The long knife slashed the fist light, and there was a shocking explosion that shook the world, and Huo Ling’s figure shot backwards in an instant.
With one punch, Huo Ling was blown away, flew out of the battle arena, flew more than ten li, and landed under the viewing stand.
Everyone couldn’t help but gasped.
too strong!
With half the strength, Huoling can be sent flying for more than ten miles with one punch!
This kind of strength has already surpassed Huo Ling by too much!
“Ao Wushuang is really too strong, with such a powerful strength, it is impossible for anyone to challenge his position!”
“At the same level of cultivation, Ao Wushuang is an invincible existence. Now that Ao Wushuang’s cultivation is one level higher than others, he can easily crush others!”
“This terrifying strength is already enough to defeat a warrior at the eighth level of the True Spirit Realm!”
Everyone was shocked, and countless people were convinced by Ao Wushuang’s strength, even some of the older generation’s true Astral Realm powerhouses couldn’t help sighing secretly, at Ao Wushuang’s age, they probably didn’t even have 30% of the opponent’s strength.
Wu Sheng, Mo Yue, Nine Princesses and other geniuses who wanted to challenge Ao Wushuang all froze their faces at this moment.
This kind of strength gave them a sense of powerlessness.
Even Princess Nine, who had a little bit of confidence before, couldn’t help shaking her head secretly.
Su Mo narrowed his eyes until there was only a thin slit left.
powerful!
too strong!
There is no doubt that Ao Wushuang is the most powerful person among the younger generation Su Mo has ever met.
Of course, this is only limited to Hongyu, not including Shangguan Hao.
If he didn’t use Devouring Martial Soul and Nirvana Sword Qi, Su Mo felt that he was definitely not a match for Ao Wushuang.
Even if he used Devouring Martial Soul and Nirvana Sword Qi, Su Mo was not sure!
Su Mo had never tried the power of Nirvana Sword Qi, and he had no idea how powerful it was.
On the battle platform, Ao Wushuang stood proudly, like a true son of heaven, an eternal emperor, looking at the Huo Tomb in the distance.
“Huo Ling, you should be able to see the difference now, right?” Ao Wushuang shouted proudly.
Huo Ling looked gloomy and fell silent.
After a while, Huo Ling nodded in a daze, the gap between him and the other party was really like a chasm.
After swallowing part of Huo Ling’s dragon luck, Ao Wushuang’s dragon luck reached ninety-three and a half feet.
Ao Wushuang’s face was a bit dignified. According to this growth rate, by the end of the game, it may be difficult to reach 100 feet.
However, thinking about the last few rounds of battles, everyone has to fight against the other nine people. He still has seven people who have not yet fought. It is not impossible to reach a hundred feet after swallowing part of the other seven people’s dragon luck.
Huo Ling’s dragon luck is smaller than others, so he doesn’t devour much.
Like Wu Sheng, Mo Yue and others’ dragon luck is very powerful, and he can swallow more dragon luck.
After a while, the next battle continued, Mo Yue vs. Nie Chong.
Although Nie Chong’s strength was strong, and Bawangquan was even more fierce and domineering, he was still defeated by Mo Yue.
Mo Yue’s fighting power was no less than Nie Chong’s. With the help of his sixteen phantom clones, he defeated Nie Chong with just a dozen moves.
The next battle is Wusheng vs. Hong Qingtian.
Although Hong Qingtian’s strength was not weak, he was not Wusheng’s opponent at all, and he was forced into a disadvantage after two moves.
“There is death and there is no life!”
With a figure like an arrow, the distance between Wusheng and Hong Qingtian was less than ten steps in a flash.
Swish!
The black cold light was unparalleled in sharpness, and the cold sword energy shot up into the sky without any anger.
When the sword is released, the air does not fluctuate at all, and the speed at which the sword is born has surpassed the reaction speed of the air.