"Not bad! I want to abuse you!"

Sikong Yan nodded heavily, but he did not deny it because it was obvious.

"You are also a peerless genius, and you are even more known as the eternal monster. You won't dare to fight, right?" Sikong Yan looked sarcastic.

"You don't have to bother to provoke me, I'll give you a chance!"

Su Mo chuckled, stood up, and walked towards the square a hundred feet.

Seeing Su Mo appear on the court, many people were excited, and Su Mo really responded!

Su Mo and Sikong Yan obviously have a grudge. If they lose to Sikong Yan, I wonder if they will be tortured to death by Sikong Yan?

Everyone secretly looked forward to it.

Huangfu Qing glanced at Su Mo, and saw that Su Mo had been calm and unchanged, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

This disciple is amazing enough, not surprised by the favor and disgrace, which makes him quite satisfied.

But I hope you can understand the current situation and make the right choice!

Huangfu Qing thought to himself, if not, you can only follow the footsteps of the third and fourth brothers.

Qian Xunyue's eyes were like water. Su Mo was so confident that she wanted to see how Su Mo could defeat Sikong Yan.

"Hahaha!"

Seeing Su Mo appear on the court, Sikong Yan laughed out loud, with a sarcastic smile on his face: "What a courage! Although you and I are enemies, your courage is also worthy of admiration!"

In Sikong Yan's opinion, Su Mo knew his strength and still dared to play, and this courage was beyond ordinary people's reach.

"Does it take courage to abuse people?"

Su Mo came to Sikong Yan hundreds of feet in front of him and stood still, chuckling on his face.

"Abusive people?"

Sikong Yan smiled disdainfully and said, "Just because you still want to abuse me, you can only be abused!

Sikong Yan has invincible confidence. Although Su Mo is an eternal monster, his cultivation has soared rapidly recently, it is simply a day to talk about it.

He knew his strength very well, and he could barely compete with the top 20 people in the Qianjiao List. Su Moruo had the sixth level of the True Mystery Realm, and perhaps had the power to fight with him.

However, the fourth level of the True Mystery Realm is really not worth mentioning.

"Sikong Yan, have you not delivered a ceremony to me for apprenticeship?"

Su Mo sneered and said sarcastically: "I am your future master. Do you want to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors!"

When everyone heard Su Mo's words, they looked slightly stunned and didn't understand why.

Sikong Yan worships Su Mo as his teacher?

What a joke?

It's simply a big deal!

Sikong Yan, who was originally smiling, suddenly turned dark when he heard Su Mo's words, and the anger in his chest exploded with a bang.

Apprentice to a master?

He is a top 50 genius like a thousand pride, and a fire spirit body that is rare in a thousand years. Are you a disciple of Su Mo?

This was a ruthless humiliation to him!

"I worship your sister!"

Sikong Yan shouted angrily, no longer willing to waste time, so he took action immediately.

A punch hit the sky, and a dazzling fire light soared into the sky, and the blazing flame fist turned into a divine light, breaking through the sky, and suddenly blasted towards Su Mo.

The smile on Su Mo's face immediately restrained, and his face was a little solemn. The power of the other party's punch was really powerful.

"break!"

The Zhutian Sword was in hand, and the four-color sword light was lingering. Su Moli shouted and slashed out with a fierce sword, slashing towards the oncoming flame fist.

Boom!

With a loud bang, the world was shaking, and the sword light hit the fist, and the fist immediately shattered.

Su Mo was hit by a huge recoil force, and his whole body was shocked suddenly and was immediately shrunk hundreds of feet away.

"It's really amazing!"

Su Mo sighed in his heart. The opponent's blow shocked him, making his blood qi churned, and almost shook his internal injuries.

Moreover, the opponent's fist was confused and the power of fire attributes                                                                                                                       

"Haha! Sumo, you're just like that!"

Sikong Yan's laughter sounded, and another stronger fist came quickly and approached Su Mo in an instant.

"cut!"

Su Mo hurriedly drew his sword, and the dazzling four-color sword light soared into the sky, with an extremely sharp edge, separated from the void, and slashed against the flame fist again.

Boom!!

Another explosion sounded, and Su Mo was shaken back hundreds of feet again, and his whole body felt sore and numb.

"Su Mo is indeed not Sikong Yan's opponent!"

"Su Moruo doesn't have a strong trump card, so he may not be able to hold on for a few moves!"

"However, even if Su Mo was defeated, he was already quite extraordinary if he could hold onto Sikong Yan's hand!"

There were many discussions in the pavilions around.

"Su Mo, how about it? Are you convinced?"

Sikong Yan smiled and temporarily stopped attacking. He is now steadily better than Su Mo, wanting to see Su Mo's desperate expression.

However, he was disappointed!

Su Mo's face was as plain as water, not at all shocked!

"Sikong Yan, I hope you can breathe twelve times in my hands!"

Su Mo took a deep breath and said coldly.

"What?"

Sikong Yan was stunned at first when he heard this, then he looked at Su Mo as if he was foolish.

The other party actually said that he might not be able to last for twelve breaths!

Talking nonsense!

Su Mo's words also made everyone in the audience feel confused.

"Damn, Su Mo isn't talking nonsense, right?"

"Does he still have a trump card that goes against the will of heaven?"

"His strength is much worse than Sikong Yan, and it is difficult for ordinary trump cards to reverse the situation!"

Everyone started to talk.

Many people in the pavilion of Tianling Sect frowned slightly. Su Mo said this too much!

Even if Su Mo still has a strong trump card, it is impossible to defeat Sikong Yan within twelve breaths!

However, Huangfu Qing's eyes showed a contemplative look.

Twelve breaths?

Huangfu Qing did not consider whether Su Mo's words were arrogant or not. He keenly realized the key points in Su Mo's words.

Why twelve breaths?

If we simply describe time, most people will say integers, ten breaths or twenty breaths, and few people will say twelve breaths!

"There are many secrets?" Huangfu Qing smiled softly in his heart.

In the field.

"Su Mo, are you crazy?"

Sikong Yan said sarcastically, defeating him within twelve breaths, even the top 20 geniuses in the Thousand Prides list may not be able to do it, let alone Su Mo.

"Please take the call!"

Su Mo was too lazy to talk nonsense with the other party. The two attributes of earth and metal in his body instantly merged together, and the original four-colored mysterious power immediately turned into the three-colored mysterious power.

A surging aura suddenly rushed up from Su Mo, scattering the clouds above thousands of feet high.

"cut!"

After the attribute fusion was completed, Su Mo took action immediately without any hesitation.

Because his time is limited, he must defeat the other party within twelve breaths, otherwise, as time comes, he must immediately remove the fusion attribute.

Although he can continue to merge later, there is a short interval between them.

When a master fights, a subtle flaw may be fatal, but this interval is a big flaw. Once Sikong Yan catches him, he will be in danger.
Chapter completed!