The roar of the tiger resounded, and Su Mo’s fists were like a fierce tiger, constantly bombarding out.
Boom! !
The tiger roared, fists rushed, and all sword energy was wiped out in the blink of an eye.
“The Dragon!”
Following Su Mo’s soft shout, a huge shadow of a fist pierced through the void.
hold head high!
Above the shadow of the fist, there is a phantom of the dragon churning endlessly, and the sound of the dragon’s chant shakes the soul.
“break!”
Huang Feiyang’s face became extremely serious, and he held the sword in both hands, and slashed towards the fist shadow like lightning.
boom! !
With a collision, the howling fist shadow was as powerful as a beast in the wild, and Huang Feiyang’s figure was instantly knocked back tens of meters, and fell directly under the battle platform.
“Accepted!”
Su Mo nodded to the opponent, and then stepped off the battle platform.
Huang Feiyang stood under the stage, his expression changed, and finally he sighed helplessly.
The opponent’s strength far exceeds his own, and he is already showing mercy.
Su Mo’s strength gave everyone a new understanding once again.
The strength he has shown now has the qualifications to compete with the last few of the top ten disciples of the outer sect.
“Humph!”
He Yangjun snorted coldly, with a sneer on his face.
“The higher you climb, the harder you will fall!”
The game continued.
However, Su Mo’s second group could no longer fight against each other in ten rounds because one person died.
Therefore, the last extra person can choose his opponent freely.
In the next three rounds of battle, Su Mo won easily and effortlessly.
He has scored five points.
During this period, he also met another disciple of the Heavenly Alliance.
But the man’s face changed for a while, and finally he didn’t dare to go on stage, and decisively admitted defeat.
oh! ! !
At this time, around the fourth group of battle platforms, bursts of excited shouts suddenly erupted.
Su Mo turned his head and saw that it was Nangong Linjue who was facing off against Mei Ling, who was ranked eighth among the top ten disciples.
Mei Ling is a tall, lithe woman.
Although her appearance is not as good as Duan Bingye’s, she is still very beautiful.
“Senior Brother Nangong, I won’t let you beat me easily!”
On the stage, Mei Ling was holding a long sword with a dignified pretty face.
“One knife!”
Nangong Linjue said calmly with a sharp long knife on his back.
Normally, Nangong Linjue would still be in the mood to play with Mei Ling, but at this moment, Su Mo had aroused his anger.
I’m not in the mood to play anymore.
“One knife?”
When Mei Ling heard this, her pretty face turned cold.