Hong Qingtian and Nie Chong also lost to Su Mo one after another.

The two of them were in Su Mo's hands, and they only had three or four moves and retreated.

After devouring the two of them, Su Mo's dragon fortune had reached 91 z.

Soon, Su Mo met Wusheng, the first swordsman of the younger generation.

On the battlefield, two figures stood apart more than a hundred meters apart.

The entire martial arts arena is surprisingly quiet, and the showdown between top swordsmen is rare.

Su Mo was tall and stared at Wusheng opposite him.

Wusheng was wearing a gray robe, and his expressionless face finally showed a trace of solemnity.

Su Mo's strength has been shown in these battles, and he is obviously better than him.

However, Wusheng knew that he was not without a chance.

In the duel of swordsmen, the outcome is often only a slight margin. Even if Su Mo's strength is stronger than him, he still has hope of winning.

"Su Mo, your sword is very powerful, I look forward to this battle!"

Wusheng spoke.

"I look forward to it too!"

Su Mo nodded and fought with a top swordsman, which also made the fighting spirit in his body surging.

Wusheng's sword was not carried behind his back, but hung on his waist. His hand slowly placed on the hilt of the sword, his sharp eyes firmly locked Su Mo, and the first-level perfect sword intent filled the void.

"Diekong!"

Wusheng's figure flashed and quickly narrowed the distance with Su Mo. The sword was unsheathed, and a black sword energy hit Su Mo like a twisted light.

This sword was extremely fast and extremely sharp. The sword energy passed by, the ancient well of air was waveless and there was no reaction at all.

Su Mo's expression remained unchanged. His hands shook, and a cold light suddenly appeared, and a sword hit the black sword energy.

Bang!

The black sword energy collapsed and reorganized again the next moment, attacking Su Mo's ribs.

Su Mo's face remained unchanged. He had already seen this move in the battle between Wusheng and Huoling.

The sword light was like water, and it snatched lightly, shattering the sword energy.

At this time, Wusheng was approaching quickly and stabbed Su Mo's chest with a sword.

The black sword light seemed to ignore the distance of space. The sword light burst out. Before the long sword could approach Su Mo's body, the sharp aura had already penetrated Su Mo's clothes.

A wisp of wind blade passed by, and Su Mo's spirit-slashing sword accurately slashed on Wusheng's sword tip.

clang!

A sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, and Wusheng's body flew away.

Wusheng frowned slightly. The power contained in Su Mo's long sword was obviously much stronger than him. His arms were sore and numb when he hit him in one strike.

"You can also take my sword!"

Su Mo's figure flashed, and a sword slashed out as slowly as if it was slow and fast. He could not see the sword light, but could only see the breeze blowing by and the air fluctuated like water.

The sword light is like the wind, illusory and ethereal!

"sharp!"

Wusheng praised him secretly, but he was not afraid at all. The swing of the long sword shattered the breeze.

The next moment, the sword light hidden in the breeze flashed and flashed towards Wusheng's shoulder.

Wusheng twisted his body and swung his sword to block it.

clang!

Another crisp sound, Wusheng perfectly blocked this move.

"Awesome! These two people are worthy of being top swordsmen, and their sword moves are hard to defend!"

In the stands, a middle-aged man from the True Spirit Realm was amazed.

"Yes! The duel between top swordsmen often determines life and death with a slight difference!"

"I am more optimistic about Su Mo. After all, Su Mo's comprehensive strength is stronger. Although Wu Sheng's swordsmanship is superb, his strength is still lower than Su Mo!"

While everyone was discussing in the stands, the battle on the stage had already reached a fever pitch.

Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding !!

The sword light shone and the sword energy scattered. On the entire battle platform, the airflow seemed to have turned into a sharp sword, cutting through the void.

Within a radius of hundreds of meters, they were surrounded by the sword intent of the two, and the sharp aura was so cold that it was biting.

In this battle, Su Mo fought very happily, with the long sword sprinkled freely, and the sword intent bloomed vigorously.

Su Mo's sword intent is the sword intent of the wind, sharp and ethereal.

The sword intent of no birth contains the artistic conception of no life and death, death without birth, and killing everything.

Compared with the Wind Sword Intent, which is at the peak of the late stage of Su Mo's first-level first-level, Wusheng's sword intent is obviously stronger and more sharp.

However, Wusheng's overall strength is much worse than Su Mo, and it is difficult to defeat Su Mo.

While fighting, Su Mo felt Wusheng's sword intent, his peerless sharpness and sharp murderous intent perfectly revealed the essence of the sword.

Until a certain moment, Su Mo suddenly felt that his sword intent seemed to have been sublimated and broke through some constraints, and the sword intent on his body suddenly increased greatly.

First-level perfect sword intent!

"What? Su Mo's sword intent has been upgraded to the first level of perfection!"

"How is that possible? Su Mo also hides the level of sword intent!"

"Is it just a breakthrough?"

In the stands, everyone felt the sword intent on Su Mo's body, and suddenly felt an uproar and exclaimed loudly.

Ao Wushuang's face was calm and he did not have a surprised expression. He only had the first-level perfect sword intent. Even if Su Mo's sword intent reached the second level, he would not be his opponent.

The Ninth Princess glanced at her willow eyebrows, and her face hidden under the white veil became slightly solemn. Su Mo's strength increased again and again, and there was no bottom line.

At this time, the sword intent blooming on Su Mo's body clearly reached the first-level Great Perfect Sword Intent.

On the battlefield, Wusheng's body quickly retreated and quickly distanced himself from Sumo.

"How is this possible?"

Wusheng looked shocked. He was sure that Su Mo did not hide the sword intent, but had just broken through.

Moreover, Su Mo was able to break through by feeling his sword intent during the battle.

Because there is a trace of his artistic conception of killing everything in Su Mo's sword intent.

In just a moment, you can improve your own sword intent by feeling other people's sword intent, which makes Wusheng feel a bit absurd and incredible!

If it is really easy to understand and improve the sword intent, then everyone will be a highly skilled sword intent.

Su Mo's understanding shocked Wusheng.

Opposite, Su Mo stood with his eyes shining.

His sword intent level had already reached the limit of the late stage of the first level, and was only half a step away from the first level perfect sword intent.

Feeling Wusheng's sword intent and feeling the sharp meaning in Wusheng's sword intent finally made him take a small step forward, and the sword intent entered the first level of perfection, and his power increased again.

"Wusheng, our battle is 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 other party in swords.

boom!

Su Mo's aura surged, and the nine spiritual vortexes quickly started to rush into the sky.

The sword in his hand shone with a huge light, and the sword light surged by a hundred meters.

Su Mo changed his fighting style just now and started a violent attack.

Whoosh!

His figure soared into the sky. Su Mo held the sword in both hands, looked down from a high point, and slashed heavily with one sword.

"Innate Wuji!"

The unparalleled sword power enveloped the entire space, and the sword energy that reached a thousand meters long burst into the void, wrapped in the momentum of slashing the sky and breaking the earth, and rushed towards Wusheng like lightning.

In front of Su Mo Jueqiang's attack, Wusheng had no power of resistance at all.

With one sword, Wusheng was cut back hundreds of meters.

Two swords, Wusheng was killed and flew out of the battle platform.

After swallowing the part of the dragon fortune that Wusheng had, Su Mo's dragon fortune reached 93 feet.
Chapter completed!