Currently, only Ao Wushuang and Wu Sheng were the only ones whose dragon luck surpassed him. The nine princesses’ dragon luck was the same size as Su Mo, at 84 feet.
The battle continues, one end and one beginning.
Ao Wushuang is still strong, no one is his enemy.
Mo Yue’s strength is also very strong, he defeated Han Qianze, and even defeated Huoling with difficulty.
The Ninth Princess is also invincible. Duanmu Ying, Nie Chong and even Mo Yue were all defeated by him one after another. The Ninth Princess’ Qinglian guardian defense is invincible, no one can break through her defense, and she is inherently invincible.
As for the attack of the nine princesses, it was equally powerful, even better than Moyue, defeating Moyue with just ten moves.
Hong Qingtian and Nie Chong were also defeated by Su Mo one after another.
In Su Mo’s hands, both of them lasted only three or four moves before retreating.
Su Mo’s dragon luck has reached ninety-one feet after devouring the two people’s luck.
Soon, Su Mo met Wusheng, the number one swordsman of the young generation.
On the battle platform, two figures stood more than a hundred meters apart.
The entire martial arts arena was surprisingly quiet, and it was rare to see a duel between top swordsmen.
Su Mo was tall and straight, staring at Wu Sheng opposite him.
Wusheng was wearing a gray robe, and his expressionless face finally showed a trace of solemnity.
Su Mo’s strength had already been demonstrated in these few battles, and it was obviously superior to him.
However, Wusheng knew that he had no chance.
In swordsmen’s duels, the outcome is often within a hair’s breadth. Even if Su Mo is stronger than him, he still has the hope of winning.
“Su Mo, your sword is very powerful, I am looking forward to this battle!”
Wusheng spoke.
“I’m looking forward to it too!”
Su Mo nodded and fought against a top swordsman, which also made his fighting spirit surge.
Wu Sheng’s sword was not carried on his back, but hung on his waist. He slowly put his hand on the hilt, his sharp eyes fixed on Su Mo, and the first-order perfect sword intent filled the void.
“Extinguish!”
With a flash of Wusheng’s figure, he quickly got closer to Su Mola. The sword came out of its sheath, and a black sword energy, like a distorted light, hit Su Mo.
This sword was extremely fast and fierce, the air passed by the sword energy, there was no wave in the ancient well, and there was no reaction at all.
Su Mo’s face remained unchanged, his hands trembled, and a cold light flashed, and he struck the black sword energy with his sword.
Boom!
The black sword energy collapsed and regrouped the next moment, attacking Su Mo’s ribs.
Su Mo didn’t change his expression. He had seen this move before in the battle between Wusheng and Huoling.
The sword light was like water, and with a slight twist, it shattered the sword energy.
At this time, Wu Sheng was approaching quickly, and stabbed Su Mo’s chest with a sword.
The black sword light seemed to be ignoring the distance in space. The sword glow burst out, and before the long sword approached Su Mo’s body, the sharp aura pierced through Su Mo’s clothes.
A ray of wind blade passed by, and Su Mo’s Spirit Slaying Sword accurately slashed at the tip of Wusheng’s sword.
clang!
There was a sound of metal and iron clanging, and Wu Sheng’s figure flew back.
Wusheng frowned slightly. The power contained in Su Mo’s long sword was obviously much stronger than his own, and his arm was sore and numb after a single blow.
“You also take my sword!”
With a flash of Su Mo’s figure, he slashed out with his sword slowly and quickly. He couldn’t see the light of the sword, but could only see the breeze blowing and the air fluctuating like water.
The sword light is like the wind, illusory and ethereal!
“sharp!”