The people of the Xiaotianlang clan were furious. Su Mo was so cruel that Mo Lang could no longer continue to participate in the martial arts meeting.

However, they couldn't say anything. After all, this kind of martial arts is not considered a violation of the rules as long as it does not hurt people's lives.

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

Among the Xiaotian Wolf Clan, the leading Forest Wolf Half Saint said to the Ghost Wolf covered in silver hair.

"Don't worry, I will defeat Su Mo, so he will defeat him miserably!" Youlang said in a deep voice. He must defeat Su Mo, one is to vent his anger for Mo Lang, and the other is to win back the face of the Xiaotian wolf clan.

After all, the top genius in the clan was instantly defeated by Su Mo, which really made them lose face.

"Yes!" The Senlang Half Saint nodded.

At this time, the battle between Su Mo and Mo Lang had already ended, and the battle on the battlefield had continued to begin.

However, the entire martial arts arena is still noisy, and a large number of people are still discussing Su Mo, discussing his strength, and discussing his background.

It was Su Mo's performance, which was too amazing, making everyone feel incredible.

However, although Su Mo is powerful, he seems to rely on his strange ability and his true cultivation strength still needs to be investigated.

In the stands.

Su Mo watched the game quietly, and he could feel countless gazes 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, Emperor Lin, Tang Gu and other disciples of the Dao Sect had complicated expressions. The Dao Sect had lost all their faces before, but they did not expect that they would rely on a warrior at the eighth level of the Martial Emperor realm to regain their faces.

Su Mo couldn't sit upright, his ears filled with Feng Guang's nagging voices.

"Su Mo, how did you defeat Mo Lang just now? That purple mist is a war soul? What kind of war soul is that? It's so weird!" Feng Guang's eyes were shining, his face was full of curiosity, and he spitted out stars in his mouth, asking questions one by one.

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

"Hehe, then tell me, what is your purple mist?" Elder Feng Guang smiled. He was really curious. At the same time, he secretly guessed in his heart that no wonder the relationship between Zhenxian Saint Elder and Su Mo was different. It turned out that Su Mo was a monster. It seemed that Elder Zhenxian valued Su Mo's talent.

"This is the Dream Demon War Soul!" Su Mo said softly, without hiding anything.

"Dream Demon War Soul?"

Not only Feng Guang heard it, but also the elders and disciples of the Dao Sect around him, all thinking in their hearts, what kind of war soul is this? Is it related to dreams?

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

"Elder Feng, let's talk about it after the martial arts is over!" Su Mo shook his head, not wanting to talk about this matter in detail with the other party.

"Okay, let's go back and talk!" Feng Guang nodded helplessly.

At this time, the evil genius appeared on the battlefield, and it was Zhuo Jianhao, the monster in the sword valley.

Zhuo Jianhao was carrying a black sword on his back. He was wearing a brocade robe, with a tall figure, star eyebrows and sword eyes, and a handsome appearance. Even if he was not much worse than Yang Tiancheng, his temperament was completely different from Yang Tiancheng, and his entire body gave people an invisible edge.

The opponent he challenged was a genius of the Shining clan, named Ling Ye. Although his strength was not as strong as Ling Feng, he was also a genius among the Shining clan who could rank among the top three.

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

On the battlefield.

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

"Zhuo Jianhao, let me experience your natal sword formation!" Ling Ye said with a serious expression. Although he is very strong and has the ability to teleport, he does not dare to underestimate the other party at all.

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

"Is that so? Who is qualified?" Ling Ye narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard this. The other party was really arrogant. Did he not even have the qualification to see?

"Apart from 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 flashed with an unparalleled light of confidence.

This is the self-confidence of a demon genius, a kind of invincible self-confidence.

Countless people watching the battle nodded secretly. Zhuo Jianhao's strength was beyond doubt. Among the seven major forces, only five other monsters could compete with him.

As for Su Mo, he is indeed very strong and his methods are very strange, but his real strength is probably not enough to compete with monsters such as Zhuo Jianhao.

After all, Su Mocai's cultivation level is at the eighth level of the Martial Emperor realm.

"Arrogant!" Ling Ye sneered, and suddenly, his figure suddenly disappeared. When he appeared again, he had already appeared behind Zhuo Jianhao.

call out!

A cold light flashed, Ling Ye was holding a short spear in his hand. The short spear penetrated the sky, and the tip of the spear instantly approached Zhuo Jianhao's back.

"So fast!" Su Mo's expression condensed. Ling Ye's teleportation speed and attack speed were much faster than other Shining tribes.

Just as the short spear was about to penetrate Zhuo Jianhao's back, Zhuo Jianhao twisted his body slightly and instantly avoided the short spear.

The next moment.

clang!

A sword roared in the sky, and a dazzling sword light soared into the sky. It was Zhuo Jianhao who set out his sword.

The speed of his sword was so fast that it was impossible to see clearly. He could only see the cold light flash suddenly, the space instantly cracked, and the dazzling cold light hit Ling Ye.

"Not good!" Ling Ye's expression changed suddenly. He immediately teleported again, and with a swipe, his figure instantly appeared a hundred miles away.

After avoiding Zhuo Jianhao's sword, Ling Ye looked down at his shoulders, and saw a shallow sword mark appeared on his shoulders, with a trace of bloody red flowing out.

He was still swept by the tip.

Thinking of the other party's sword just now, his face showed a palpitations. It was fast, so fast! And it was extremely powerful.

"What a terrifying sword!"

“Too fast!”

"I can't see how the sword was drawn at all!"

"I am worthy of being a sword genius and a demon genius!"

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

Su Mo was also very surprised. Compared with the other party, his attainment in swordsmanship was too low.

For him, a sword is just a weapon, a simple weapon, but for a master of swordsmanship, it is a cultivation system.

This person's attainment in swordsmanship is absolutely extraordinary. He is also very curious about how powerful the other party's natal sword formation is, and he can compete later.

On the battle stage, after Zhuo Jianhao cut off Ling Ye with one sword, a sharp sword power rose up on his body.

"Telection is useless to me!"

Zhuo Jianhao's eyes were extremely sharp, and he said something to Ling Ye lightly, then took action. His arm shook and his sword stabbed in the air.
Chapter completed!