"The wind howls for nine days!"

The strong wind roared and strangled Yan Ba. The sharp sword light accompanied the strong wind, like a ray of starlight.

drink!

Yan Ba ​​shouted angrily and tried his best to activate the true energy in his body. He slashed with his long sword and tore the strong wind into pieces with one strike.

But the sharp sword light flashed past his shoulder and struck him hard on the shoulder.

Poof!

The body-protecting energy was cut through, sword light flashed, blood spattered, and a foot-long sword mark with bone depth appeared on Yan Ba's shoulder.

ah!

Yan Ba ​​screamed miserably and retreated violently again.

Yan Ba's face was as pale as paper, and blood spurted out crazily on his shoulders like a flood.

In the blink of an eye, Yan Ba ​​lost weight and became depressed.

The spurted blood turned into streams and rushed towards Su Mo. Su Mo's whole body was covered in blood.

"What kind of magic power have you practiced? Can you actually control my blood?"

Yan Ba ​​roared angrily, with a look of horror on his face.

Even an idiot could see his current situation. All his blood was rushing towards Su Mo, and it was obvious that Su Mo had used some kind of magic power to forcefully suck it out.

"A dead person has no right to know!"

Su Mo's voice was indifferent, his hand did not stop at all, his sword skills were faster, the long sword turned into a phantom, and he struck out continuously.

Yan Ba, who was seriously injured and mentally depressed, could no longer resist.

Chi Chi Chi!

The sound of the sharp blade piercing flesh could be heard continuously. After one round of attacks, Su Mo stopped and returned the sword to its sheath.

Opposite him, Yan Ba's tall body stood motionless, with a frightened expression on his face.

The next moment.

Puff!!!

A line of blood appeared on Yan Ba's chest, neck, and forehead.

Bang!

The blood line split, blood flowed, and Yan Ba's body fell heavily, making a dull sound.

Su Mo glanced at Yan Ba's body, his face expressionless.

It was not too difficult for Su Mo to kill Yan Ba.

However, the opponent was a warrior at the seventh level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, and his body's true energy and blood energy were quite large. Su Mo's physical strength increased a lot with just this moment of effort.

It can be said that as Su Mo was devoured in the battle, his strength was gradually increasing.

After a moment of silence, the stands in all directions burst into flames.

"Powerful! Too powerful!"

"Yan Ba, the inner disciple of Fengling Island, is dead!"

"Su Mo is incredible. He must have practiced some weird secret method that can control the blood in other people's bodies and reduce the opponent's strength!"

"Su Mo has now won 102 games in a row, which is comparable to the record of Jin Yang among the Four Elites of Sky and Moon!"

The stands were filled with excitement.

The Sixth Prince stood up with a solemn look on his face. He also wanted to meet Su Mo.

A glance came to him, and the sixth prince turned to look, it was Luo Qianfan.

Luo Qianfan sat not far away and gently shook his head at him.

The Sixth Prince raised his eyebrows, thought for a moment, and sat down again.

On the tower in the distance, Elder Yuan and a large group of martial arts arena stewards looked gloomy. They didn't care about Yan Ba's life or death, they only cared about the losses in the martial arts arena.

Su Mo's winning streak has reached this point. Every time he wins another victory, he has to pay a huge price in the martial arts arena.

It can be said that if Su Mo wins 150 games in a row, the entire Sihai Martial Arts Arena will lose its annual income!

This is something that is unacceptable in the martial arts arena!

But if Su Mo really reaches that level, they will give out this huge reward no matter how unwilling they are.

Their Sihai Martial Arts Arena has been open for hundreds of years. They rely on their good reputation and cannot destroy their city walls.

Therefore, what they have to do now is to find ways to prevent Su Mo from continuing his winning streak.

"Who can defeat him?"

Elder Yuan asked with a gloomy face.

A group of stewards looked at each other, each with a wry smile on his face.

After a while, a middle-aged manager said: "We didn't expect that after a hundred consecutive victories, he would not rest and continue to fight. Now he would contact other powerful seventh-level spiritual martial arts masters from the outside world. I'm afraid it would be too late.

It’s too late, so we can only let some of the blockers below do their best!”

"It's strange to say that this guy has been fighting for so long. Not only does he not show any signs of fatigue, he actually becomes more courageous as he fights!"

The middle-aged steward looked puzzled and let out a long sigh.

"No matter how strong he is, he still has a bottom line!"

Elder Yuan also sighed, waved his hand, and said: "Go ahead and make arrangements! Try to organize a group of experts and don't give him time to breathe!"

Elder Yuan had a headache. It had been a long time since there had been such a powerful warrior in the Four Seas Martial Arts Arena. For a while, he was powerless.

"yes!"

Several stewards were ordered to resign.

District 7.

Su Mo stood quietly on the battlefield, waiting for others to challenge him.

Whoosh!

A sturdy young man, holding a spear in his hand, stepped onto the battlefield.

"I'm here to learn about your brilliant strategy!"

The young man raised his fist towards Su Mo, flicked his spear, pierced the air, and charged towards Su Mo like a poisonous snake.

Boom boom!

Su Mo's fighting power was at full strength, and with his martial soul activated, he cut the man off the fighting platform with two swords.

This person's strength is far inferior to that of Yan Ba.

After this period of fighting, Su Mo had a rough idea of ​​Wuhun's abilities.

For a warrior at the sixth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, activating the martial soul is enough to weaken the opponent by half.

And against a seventh-level spiritual martial artist, it can probably weaken the opponent's strength by about 30%.

Even if it is only 30% of the strength, it is already very impressive.

What if a seventh-level Spiritual Martial Realm warrior whose combat power is exactly the same as Su Mo's is suddenly reduced by 30%.

Su Mo was confident that he could kill the opponent within ten moves.

Whoosh!

In the following period, warriors kept coming on stage to challenge Su Mo.

These people were all extremely powerful and powerful, but they were still no match for Su Mo and were defeated one after another!

Su Mo's martial spirit, except that it was not released, had been activated to the extreme. Not only could he defeat his opponent faster, but he could also swallow up a lot of vitality and blood.

One hundred and five games!

One hundred and six games!

…

One hundred and seventeen games!

One hundred and eighteen games!

Not long after, Su Mo had won 118 games in a row.

The more battles he fought, the stronger Su Mo became. He devoured many other people's Qi and blood, and his physical strength increased again. His physical strength alone was already comparable to the combat power of an ordinary seventh-level spiritual martial artist.

Whoosh!

Another warrior stepped onto the battlefield.

This is a short, stocky old man with shining eyes and full of momentum.
To be continued...