Among the warriors of the same rank, far surpassing the warriors of Tianyue Kingdom?
Su Mo frowned. After two battles, Tianyue’s morale plummeted.
This is not a good sign.
Could it be that this is the strategy of the Iron Forest Nation to break the confidence of the Tianyue warriors, Su Mo couldn’t help thinking to himself.
However, even though Su Mo wanted to go to the next game and kill Liang Chuan.
But his cultivation is at the third level of Lingwu, which is far superior to the opponent, and he cannot fight with the opponent at the same level.
“Ha ha……!”
In the direction of Tielin Kingdom, there was overwhelming laughter, and the tens of thousands of troops were all smiling.
General Tielin, Mo Tie’s face was flushed, full of pride.
“Yuan Zhan, you have already lost two people. I wonder if anyone dares to fight again?”
Magic Iron laughed.
Yuan Zhan snorted coldly, and looked backward again.
“Everyone, is there anyone else willing to play?”
Fang Xiao looked at all the disciples.
Everyone was silent.
Among the outer disciples from the four major sects, there are more than a hundred disciples from the first level of Lingwu Realm, but no one dares to play.
The strength shown by that Lieyang Sect disciple just now is not the strongest among them, but he is also one of the best.
Even that person couldn’t stop Liang Chuan’s knife, and if other people entered the field, it would be tantamount to seeking their own death.
This is not a competition in the sect, if you lose, you can start all over again.
To lose here is life and death.
Some disciples with high cultivation bases are also helpless. Although they are strong, they can’t play.
Seeing that none of the disciples from the four major sects came to the stage, Yuan Zhan was secretly annoyed, and immediately gave instructions to the lieutenant general beside him.
Immediately, a soldier in armor came out from the Blackscale Army.
Since none of the disciples from the four major sects played, Yuan Zhan could only dispatch the lieutenant soldiers.
It is impossible for Yuan Zhan to admit defeat on his own initiative.
In the Blackscale Army, there are countless fighters at the first level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, and he does not believe that no one can defeat this teenage brat.
In the Black Scale Army, a stern young man in his mid-twenties was on the stage.
The young man also carried a long knife on his back, and his body was very strong, filled with a strong evil spirit.
This is the killing spirit accumulated through countless battles and countless killings.
The young man is a tenth commander of the Black Scale Army. He is at the peak of the first level of the Spiritual Martial Realm. He has experienced hundreds of battles and made great achievements in battle.
Being able to be favored by Yuan Zhan and fight on the field shows that this person’s strength is among the same level, and he must be a top existence.
The young man came to the arena with big strides, without saying a word, he unsheathed his long knife and pointed at Liang Chuan, his body full of murderous intent.
“Ho ho! Another one to die!”
Liang Chuan smiled indifferently, and said proudly: “A master of the Black Scale Army, I don’t know if it will be vulnerable.”
“kill!”
The youth of the Black Scale Army made a sudden move, slashing with a long knife, the shadow of the knife filled the sky, and the momentum was overwhelming.
The fierce knife shadow was as fast as lightning, piercing the air and whistling vertically and horizontally.
“It does have some strength!”
Seeing the power of the Black Scale Army young man’s move, Liang Chuan raised his brows and became serious.
“Then let’s see, whose knife is sharper! Sharper!”