Peerless God Lord

The people of the Howling Sky Wolf Clan were furious that Su Mo was so cruel. Mo Lang could no longer participate in the martial arts competition.

However, they couldn't say anything. After all, this kind of martial arts was not illegal as long as it didn't hurt anyone's life.

"Ghost Wolf, you should know what to do in the next round, right?"

Among the Howling Sky Wolf Clan, the leading Forest Wolf Half-Saint said to the silver-haired Ghost Wolf next to him.

"Uncle, don't worry, I will defeat Su Mo and make him lose miserably!" Spirit Wolf said solemnly. He must defeat Su Mo, firstly, to vent his anger for Molang, and secondly, to save face for the Howling Sirius Clan. .

After all, the top genius in the clan was instantly defeated by Su Mo, which really brought disgrace to the Howling Sirius Clan.

"Yeah!" Forest Wolf Half-Saint nodded.

At this time, the battle between Su Mo and Mo Lang had long ended, and the competition on the battlefield had begun.

However, the entire fighting arena was still noisy, and a large number of people were still discussing Su Mo, his strength, and his details.

Su Mo's performance was so amazing that everyone felt incredible.

However, although Su Mo is powerful, it seems that he only relies on his strange abilities. His true cultivation strength has yet to be discovered.

In the stands.

Su Mo watched the battle quietly, and he could feel countless eyes looking at him.

There are people from the Taiyin clan, people from the other six major forces, and disciples of the Dao Sect.

Lu Gang, Lin Huang, Tang Gu and other Dao Sect disciples had complicated expressions. Dao Sect had lost all its face before, but they didn't expect that it would take a warrior at the eighth level of the Martial Emperor Realm to regain their face.

Su Mo sat still, his ears filled with Feng Guang's nagging voice.

"Su Mo, how did you defeat Mo Lang? That purple mist is a fighting spirit, right? What kind of fighting spirit is that? It's so weird!" Feng Guang's eyes were shining, his face was filled with curiosity, and stars were flying and crackling from his mouth. Asked questions one after another.

"Elder Feng, you have so many questions, how should I answer them?" Su Mo said.

"Hey, tell me, what is that purple mist of yours?" Elder Feng Guang said with a smile. He was really curious. At the same time, he secretly guessed that it is no wonder that the relationship between Elder Zhenxian Saint and Su Mo is not normal. It turns out that Su Mo is Monster, it seems that Elder Zhenxian values ​​Su Mo's talent.

"This is the Dream Demon War Spirit!" Su Mo said softly, not hiding anything.

"Dream Demon Fighting Spirit?"

Not only Feng Guang heard it, but the surrounding Dao Sect elders and disciples also heard it, and they all thought to themselves, what kind of fighting spirit is this? Could it be related to dreams?

"What abilities does the Dream Demon War Spirit have?" Feng Guang opened his eyes wide, like a curious baby, and continued to ask.

"Elder Feng, let's wait until the martial arts competition is over!" Su Mo shook his head, not wanting to discuss the matter in detail with the other party.

"Okay, let's talk about it when we get back!" Feng Guang nodded helplessly.

At this time, a monster genius appeared on the battlefield, it was the monster Zhuo Jianhao from the Sword Control Valley.

Zhuo Jianhao carries a black sword on his back. He is wearing a brocade robe. He has a tall and straight figure, star-shaped eyebrows and sword eyes. His appearance is quite handsome. Even if he is compared to Yang Tiancheng, he is not much worse, but his temperament is completely different from Yang Tiancheng. Different, the whole thing gives people an invisible edge.

The opponent he challenged was a genius from the Shining Clan named Ling Ye. Although he was not as strong as Ling Feng, he was still one of the top three geniuses among the Shining Clan.

This person was extremely thin, less than four feet tall, and looked like a ten-year-old child.

On the battlefield.

Zhuo Jianhao stood opposite Ling Ye with a long sword on his back, looking extremely calm.

"Zhuo Jianhao, let me learn your natal sword formation!" Lingye said with a solemn expression. Although he was very strong and had the ability to teleport, he did not dare to underestimate the opponent at all.

"You are not qualified to see my sword formation!" Zhuo Jianhao said lightly.

"Really? Then who is qualified?" Ling Ye narrowed his eyes slightly after hearing this. The other party is really arrogant. Doesn't he even have the qualifications to see?

"Except for Ling Feng, Yan Lantian, Yang Tiancheng, Youlang and Lei Yunhao, among the seven major forces, no one is qualified to let me use the sword formation!" Zhuo Jianhao's eyes shone with unparalleled confidence. Light.

This is the self-confidence of a monster genius, an invincible self-confidence.

Countless people watching the battle nodded secretly. There is no doubt about Zhuo Jianhao's strength. Among the seven major forces, there are indeed only five other monsters who can compete with him.

As for Su Mo, he is indeed very strong and his methods are very strange, but his true strength is probably not comparable to Zhuo Jianhao and other monsters.

After all, Su Mo was only at the eighth level of the Martial Emperor Realm.

"Arrogant!" Lingye sneered. Suddenly, his figure suddenly disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already behind Zhuo Jianhao.

call out!

A cold light flashed, and Ling Ye held a short spear in his hand. The short spear pierced the sky, and the tip of the spear was close to Zhuo Jianhao's back in an instant.

"So fast!" Su Mo's expression condensed. This Lingye's teleportation speed and shooting speed were much faster than those of other members of the Shining Tribe.

Just when the short spear was about to penetrate Zhuo Jianhao's back, Zhuo Jianhao twisted slightly and avoided the short spear in an instant.

next moment.

Clang!

A sword roared in the sky, and a dazzling sword light shot into the sky. It was Zhuo Jianhao who drew his sword.

The speed at which he drew his sword was so fast that no one could see clearly. All he could see was a sudden flash of cold light, the space split open instantly, and the dazzling cold light hit Ling Ye directly.

"Not good!" Lingye's expression suddenly changed, and he immediately used teleportation again. With a swipe, his figure instantly appeared a hundred miles away.

After dodging Zhuo Jianhao's sword, Lingye lowered his head and looked at his shoulder, only to see a shallow sword mark on his shoulder, with a trace of blood flowing out.

He was still hit by the sharp edge.

Recalling the opponent's sword just now, his face showed palpitations, fast, such a fast sword! And it's extremely powerful.

"What a terrifying sword!"

"too fast!"

"I can't even see how the sword is drawn!"

"As expected of a prodigy of swordsmanship and a genius of evil!"

Everyone was also shocked. Has Zhuo Jianhao finally begun to show his true strength? And this is an ordinary sword. I don’t know how powerful the sword formation can be!

Su Mo was also very surprised. Compared with his opponent, his attainments in swordsmanship were too low.

For him, the sword is just a weapon, a simple weapon, but for a swordsman master, it is a kind of cultivation tradition.

This person's attainments in swordsmanship are absolutely extraordinary. He is also very curious about how powerful the opponent's natal sword formation is. They can compare it later.

On the battlefield, after Zhuo Jianhao killed Ling Ye with one sword, a sharp sword power rose from his body.

"Teleportation is useless to me!"

Zhuo Jianhao's eyes were extremely sharp, he said something to Lingye calmly, and then he took action. With a shake of his arm, he stabbed the sword in the air.