Then, the five groups of battles continued.

On the viewing stage, Elder Wei had a faint smile on his lips.

Although it is not a good thing that Su Mo is an enemy of the Tian Alliance, Su Mo's strength still makes him very satisfied.

Within less than a year, he has gained this kind of strength. Even if his talent is not as good as Duan Jingtian, it is almost the same.

The second group of battle stations.

The battles went on one after another, and the first ten battles ended, and the second round soon entered.

In the first round, whether it was Su Mo, He Yangjun and Fei Kuang, they easily crushed their opponents.

Each person gets one point.

In the second round of battle, Su Mo soon came on the field again.

This time, his opponent was a young man with a long sword hanging on his waist and a very strong body.

On the stage, the strong young man looked at Su Mo with a slightly solemn expression.

"It's the Jueying Swordsman Huang Feiyang. I wonder if he can defeat Su Mo!"

"Maybe it is possible that Huang Feiyang's sword technique is so fast that he can't see the shadows. He is definitely the second only to the top ten disciples of the outer sect."

Many disciples were talking about it in the audience.

"Su Mo, although you are very strong, it is unlikely that you will defeat me!"

The strong young man Huang Feiyang had no expression on his face and said in a deep voice: "Let me see how strong your strength is!"

"You can draw your sword!"

Su Mo smiled slightly.

Huang Feiyang nodded and immediately released his martial soul.

This person's martial soul is a silver long sword, with a level eighth level human.

"Clang!"

The sword was unsheathed and the martial soul was released. Huang Feiyang's aura suddenly became extremely fierce.

After a few breaths, when Huang Feiyang's aura reached its peak, he drew his sword.

"call out!"

Huang Feiyang's hand trembled, and a slight sword light flashed away.

The next moment, a twisted sword light suddenly appeared beside Su Mo and cut towards his waist.

Swish!

The wind blew under Su Mo's feet, and he shook his body and moved several meters away from the sword light.

Swallowing!

Su Mo had just stood still when three sharp sword lights were cut.

The sword light was as thin as hair, as fast as lightning, hidden in the void. If Su Mo had not been keen on perception, it would be difficult to detect it.

laugh!

The sword light cut through Su Mo's figure, and the figure instantly shattered.

It's a afterimage!

Immediately, Su Mo's figure was more than ten meters away.

"What a quick body move!"

Huang Feiyang was secretly shocked.

Few people can avoid his sword skills at the same level.

Generally, warriors with lower strength than him can solve it with just one sword.

"This Su Mo is really powerful, his body skills are so extraordinary!"

"Yes! This speed is almost up to Senior Brother Ling Muchen!"

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The disciples watching the audience were also amazed at Su Mo's speed.

On stage.

"I see how you hide?"

Huang Feiyang shouted angrily, the sword in his hand trembled repeatedly, and his arms turned into countless residual shadows

Swallows swishes swishes swishes ~~~

The sword light shone, the sword energy shot, and the fine and sharp sword energy cut across, forming a large net to sweep the entire battle platform.

Swish~

Su Mo is like a willow catkins, shuttled through the sword energy, floating and eased.

"How is this... possible?"

Huang Feiyang's face could not hide his shock.

"Your swordsmanship is good, but your attack power is too weak!"

A faint voice sounded from Su Mo's mouth: "What I chased after was one force to descend ten times, and use force to break all methods."

The next moment, Su Mo's figure suddenly stopped and he stopped dodging.

roar!

The roar of a tiger echoed, and Su Mo's fists were like tigers, constantly bombarding out.

Boom boom!!

The tiger roared, the fist flowed, and in the blink of an eye all the sword energy was destroyed.

"Dragons travel around the world!"

With Su Mo's whistle, a huge fist shadow pierced through the void.

hold head high!

There is a god above the fist shadow                                                           

"break!"

Huang Feiyang's face became extremely solemn, holding swords in both hands, slashing towards the fist shadow like lightning.

boom!!

With one blow, the whistling fist shadow, the force of the beast was as strong as that of the prehistoric beasts, Huang Feiyang's figure was instantly shrunk for dozens of meters and fell directly under the battlefield.

"I've given up!"

Su Mo nodded to the other party and then walked off the battlefield.

Huang Feiyang stood in the audience, his face changed, and finally sighed helplessly.

The opponent's strength is far superior to his own, so he is already showing mercy.

Su Mo's strength once again gave everyone a new understanding.

The strength he has shown now is already qualified to compete with the next few of the top ten disciples of the outer sect.

"snort!"

He Yangjun snorted coldly, with a sneer on his face.

"The higher you climb, the heavier you will fall!"

The game continues.

However, because one person died in the second group, he could no longer fight in one round of ten battles.

Therefore, the last one extra person will choose your opponent freely.

In the next three rounds of battles, Su Mo won easily, effortlessly.

He has scored five points.

During this period, he also met another disciple of the Tianmeng League.

But the man's face changed for a while, and in the end he didn't dare to come on stage and decisively admitted defeat.

oh!!!

At this time, bursts of excited shouts suddenly broke out around the fourth group of battle platforms.

Su Mo turned around and found that it was Nangong Linjue, who met Mei Ling, the eighth-ranked disciple among the top ten disciples.

Mei Ling is a tall and light-shaped woman.

Although his appearance is not as good as Duan Bingye, he is also very beautiful.
To be continued...