Peerless God Lord

In this final battle between the top ten people ranked in Dragon Luck, each person will fight against the other nine people.

Of course, those who have already fought in previous games will not fight again.

Currently, Su Mo has six battles left, including the top five people ranked higher than him in Long Yun and Hong Qingtian.

These six people are all powerful, but the only one Su Mo is not sure of winning is Ao Wushuang.

After a while, the game continued, and it was Ao Wushuang's turn to play again. His opponent was Nie Chong.

In this final final, the rules are not complicated. Ao Wushuang is the number one player in Longyun. Others who have lost before will be the first to fight against him.

And in the end, the person who is not defeated will have the final battle with Ao Wushuang to win the championship.

Ao Wushuang and Nie Chong both followed the boxing route, and both had strong boxing skills.

Compared with the Overlord Fist, the Emperor's Divine Fist is obviously more powerful. Like Huo Ling, Nie Chong was defeated with one punch and had no power to resist at all.

Immediately, Ao Wushuang looked calm, put his hands behind his back, and flew back to the stands.

Perhaps because of his cultivation of the Emperor's Divine Fist, Ao Wushuang possesses the aura of a king, and his invincible posture is unmistakable, making countless young women's hearts beat faster and their hearts surging.

Next, Wu Sheng faced Huo Ling.

This battle is more interesting, a strong showdown, swordsman versus swordsman.

On the battlefield.

call out!

The black cold light in Wu Sheng's hand flashed away and struck Huoling like lightning.

"Break it for me!"

Huo Ling shouted loudly, the long sword in his hand suddenly glowed, the flames were blazing, and the power of the sword soared into the sky.

The sword swept out, and Wu Sheng's attack was immediately dispersed by him.

"Death but no life!"

The sword had no effect, Wu Sheng quickly approached Huoling and struck out with another sword.

The sword light flashed, and the sharp sword energy slashed towards Huo Ling's chest.

The light of the sword was like fire. Huoling's long sword opened and closed wide, and the sword energy was chopped into pieces with one strike. But the next moment, the sword energy gathered again and attacked Huoling's lower abdomen.

Huoling's face remained unchanged, the flames on his body were boiling, and a flame shield formed in front of him in an instant, blocking the sword energy again.

"Mie Kong!"

Wu Sheng's figure was like the light of a sword. In an instant, he flashed to Huoling's side and stabbed out with his sword. The air was completely calm.

Wave after wave of sword energy shot out, hitting Huo Ling's vital points all over his body. The sword intent soaring to the sky was cold and killing, full of murderous intent, destroying everything in front of him.

"Break again!"

Huo Ling shouted, slashing with his long sword, flames surged, and countless sword energy cut vertically and horizontally, filling the entire battle platform.

Bang bang bang! !

The sword energy and saber energy continued to explode, shooting everywhere, and the turbulence was like the end of the world.

BANG BANG DING DANG DANG! !

The two were evenly matched, and they kept fighting with each other at extremely fast speeds. In one breath, they would have fought dozens of moves.

The sword energy roared, the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, sparks were flying, and the battle soon became intense.

Although Huo Ling lost to Ninth Princess, Su Mo, and He Ao Wushuang one after another, it did not mean that he was weak. In fact, except for a few of them, no one else was Huo Ling's opponent at all.

However, Wu Sheng is not a weakling. His ranking in the last hundred rankings was even higher than Huo Ling.

Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding! !

After a short time, the two of them fought hundreds of moves. At this time, people with good eyesight could finally see the slightest clue.

Although the two are still evenly matched, the rhythm of the battle has been controlled by Wu Sheng. In other words, Wu Sheng has dominated the direction of the battle.

Sure enough, after dozens more moves, Wu Sheng completely gained the upper hand, and Huo Ling only had the power to parry.

laugh!

On the battlefield, the two figures suddenly separated with a line of blood.

Everyone took a closer look and saw a shocking sword mark on Huo Ling's shoulder, which was deep enough to see the bone, and blood was flowing down his arm.

Everyone lamented that Huo Ling still lost to Wu Sheng after all. In the last time, he lost half a move to Wu Sheng. This time, he still couldn't surpass him.

"Huo Ling, you are defeated!"

On the battlefield, Wu Sheng looked cold and said calmly.

Huo Ling's expression was gloomy. Originally, he was absolutely sure of defeating Wu Sheng, but the previous three defeats had dealt a huge blow to him.

Especially his defeat to the Ninth Princess and Su Mo made him feel quite traumatized.

There is not much difference in strength between him and Wu Sheng. If the masters compete with each other, even the slightest difference will affect the final battle situation.

The traumatized state of mind prevented him from reaching the peak of his strength. Otherwise, how could he lose to Wu Sheng.

After a while, the two stepped down, and the next battle was between the brother and sister Hong Qingtian and the Ninth Princess.

However, Hong Qingtian decisively admitted defeat.

It was Su Mo's turn to play again. This time, his opponent was Mo Yue.

On the battlefield, Su Mo stared at Mo Yue. His aura was rising. His peak late-level sword intent was blooming. The sharp edge cut the air around him into pieces.

Mo Yue frowned slightly and his face was extremely solemn. A few days ago, he received news from a sub-helm of Xueluo Palace.

The content of the message was to request Mo Yue to kill someone, and that person was Su Mo.

He originally thought that he could easily kill Su Mo in this final, but he didn't expect that Su Mo was so powerful and even surpassed him.

However, Mo Yue is not worried. Even if he cannot kill the opponent in the competition, it will not be easy to kill the opponent when the competition is over!

Because Su Mo was not a disciple of the seven major forces, but just from a small and unpopular force.

"Blood Demon's Big Hand Seal!"

Mo Yue shouted sharply, his figure rose from the sky, his body was shining with blood, and he struck out with a palm from a condescending position.

Suddenly, a huge bloody palm print came down from the sky, trying to suppress Su Mo.

Seeing the bloody palm mark from the opponent, Su Mo's heart moved slightly. At this moment, the Devouring Martial Spirit in his body trembled slightly, wanting to devour it.

It was obvious that the opponent's blood demon hand seal contained extremely powerful blood essence.

However, Su Mo did not use his martial soul to devour it. His own strength was enough to easily crush Mo Yue without using his martial soul.

Moreover, there are many powerful people in the Zhen Gang Realm here in the ancient martial arts arena. If one uses martial arts too frequently, it will easily attract the attention of those powerful people.

In short, Su Mo didn't want to use the power of the martial soul again unless it was absolutely necessary.

"crack!"

Su Mo stood on the fighting platform, unsheathed his Spirit-Slaying Sword, the dazzling sword light illuminated the sky, and he slashed upward with his sword.

Tsk!

The sword light slashed past, and the bloody palm prints were easily torn like cloth, but the aftermath of the sword energy still slashed towards Mo Yue angrily.

Whoosh!

Su Mo's figure soared into the sky and he followed closely. The nine spiritual whirlpools rotated rapidly and he struck out with another sword.

"Xiantian Wuji!"

The terrifying sword energy was a thousand meters long, crossing the sky and the earth, like a giant sword splitting the sky, slashing at Demon Yue angrily.

Mo Yue had just destroyed Su Mo's first sword energy, and when he saw another extremely terrifying sword energy roaring towards him, his scalp suddenly felt numb.

Only by being there can you feel how terrifying Su Mo's sword power is!

Uh-huh!

Mo Yue quickly dodged and did not dare to block the attack of the sword energy.

call out!

However, before Mo Yue could stand still, a sword light flashed in front of his eyes.

This sword light is illusory and ethereal, impermanent and uncertain, but it is also murderous.

"not good!"

Mo Yue was shocked. ***3***6***9***

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