He is definitely a master second only to the top ten disciples of the outer sect."

In the audience, many disciples were talking about it.

"Su Mo, although you are very strong, it is impossible for you to defeat me!"

The sturdy young man Huang Feiyang had an expressionless face and said solemnly: "Let me see how strong you are!"

"Draw your sword!"

Su Mo smiled slightly.

Huang Feiyang nodded and immediately released his martial spirit.

This person's martial spirit is a silver long sword, level eight human level.

"Qiang!"

The sword was unsheathed, the martial spirit was released, and the aura on Huang Feiyang's body suddenly became extremely fierce.

A few breaths later, when Huang Feiyang's momentum reached its peak, he drew his sword.

"call out!"

Huang Feiyang's hand shook, and an invisible sword light flashed away.

The next moment, a twisted sword light suddenly appeared beside Su Mo and cut towards his waist.

Uh-huh!

Wind blew under Su Mo's feet. He swayed slightly and moved several meters away from the sword light.

Whoosh!

Just as Su Mo stood still, three more sharp sword rays struck him.

The sword light was as thin as a hair and as fast as lightning. It was hidden in the void and would have been difficult to detect unless Su Mo had a keen sense.

laugh!

The sword light cut through Su Mo's figure, and the figure instantly shattered.

It's an afterimage!

Immediately, Su Mo's figure was revealed from a distance of ten meters.

"What a fast movement!"

Huang Feiyang was secretly shocked.

His sword skills are something that very few people at the same level can dodge.

Generally, he can defeat warriors whose strength is lower than his with just one sword strike.

"This Su Mo is really powerful, his movement skills are so extraordinary!"

"Yes! At this speed, I can almost catch up with Senior Brother Ling Muchen!"

"..."

All the disciples watching in the audience were also amazed at Su Mo's speed.

On stage.

"Let me see how you hide?"

Huang Feiyang shouted angrily, the sword in his hand shook repeatedly, and his arms turned into countless afterimages.

Boo hoo hoo hoo

The sword light shines, the sword energy shoots out, and the fine and sharp sword energy cuts vertically and horizontally, forming a large net that sweeps the entire battlefield.

swish

Su Mo was like a piece of willow catkin, moving in and out of the sword energy with ease.

"How can this be?"

Huang Feiyang couldn't hide the look of shock on his face.

"Your swordsmanship is good, but your attack power is too weak!"

A faint voice came from Su Mo's mouth: "What I'm after is one who can defeat ten enemies with one force and defeat all kinds of magic with his force."

The next moment, Su Mo suddenly stopped and stopped dodging.

Roar!

The roar of a tiger resounded, and Su Mo's fists were like fierce tigers, striking out continuously.

Boom boom! !

The tiger roared, fist power rushed, and all the sword energy was extinguished in the blink of an eye.

"The Dragon!"

Following Su Mo's soft drink, a huge fist shadow pierced the void.

hold head high!

Above the fist shadow, there is a phantom of a divine dragon tumbling endlessly, and the roar of the dragon shakes the soul.

"break!"

Huang Feiyang's face became extremely solemn, he held the sword in both hands and struck at the fist shadow like lightning.

boom! !

With one blow, the roaring fist shadow was as powerful as a wild beast. Huang Feiyang's figure was instantly knocked back dozens of meters and fell directly under the fighting platform.

"Accepted!"

Su Mo nodded to the opponent and immediately walked off the stage.

Huang Feiyang stood in the audience, his face changed, and finally he sighed helplessly.

The opponent's strength far exceeds his own, so he is already showing mercy.

Su Mo's strength once again gave everyone a new understanding.

The strength he is showing now is enough to compete with the lower ranks among the top ten disciples of the outer sect.

"snort!"

He Yangjun snorted coldly, with a sneer on his face.

"The higher you climb, the harder you will fall!"

The game continues.

However, because one person in Su Mo's second group died, they could no longer fight two by two in a round of ten battles.

Therefore, in the end, the extra person is free to choose his opponent.

In the next three rounds of fighting, Su Mo won easily and effortlessly.

He has scored five points.

During this period, he also met another Tianmeng disciple.

But the man's expression changed for a while, and in the end he didn't dare to go on stage and decisively admitted defeat.

oh! ! !

At this time, bursts of excited shouts suddenly erupted around the fourth group of battle platforms.

Su Mo turned around and saw that it was Nangong Linjue, facing Mei Ling, who ranked eighth among the top ten disciples.

Mei Ling is a tall, lithe woman.

Although her appearance is not as good as Duan Bingye's, she is still very beautiful.

"Senior Brother Nangong, I won't let you defeat me easily!"

On the stage, Mei Ling held a long sword and had a serious face.

"One knife!"

Nangong Linjue said lightly, carrying a sharp long knife on his back.

Normally, Nangong Linjue would still be in the mood to play with Mei Ling, but now, Su Mo had aroused his anger.

I'm not in the mood to play anymore.

"One knife?"

When Mei Ling heard this, her pretty face turned cold.

Is the other party too arrogant?

Even if you, Nangong Linjue, are powerful, you can't defeat me with just one move!

"Take the knife!"

Nangong Linjue didn't want to waste time, so he took out his long sword and pointed it diagonally at the ground.

Uh-huh!

The next moment, Nangong Linjue's body rose into the sky and slashed down with a sword.

"Severing the Sky and Cutting the Clouds!"

Nangong Linjue shouted loudly, and immediately, a ten-meter-long pale white sword energy tore through the air and slashed down instantly.

This sword is extremely powerful, the sword energy is as fast as lightning, it destroys everything and is unstoppable.

"What?"

Merrington turned pale.

This sword was too strong, this sword was too fast, and he couldn't stop it at all.

boom! !

Without any surprise, with just one strike of the sword, Mei Ling was sent flying and landed far away under the fighting platform.

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Mei Ling's mouth, and even her robe was torn apart by the sword energy, exposing a large area of ​​delicate skin.

After defeating Mei Ling with one strike, Nangong Linjue turned around and walked off the fighting platform.

"So powerful!"

"It's so strong. He defeated Mei Ling, who is also one of the top ten disciples of the outer sect, with just one strike."

Everyone was shocked.

Nangong Linjue is indeed the number one in the outer sect, and his strength is astonishing.

In previous competitions, most of the disciples who met Nangong Linjue immediately admitted defeat.

The few disciples who did not admit defeat were also defeated by Nangong Linjue with one palm. No one could let him show his true strength.

Now, facing Mei Ling, who is the eighth in the outer sect, Nangong Linjue's explosive strength is unimaginable.

Su Mo looked at Nangong Linjue's back and narrowed his eyes.

This person is indeed not weak!

At this time, Lian was far away on another mountain peak.

Duan Jingtian, who was paying attention to the game, had a rare smile on his face.

Nangong Lin feels good and can focus on training in the future. ***3***6***9***

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