After all, the top genius in the clan was instantly defeated by Su Mo, which really brought shame to their Xiaotianwolf clan.
“Yeah!” Timberwolf half saint nodded.
At this time, the battle between Su Mo and Black Wolf had already ended, and the competition on the arena had resumed.
However, the entire martial arts arena was still noisy, and a large number of people were still discussing Su Mo, his strength, and his details.
Su Mo’s performance was so amazing that everyone felt incredible.
However, although Su Mo is powerful, it seems that he is only relying on his strange abilities. The real strength of his cultivation has yet to be studied.
the stands.
Su Mo watched the battle quietly, and he could feel countless eyes sizing him up.
There are people from the Taiyin clan, people from the other six major forces, and disciples from the Taoist sect.
Lu Gang, Lin Huang, Tang Gu and other Taoist disciples had complicated complexions. Daozong had lost all face before, but they did not expect to rely on a martial artist at the eighth level of the Martial Emperor Realm to regain his face.
Su Mo sat still, Feng Guangxu’s rambling voice filled his ears.
“Su Mo, how did you defeat Molang just now? That purple mist is a war spirit, right? What kind of war spirit is that? It’s so weird!” Feng Guang’s eyes sparkled, his face was full of curiosity, and he spit and crackled. Ask questions one by one.
“Elder Feng, you have so many questions, how can I answer them?” Su Mo asked.
“Hey, then tell me, what is your purple mist?” Elder Feng Guang smiled. He was really curious, and at the same time secretly guessed in his heart. Monster, it seems that Elder Zhenxian valued Su Mo’s talent.
“This is the Nightmare Battle Spirit!” Su Mo said softly, not hiding anything.
“Dream Demon Battle Soul?”
Not only Feng Guang heard it, but also the Taoist elders and disciples around him. They all thought to themselves, what kind of fighting spirit is this? Could it be related to the dream?
“What ability does the Dream Demon War Soul have?” Feng Guang continued to ask with his eyes wide open, like a curious baby.
“Elder Feng, let’s talk about it after the martial arts meeting is over!” Su Mo shook his head, not wanting to discuss this matter with the other party.
“Okay, let’s talk when we go back!” Feng Guang nodded helplessly.
At this moment, the monstrous genius appeared on the battle stage, and it was the monstrous Zhuo Jianhao from Yujian Valley.
Zhuo Jianhao carried a large black sword on his back. He was wearing a brocade robe, with a tall and straight figure, star eyebrows and sword eyes. His appearance was quite handsome. Different, its whole gives 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 still among the top three geniuses of the Shining clan.
This person is extremely thin, less than four feet tall, just like a ten-year-old child.
on the battlefield.
Zhuo Jianhao stood opposite Ling Ye with a long sword on his back, extremely indifferent.
“Zhuo Jianhao, let me experience your natal sword formation!” Ling Ye said with a serious face, although he is very strong and has the ability to teleport, he does not dare to underestimate the other party.
“You are not qualified to see my sword array!” Zhuo Jianhao said lightly.
“Really? Then who is qualified?” Lingye narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard the words, the other party was really arrogant, didn’t he even have the qualifications to see?
“Except for Lingfeng, Yan Lantian, Yang Tiancheng, Youlang and Lei Yunhao, among the seven major forces, no one is qualified for me to use the sword array!” Zhuo Jianhao’s eyes shone with incomparable confidence. Light.
This is the self-confidence of a monstrous genius, an invincible self-confidence.
Countless people watching the battle nodded secretly, Zhuo Jianhao’s strength was beyond doubt, among the seven major forces, only the other five monsters could compete with him.
As for Su Mo, he was indeed very strong and his methods were very strange, but his real strength probably could not compete with evildoers such as Zhuo Jianhao.
After all, Su Mo is only at the eighth level of the Martial Emperor Realm.
“Arrogance!” Ling Ye sneered, suddenly, his figure suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he had already appeared behind Zhuo Jianhao.
call out!
A cold light flashed, Ling Ye held a short spear in his hand, the short spear pierced the sky, and the tip of the spear approached Zhuo Jianhao’s back in an instant.
“It’s so fast!” Su Mo’s expression froze. Ling Ye’s teleportation speed and shooting speed were much faster than other members of the Shining Spirit Tribe.
Just when the short spear was about to pierce through Zhuo Jianhao’s back, Zhuo Jianhao twisted slightly and avoided the short spear in an instant.
next moment.