Peerless God Lord

"The wind howls for nine days!"

The strong wind roared and strangled Yan Ba. The sharp sword light accompanied the strong wind, like a ray of starlight.

drink!

Yan Ba ​​shouted angrily, and tried his best to activate the true energy in his body. He swung his long sword and tore the strong wind into pieces with one strike.

But the sharp sword light flashed past his shoulder and struck him hard on the shoulder.

Poof!

The body-protecting energy was cut through, sword light flashed, blood spattered, and a foot-long sword mark with bone depth appeared on Yan Ba's shoulder.

ah!

Yan Ba ​​screamed miserably and retreated violently again.

Yan Ba's face was as pale as paper, and blood spurted out crazily on his shoulders like a flood.

In the blink of an eye, Yan Ba ​​lost weight and became depressed.

The spurted blood turned into streams and rushed toward Su Mo. Su Mo's whole body was covered in blood.

"What kind of magic skills have you practiced? Can you actually control my blood?"

Yan Ba ​​roared angrily, with a look of horror on his face.

Even an idiot could see his current situation. All his blood was rushing towards Su Mo, and it was obvious that Su Mo had used some kind of magic power to forcefully suck it out.

"A dead person has no right to know!"

Su Mo's voice was indifferent, and he kept moving his sword faster. The long sword turned into a phantom and struck out continuously.

Yan Ba, who was seriously injured and mentally depressed, could no longer resist.

Chi Chi Chi!

The sound of a sharp blade piercing his body was heard continuously. After one round of attacks, Su Mo stopped and returned the sword to its sheath.

Opposite him, Yan Ba's tall body stood motionless, with a frightened expression on his face.

next moment.

Poof! ! !

A line of blood appeared on Yan Ba's chest, neck, and forehead.

Bang!

The blood line split, blood flowed, and Yan Ba's body fell heavily, making a dull sound.

Su Mo glanced at Yan Ba's body with an expressionless face.

It was not too difficult for Su Mo to kill Yan Ba.

However, the opponent was a warrior at the seventh level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, and his body's true energy and blood energy were quite large. Su Mo's physical strength was greatly enhanced by just this moment of effort.

It can be said that as Su Mo was devoured in the battle, his strength was also slowly increasing.

The four stands, after a moment of silence, burst into flames.

"Powerful! Too powerful!"

"Yan Ba, the inner disciple of Fengling Island, is dead!"

"Su Mo is incredible. He must have practiced some weird secret method that can control the blood in other people's bodies and reduce the opponent's strength!"

"Su Mo has now won 102 games in a row, which is comparable to the record of Jin Yang among the Four Elites of Sky and Moon!"

The stands were abuzz.

The Sixth Prince stood up with a solemn look on his face. He also wanted to meet Su Mo.

A look came to him, and the sixth prince turned to look, it was Luo Qianfan.

Luo Qianfan sat not far away and gently shook his head at him.

The Sixth Prince raised his eyebrows, pondered for a moment, and sat down again.

On the tower in the distance, Elder Yuan and a large group of martial arts arena stewards looked gloomy. They didn't care about Yan Ba's life or death, they only cared about the losses in the martial arts arena.

Su Mo's winning streak had reached this point. Every time he won another victory, he would have to pay a huge price in the martial arts arena.

It can be said that if Su Mo wins 150 games in a row, the entire Sihai Martial Arts Arena will lose its annual income!

This is something that is unacceptable in the martial arts arena!

But if Su Mo really reaches that level, no matter how unwilling they are, they will still give out this huge reward.

Their Sihai Martial Arts Arena has been open for hundreds of years. They rely on their good reputation and cannot destroy their city walls.

Therefore, what they have to do now is to find ways to prevent Su Mo from continuing his winning streak.

"Who can defeat him?"

Elder Yuan asked in a deep voice with a gloomy face.

A group of stewards looked at me, and I looked at you, all with wry smiles on their faces.

After a while, a middle-aged manager said: "We didn't expect that after a hundred consecutive victories, he would not rest and continue to fight. Now he is contacting other powerful seventh-level spiritual martial arts masters from the outside world. I'm afraid it will be too late." It’s too late, so we can only let some of the blockers below do their best!”

"It's strange to say that this guy has been fighting for so long. Not only does he not show any signs of fatigue, he actually becomes more courageous as he fights!"

The middle-aged steward looked puzzled and let out a long sigh.

"No matter how strong he is, he still has a bottom line!"

Elder Yuan also sighed, waved his hand, and said: "Go ahead and make arrangements! Try to organize a group of experts and don't give him time to breathe!"

Elder Yuan had a headache. It had been a long time since there had been a warrior with such incredible combat power in the Four Seas Martial Arts Arena. For a while, he was powerless.

"yes!"

Several stewards were ordered to resign.

District 7.

Su Mo stood quietly on the battlefield, waiting for others to challenge him.

Whoosh!

A sturdy young man, holding a spear in his hand, stepped onto the battlefield.

"I'm here to learn about your brilliant move!"

The young man raised his fist towards Su Mo, flicked his spear, pierced the air, and charged towards Su Mo like a poisonous snake.

Boom boom!

Su Mo's fighting power was at full strength, and with his martial soul activated, he was cut off from the fighting platform with two swords.

This person's strength is far behind Yan Ba's.

After this period of fighting, Su Mo had a rough idea of ​​Wuhun's abilities.

For a warrior at the sixth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, activating the martial soul is enough to weaken the opponent by half.

And against a seventh-level spiritual martial artist, it can probably weaken the opponent's strength by about 30%.

Even if it is only 30% of the strength, it is already very impressive.

What if a seventh-level Spiritual Martial Realm warrior whose combat power is exactly the same as Su Mo's was suddenly reduced by 30%.

Su Mo was confident that he could kill the opponent within ten moves.

Whizzing!

In the following period, warriors kept coming on stage to challenge Su Mo.

These people were all extremely powerful and powerful, but they were still no match for Su Mo and were defeated one after another!

Su Mo's martial spirit, except that it was not released, had been activated to the extreme. Not only could he defeat his opponent faster, but he could also swallow up a lot of vitality and blood.

One hundred and five games!

One hundred and six games!

…

One hundred and seventeen games!

One hundred and eighteen games!

Not long after, Su Mo had won 118 games in a row.

The more battles he fought, the stronger Su Mo became. He devoured many other people's Qi and blood, and his physical strength increased again. His physical strength alone was already comparable to that of an ordinary seventh-level spiritual martial artist.

Whoosh!

Another warrior stepped onto the battlefield.

This is a short, stocky old man with shining eyes and full of momentum.

"It's Mr. Zhong who's on stage!"

"Haha! Mr. Zhong's defense is invincible at the same level. Let's see how Su Mo can break it!"

Many people in the stands recognized the short and stocky old man.

On the battlefield.

The stocky old man smiled at Su Mo and said, "My dear friend, I admire your strength. Although I can't defeat you, it's impossible for you to defeat me in a short time!"

The stocky old man was very confident and had a slight smile on his face.

"Oh? Really?"

Su Mo also became interested when he heard this. Apart from his sword power, he had already revealed his strength. His extraordinary combat power was obvious to all. He could say this, so he obviously had full confidence.

Buzz

The next moment, the old man released his martial spirit.

The old man's martial spirit was an illusory golden bell. It was not a high level, but a seventh-level human-level martial spirit.

The mouth of the Golden Bell Martial Soul bell pointed downwards, directly covering the old man completely.

The old man's whole body was full of true energy, which was injected into the golden bell. The golden bell suddenly glowed with golden light, so dazzling that it almost solidified.

"My little friend, my defense power is unbreakable by anyone at the same level!"

The old man said loudly, with a strong sense of confidence on his face, "Today, I will show you what invincible defense means! Take action!"

The old man was obviously not planning to attack. He just deployed his strongest defense and let Su Mo attack him.

The purpose of his coming to power this time was not to defeat Su Mo, but to consume Su Mo to the maximum extent.

In the old man's opinion, Su Mo would definitely attack madly when faced with his invincible defense. In this way, Su Mo's energy would be exhausted quickly. ***3***6***9***

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