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- Hong Qingtian and Nie Chong were also defeated by Su Mo one after another.
In Su Mo's hands, both of them only survived three or four moves before retreating.
Having devoured the luck of the two, Su Mo's luck has reached ninety-one feet.
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 is surprisingly quiet, and it is rare to see a duel between top swordsmen.
Su Mo was tall and straight, staring at Wu Sheng opposite him.
Wearing a gray robe, Wusheng finally showed a solemn look on his expressionless face.
Su Mo's strength has already been demonstrated in these few battles, and it is obviously superior to him.
However, Wusheng knew that he was not without opportunities.
In swordsman duels, the outcome is often only a hair's breadth away. 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!"
Wu Sheng spoke.
"I look forward to it too!"
Su Mo nodded, fighting with a top swordsman also made his fighting spirit surge.
Wu Sheng's sword was not carried behind 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.
"Destroy the void!"
With a flash of Wusheng's figure, he quickly got close 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, and the air passed by with 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 light of the sword is like water, and with a slight twist, it shatters the sword energy.
At this time, Wu Sheng was approaching rapidly, and a sword pierced Su Mo's chest.
The black sword light seemed to be ignoring the distance of the space. The sword light burst out, and the sharp aura pierced through Su Mo's clothes before the long sword approached Su Mo's body.
A ray of wind blade passed by, and Su Mo's Spirit Slaying Sword accurately slashed at the tip of Wusheng's sword.
Clang!
A sound of metal and iron clanging sounded, and Wusheng'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 numb after a single blow.
"You take my sword too!"
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!"
Wusheng secretly praised, but he was not afraid, and the long sword swung to smash the breeze.
The next moment, the hidden sword light flashed in the breeze, flashing towards Wusheng's shoulder.
Wu Sheng twisted his body and swung his sword to block it.
Clang!
There was another crisp sound, and Wusheng perfectly blocked this move.
"Awesome! These two are indeed top swordsmen, and their sword moves are hard to guard against!"
In the stands, a middle-aged man in the Realm of the Realm admired.
"That's right! A duel between top swordsmen can often determine life and death by the slightest difference!"
"I am more optimistic about Su Mo. After all, Su Mo's overall strength is stronger. Although Wusheng is superb in swordsmanship, his strength is still lower than Su Mo!"
In the stands, while everyone was discussing, the battle on the arena had reached a fever pitch.
jingle jingle jingle! !
The sword light was shining, and the sword energy was vertical and horizontal. On the entire battle platform, the air flow seemed to have turned into a sharp sword, cutting the void.
Within a radius of hundreds of meters, they were all covered by the sword intent of the two, and their sharp aura was piercingly cold.
In this battle, Su Mo fought very smoothly, swiping his long sword recklessly, and his sword spirit bloomed profusely.
Su Mo's sword intent is the sword intent of wind, sharp and ethereal.
However, the sword intent of Wusheng contains the artistic conception of Wusheng killing Dao, death without life, and killing everything.
Compared with Su Mo's Wind Sword Intent at the peak of the late first level, Wusheng's Sword Intent is obviously stronger and sharper.
However, Wusheng's comprehensive strength was much worse than Su Mo's, and it was difficult to defeat Su Mo.
While fighting, Su Mo felt Wusheng's sword intent, the peerless sharpness, fierce killing intent, which perfectly revealed the essence of the sword.
Until a certain moment, Su Mo suddenly felt that his sword intent had been sublimated, breaking through some kind of restraint, and his sword intent suddenly increased.
The first level of perfect sword intent!
"What? Su Mo's sword intent has reached the first level of perfection!"
"How is it possible? Su Mo also hides the level of sword intent!"
"Did it just break through?"
In the stands, everyone felt the sword intent on Su Mo's body, and there was an uproar and exclamations everywhere.
Ao Wushuang's face was indifferent, and he didn't show any surprise. His sword intent was only perfect at the first level. Even if Su Mo's sword intent reached the second level, he would not be his opponent.
Ninth Princess Liu Mei glanced slightly, and her complexion hidden under the white gauze became slightly dignified. Su Mo's strength rose again and again, and there was no bottom line.
At this time, the sword intent that bloomed on Su Mo's body clearly reached the first level of Dzogchen sword intent.
On the battle stage, Wusheng retreated rapidly, and quickly distanced himself from Su Mo.
"How can this be?"
Wu Sheng was astonished. He was sure that Su Mo did not hide his sword intent, but just broke through.
Moreover, Su Mo was able to break through when he felt his sword intent during the battle.
Because in Su Mo's sword intent, there is a hint of his mood of killing everything.
In such a short period of time, he can improve his own sword intent by feeling other people's sword intent, which makes Wusheng feel a little absurd and incredible!
If it is really so easy to comprehend and improve sword intent, then everyone will be a generation with advanced sword intent.
Wu Sheng was shocked by Su Mo's comprehension.
On the opposite side, Su Mo stood there, his eyes sparkling.
His sword intent level has already reached the limit of the first-order late stage, and it is only half a step away from the first-order perfect sword intent.
Feeling Wusheng's sword intent, feeling the sharpness of Wusheng's sword intent, finally made him take a small step forward, and the sword intent entered the first level of perfection, and its power increased again.
"No life, our battle should be over!"
Su Mo smiled slightly and said.
At this moment, his sword intent has been improved, so there is no need to compete with the opponent anymore.
Boom!
Su Mo's aura rose sharply, and the nine spiritual vortexes began to rotate rapidly, and the sword intent on his body soared.
The Spiritual Sword in his hand was shining brightly, and the light of the sword soared by a hundred meters.
Su Mo changed his fighting style just now and started a berserk attack.
Whoosh!
Standing soaring into the sky, Su Mo held the sword in both hands, condescendingly, and slashed down heavily with the sword.
"Innate Infinity!"
Unparalleled sword power enveloped the entire space, and the kilometer-long sword energy exploded into the void, engulfing the momentum of cutting the sky and cracking the earth, killing Wusheng like lightning.
In the face of Su Mo's powerful attack, Wu Sheng had no resistance at all.
With one strike, Wusheng was cut back hundreds of meters.
With two swords, Wusheng was chopped off and flew out of the battle platform.
Swallowing part of Wusheng's luck, Su Mo's luck reached ninety-three feet.
Currently, Su Mo still has two opponents, Ninth Princess and Ao Wushuang.
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