Peerless God Lord

Hong Qingtian and Nie Chong were also defeated by Su Mo one after another.

In Su Mo's hands, the two of them only lasted three or four moves before retreating.

After devouring the two people's dragon luck, Su Mo's dragon luck had reached ninety-one feet.

Soon, Su Mo met Wu Sheng, the best swordsman of the younger generation.

On the battlefield, two figures stood more than a hundred meters apart.

The entire martial arts arena was surprisingly quiet. A duel between top swordsmen was rare.

Su Mo stood tall and straight, staring at Wu Sheng opposite him.

Wu Sheng was wearing a gray robe, and his expressionless face finally showed a trace of solemnity.

Su Mo's strength has already been revealed in these battles, and he is obviously better than him.

However, Wu Sheng knew that he did not have no chance.

In a duel between swordsmen, the outcome is often only a matter of a hair's breadth. Even if Su Mo is stronger than him, he still has hope of winning.

"Su Mo, your sword is very powerful. I'm looking forward to this battle!"

Wu Sheng spoke.

"I'm looking forward to it too!"

Su Mo nodded and fought with a top swordsman, which made the fighting spirit surge inside him.

Wu Sheng's sword was not carried on his back, but hung on his waist. He slowly placed his hand on the hilt of the sword, his sharp gaze firmly fixed on Su Mo, and the first level of perfect sword intent filled the void.

"Mie Kong!"

Wu Sheng's figure flashed and he quickly closed the distance with Su Mo. His sword was unsheathed and a black sword energy struck Su Mo like a twisted light.

This sword was extremely fast and sharp. The air passed by the sword energy was completely calm and there was no reaction at all.

Su Mo's expression remained unchanged, his hand shook, a cold light suddenly appeared, and he struck the black sword energy with his sword.

Bang!

The black sword energy collapsed and reorganized the next moment, attacking Su Mo's ribs.

Su Mo didn't change his expression. He had already seen this move in the battle between Wu Sheng and Huo Ling.

The sword light was like water, and with a slight twist, the sword energy was crushed.

At this time, Wu Sheng was approaching quickly and stabbed Su Mo in the chest with his sword.

The black sword light seemed to ignore the distance of the space. The sword light burst out. Before the sword came close to Su Mo's body, the sharp energy had already penetrated Su Mo's clothes.

A wisp of wind blade passed by, and Su Mo's spirit-slaying sword struck Wu Sheng's tip accurately.

clang!

There was a sound of metal and metal clashing, and the Wusheng figure flew back.

Wu Sheng frowned slightly. The power contained in Su Mo's long sword was obviously much stronger than his own. A single blow made his arm numb.

"You also take my sword!"

Su Mo flashed and slashed out with a sword that seemed to be slow but fast. No sword light could be seen, only the breeze blowing and the air undulating like water.

The sword light is like the wind, illusory and misty!

"sharp!"

Wu Sheng secretly praised him, but he was not afraid. He swung his long sword and chopped Qingfeng into pieces.

The next moment, the sword light hidden in the breeze flashed and struck Wu Sheng's shoulder in a flash.

Wu Sheng twisted his body and swung his sword to block.

clang!

There was another crisp sound, and Wu Sheng blocked this move perfectly.

"Awesome! These two are indeed top swordsmen, and their sword moves are hard to guard against!"

In the stands, a middle-aged man in the True Spirit Realm exclaimed.

"Yes! In a duel between top swordsmen, the slightest difference can often determine life or death!"

"I am more optimistic about Su Mo. After all, Su Mo's overall strength is stronger. Although Wu Sheng is superb in swordsmanship, his strength is still lower than Su Mo!"

While everyone was discussing in the stands, the battle on the battlefield had already entered a fever pitch.

Ding, ding, ding, ding! !

The sword light shines, the sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and the airflow on the entire battlefield seems to have turned into a sharp sword, cutting through the void.

Within a radius of several hundred meters, everyone was shrouded in the sword intent of the two men, and their sharp energy was bone-chilling.

In this battle, Su Mo fought very happily. He swung his sword freely and displayed his sword intent.

Su Mo's sword intention was the sword intention of the wind, sharp and ethereal.

But the meaning of the sword without life contains the meaning of killing without life, the artistic conception of killing everything with death but no life.

Compared with Su Mo's peak wind sword intention at the late first level, Wu Sheng's sword intention was obviously more powerful and sharp.

However, Wu Sheng's overall strength was much inferior to Su Mo's, and it was difficult to defeat Su Mo.

While fighting, Su Mo felt Wu Sheng's sword intent. The peerless sharpness and fierce murderous intent perfectly revealed the essence of the sword.

Until a certain moment, Su Mo suddenly felt that his sword intention had been sublimated and broken through some kind of restraint. The sword intention in him suddenly increased greatly.

The first level of perfect sword intent!

"What? Su Mo's sword intent has been upgraded to the first level of perfection!"

"How is that possible? Su Mo also hid the level of his sword intention!"

"Did you just break through?"

Everyone in the stands was in an uproar and screamed when they felt the sword intent on Su Mo.

Ao Wushuang looked calm and showed no surprise. He only had the first level of perfect sword intention. Even if Su Mo's sword intention reached the second level, he would not be his opponent.

The Ninth Princess glanced slightly, her face hidden under the white gauze becoming slightly serious. Su Mo's strength was rising again and again, and there was no bottom line.

At this time, the sword intent blooming from Su Mo's body had clearly reached the first level of Dzogchen Sword Intent.

On the battlefield, Wu Sheng retreated quickly and quickly distanced himself from Su Mo.

"How can this be?"

Wu Sheng had a look of astonishment on his face. He was sure that Su Mo was not hiding his sword intention, but had just made a breakthrough.

Moreover, Su Mo was able to break through after feeling his sword intention during the battle.

Because in Su Mo's sword intention, there was a trace of his artistic conception of killing everything.

In such a short period of time, he could improve his own sword intention by sensing the sword intention of others. This made Wu Sheng feel a bit absurd and unbelievable!

If it were really that easy to comprehend and improve sword intent, then everyone would be a master of sword intent.

Su Mo's understanding shocked Wu Sheng.

Opposite him, Su Mo stood with his eyes shining.

His sword intention level has already reached the limit of the late first level, and he is only half a step away from perfecting the first level sword intention.

Feeling Wu Sheng's sword intent, feeling the sharpness of Wu Sheng's sword intent, finally allowed him to take a small step forward. The sword intent entered the first level of perfection, and its power increased again.

"Wusheng, our battle must be over!"

Su Mo smiled slightly and said.

At this moment, his sword intention has been improved, and there is no need to compete with the opponent anymore.

boom!

Su Mo's aura surged, the nine spiritual whirlpools began to rotate rapidly, and his sword intent soared into the sky.

The Spirit-Slaying Sword in his hand shone brightly, and the sword's glow skyrocketed a hundred meters.

Su Mo changed his fighting style and started a violent attack.

Whoosh!

Su Mo soared into the sky, held the sword in both hands, and struck down heavily with the sword from a high position.

"Xiantian Wuji!"

Unparalleled sword power enveloped the entire space, and the kilometer-long sword energy exploded into the void, slashing the sky and cracking the earth, killing Wu Sheng like lightning.

Facing Su Mo's extremely powerful attack, Wu Sheng had no resistance at all.

With one sword strike, Wu Sheng was slashed back hundreds of meters.

With two swords, Wu Sheng was chopped off and flew out of the fighting platform.

After swallowing part of Wu Sheng's Dragon Luck, Su Mo's Dragon Luck reached ninety-three feet.

Currently, Su Mo still has two opponents, Ninth Princess and Ao Wushuang. ***3***6***9***

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