Peerless God Lord

Ao Wushuang put his left hand behind his back and stretched out his right hand.

"Huo Ling, I will use half of my strength. I hope you can catch a move!"

Ao Wushuang said calmly.

Ao Wushuang's words were extremely arrogant. The implication was that even if he only used half of his strength, Huo Ling might not be able to catch his move.

However, among the hundreds of thousands of people in the entire ancient martial arts arena, no one thought Ao Wushuang was arrogant when they heard what he said.

Even with the same level of cultivation, no one in the entire Hongyu generation could be a match for Ao Wushuang, not to mention that now Ao Wushuang has entered the fifth level of the True Spirit Realm, and his cultivation level is one level higher than Huo Ling.

"You take action!"

Huo Ling nodded solemnly, and then immediately pulled out the long sword. The momentum in his body surged wildly. In an instant, he adjusted his energy and spirit to the peak state, with flames burning all over his body and waves of fire surging.

Ao Wushuang's broad palm slowly clenched into a fist, and without any fancy, he punched straight out.

"The Emperor's Divine Fist—the fist determines the country!"

The huge fist power was extremely domineering and unstoppable. The air within a hundred meters radius exploded instantly, and the fist flashed before Huo Ling's eyes.

"open!"

Huo Ling roared angrily, holding the knife with both hands, activating the true energy in his body, and slashed out with one strike.

boom!

The long sword hit the fist, and a shocking explosion shook the world. Huo Ling's body shot backwards instantly.

With one punch, Huo Ling was blown away, flew out of the fighting platform, flew ten miles, and landed under the viewing platform.

Everyone couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

too strong!

With half the strength, one punch can send Huo Ling flying for more than ten miles!

This kind of strength has surpassed Huoling by far!

"Ao Wushuang is really too strong. With such great strength, it is impossible for anyone to challenge his status!"

"With the same level of cultivation, Ao Wushuang is invincible. Now that Ao Wushuang is one level higher than others, he can easily crush others!"

"This kind of terrifying strength is enough to defeat a peak warrior at the eighth level of the True Spirit Realm!"

Everyone was shocked, and countless people were impressed by Ao Wushuang's strength. Even some of the older generation Zhen Gang Realm experts couldn't help but secretly sigh. When Ao Wushuang was his age, they probably didn't even have 30% of the opponent's strength.

Wu Sheng, Mo Yue, Ninth Princess and other geniuses who wanted to challenge Ao Wushuang all had their faces frozen at this moment.

This kind of strength gave them a sense of powerlessness.

Even the Ninth Princess, who had a little confidence before, couldn't help but shake her head secretly.

Su Mo narrowed his eyes until only a thin slit remained.

powerful!

too strong!

There is no doubt that Ao Wushuang is the strongest among the young generation Su Mo has ever seen.

Of course, this is only limited to the macro domain, excluding Shangguan Hao.

If he didn't use Devouring Martial Soul and Nirvana Sword Qi, Su Mo felt that he would definitely not be Ao Wushuang's opponent.

Even if he uses Devouring Martial Soul and Nirvana Sword Qi, Su Mo still has no confidence!

Su Mo had never tried the power of the Nirvana Sword Qi, and he had no idea of ​​its specific power.

On the battlefield, Ao Wushuang stood proudly, like a true emperor and an eternal emperor, looking at the Huoling Tomb in the distance.

"Huo Ling, you should be able to see the difference now, right?" Ao Wushuang shouted proudly.

Huo Ling looked gloomy and fell silent.

After a while, Huo Ling nodded blankly. The gap between him and the other party was really like a chasm.

Devouring part of Huoling's dragon luck, Ao Wushuang's dragon luck reached ninety-three and a half feet.

Ao Wushuang looked a little solemn. According to this growth rate, by the end of the game, it would be difficult to reach one hundred feet.

However, thinking about the last few rounds of fighting, everyone will have to fight against the remaining nine people. He still has seven people to fight. After swallowing part of the dragon luck of the other seven people, it is not impossible to reach a hundred feet.

Huo Ling's dragon luck was smaller than others, so he didn't swallow much.

Like Wu Sheng, Mo Yue and others, the dragon luck is very powerful, and he can swallow more dragon luck.

After a while, the next battle continued, with Mo Yue fighting Nie Chong.

Although Nie Chong was strong and his Overlord Fist was even more fierce and domineering, he still lost to Mo Yue.

Mo Yue's combat prowess was no less than that of Nie Chong. He defeated Nie Chong with only a dozen moves using his sixteen phantom clones.

The next battle is between Wu Sheng and Hong Qingtian.

Although Hong Qingtian was not weak in strength, he was no match for Wu Sheng, and he was forced to a disadvantage after just two moves.

"Death but no life!"

With a figure like an arrow, Wu Sheng was less than ten steps away from Hong Qingtian in a blink of an eye.

Uh-huh!

The black cold light is extremely sharp, and the cold sword energy rises into the sky without any vitality.

When the sword came out, the air did not fluctuate at all. The speed at which Wu Sheng drew out the sword exceeded the reaction speed of the air.

"not good!"

Hong Qingtian was shocked. He couldn't block this sword at all.

"Eight Desolate Palms!"

A palm hit the sword light, and at the same time, Hong Qingtian's figure quickly retreated.

Chi!

A cold light flashed by, and the Eight Desolate Palms were torn apart in an instant, and a stream of blood shot out.

Hong Qingtian's figure stopped hundreds of meters away. When he looked down, he saw a sword mark on his body from his chest to his lower abdomen, and blood was gurgling.

Fortunately, the sword mark was not deep, otherwise this sword would be enough to kill him.

"Hong Qingtian, you are no match for me, do you still need to fight?"

Wu Sheng said coldly with an expressionless face.

Hearing this, Hong Qingtian was silent for a moment, sighed secretly, and nodded. He had no choice to continue fighting. The difference in strength between the two sides was too big. If he continued to fight, he would only bring humiliation to himself.

No one was surprised that Wu Sheng defeated Hong Qingtian in an instant. Wu Sheng was the person closest to Ao Wushuang in terms of strength.

Of course, now there is another Ninth Princess and a powerful Su Mo. It is not yet known which of the three of them is stronger.

The battle between Wu Sheng and Hong Qingtian ended, and soon Ninth Princess and Han Qianze came on stage.

Han Qianze was no match for the Ninth Princess. The World-Destroying Red Lotus was invincible, and Han Qianze's terrifying ice defense could not stop the World-Destroying Red Lotus' attack.

With one blow, Han Qianze was defeated, and with the second blow, Han Qianze was injured.

Immediately, Han Qianze stopped fighting and chose to admit defeat.

It was Su Mo's turn to play again, and his opponent was Duanmu Ying.

call out!

As soon as Su Mo came on stage, he used all his fighting power. He slashed out with sharp sword light without using any fancy means.

A simple, rough, and direct attack, but it contained amazing power. The terrifying sword energy attacked Duanmuying.

"Jade Palm!"

Even though Duanmuying unleashed her strongest strength and tried her best to resist, Su Mo's attack could not be blocked and he was instantly cut back dozens of meters.

There was a huge gap between Duanmuying's strength and Su Mo's.

With the second strike, Su Mo forced the opponent off the fighting platform.

After swallowing part of Duanmuying's Dragon Luck, Su Mo's Dragon Luck reached seventy-eight feet.

So far, Su Mo's dragon luck has ranked fifth among the ten people, second only to Ao Wushuang, Wu Sheng, Mo Yue and Ninth Princess.

The five of them also won consecutively and never lost. ***3***6***9***

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