Warrior’s Promise

117. Chapter 117 is unstoppable

    "Hong!"

    Su Mo's body aura suddenly surged, and the sword qi lingered, and the momentum went straight into the sky.

    Holding a long sword in his hand, Su Mo faces more than 30 people, and his face does not change color, and the fighting intent is insane.

    More than 30 Xuanjizong disciplines, also the emergence of the cultivation base, the momentum rises and rises into one piece.

    The strong murder is almost the essence.

    There are a lot of mysterious disciples, and even directly released their own Martial Spirit.

    There are Human Grade Rank 7 Martial Spirit and also Human Grade Rank 8 Martial Spirit.

    No one has the Human Grade Rank 9 Martial Spirit.

    "DEATH!"

    The sacred disciple disciple violently drink while taking action.

    In an instant, all the rays of light are intertwined.

    Sword light is fierce and unmatched, Blade Qi fierce is overbearing, palms are flying all over the sky, and the punches are as heavy as mountains.

    More than 30 attacks, such as the Xingxing River, turned into a torrent, and they came to the mighty Su Mo.

    Whoosh!

    The sword light flashed and Su Mo instantly smashed three swords.

    Three words qi greet the attack torrent.

    At the same time, the Su Mo Movement technique was carried out, leaving a residual image in place, and the figure suddenly disappeared.

    Boom!

    Su Mo's three swords qi, no accident, was crushed by the attack torrent.

    The next moment, Su Mo's figure, abruptly appeared on the side of the crowd.

    "Divine Wind Sword Art – Cloud Scattering Whirlwind !"

    A sword hit, the wind swelled, the sword qi sharply broke, the wind swept the square.

    Be careful

    There is a mysterious disciple rushing to drink.

    The crowd is rushing to resist.

    But all this is between the electric and the flint, and the sword qi is accompanied by the gust of wind, and it slams into the crowd.

    Ah! Ah! Ah

    The next moment, a few screams suddenly sounded, and the voice was fierce.

    There are five mysterious disciple disciplines, which are instantly split into two halves by sword qi. Their broken body is caught in the air by the wind of sword qi and flies around.

    What?

    More than 30 Xuanjizong disciplines were shocked.

    This is just beginning to fight, and I have lost five people!

    "Everyone is careful about his movement technique!"

    Xuanjizong’s rough and strong discipline, screaming.

    ‘Hum! I let you see something, what is the unparalleled speed! ”

    The voice of indifference came from the mouth of Su Mo.

    The next moment, Su Mo's figure disappeared again.

    At this moment, Su Mo almost showed the Hidden Shadow Step method to the extreme.

    The speed has greatly surpassed the speed shown by the left autumn battle.

    Third Level martial skill, True Spirit Martial Artist's martial arts.

    The great accomplishment's Third Level movement technique Hidden Shadow Step finally shows the peerless style.

    Su Mo footsteps mysterious, one step after another, ten steps and ten residual images, like a ghost, shaped like a ghost, as fast as lightning.

    Numerous afterimages have been illusory, and they are constantly flashing around a mysterious disciple.

    kill

    Xuanjizang discipline screamed and madly attacked.

    The afterimages were shattered, and countless afterimages appeared again, and they were again shattered.

    However, none of them is the true body of Su Mo.

    The crowd attacked wildly, but they didn't even touch Su Mo's clothes.

    "Gale Blade!"

    Whoosh!

    Su Mo's figure appeared, and a sword qi was shot from the hand. The gray-white sword qi was like a nine-day blast, and it instantly slammed into the savage discipline of Xuanjizong.

    A sword smashed out, Su Mo figure flashed, the shadows were heavy and disappeared again.

    "broken!"

    The rough disciple was prepared, screamed, and punched the oncoming sword qi.

    Broken! !

    A dozen of disciplines took action at the same time as the rough disciples, and dozens of attacks simultaneously slammed on the sword qi.

    Boom! !

    Although sword qi is sharp, it is still shattered by dozens of attacks, and a strong shock wave sweeps around.

    “Go to hell!”

    At this time, a cold voice sounded, Su Mo's figure, has already rushed to the front of several other Xuanjizang discipline.

    "Wind Sword Art – Wind and Blood Rain!"

    In an instant, countless words of sword qi ****, as if there was a wave of sword rain, shrouded all the mysterious disciples.

    Wind Magic Sword Art, the real name of the wind and the nine swords, a total of nine styles.

    In addition to the first three ordinary word move.

    Among the nine-style sword move, only the sixth style wind magic sword rain is a move for large-scale attacks.

    Although this Sword Art is only a Second Level Middle Grade martial skill, far less Divine Wind Sword Art, but also by Mo Mo to the great accomplishment realm.

    The attack power is not weaker than the Second Level High Grade martial skill of the small accomplishment peak level.

    A sword hit, and the Heavenly Sword rain, sprinkling.

    The sword rain has not yet fallen, and Su Mo’s sword has turned into a phantom, and he danced again and again.

    The fourth style wind sword!

    The fifth style wind devil cross!

    The seventh style wind magic hole days!

    The eighth style wind magic dance!

    The ninth style wind magic is amazing!

    Su Mo's attack became violent, and the last six styles of the Wind Sword Art Sword Art were all displayed.

    Throughout the game, the sword light shines on the sky, the sword glow pierces the universe, and the sword qi is smashing.

    The first wave of sword rain was too wide and the power was scattered.

    But let all the mysterious disciples, the decentralized power, are each resisting the sword rain that attacked themselves.

    The next few moves are simply unstoppable, invincible, all the way through, blood continually bursting.

    Ah! Ah! Ah……

    The screams of screaming sounded peacefully.

    There are more than 30 disciples in Xuanjizong. In an instant, there are 17 or 18 people who died, and the remaining people have only 13 people.

    These thirteen people are paralyzed!

    Rolling, thoroughly crushing!

    More than 30 people have no advantage in facing Su Mo.

    Su Mo's unbeatable speed makes it impossible for them to attack.

    How is this played?

    This has been invincible in Innate!

    Su Mo's violent attack, even killing them, a burst of chills.

    Delisting

    For a moment, there were three sacred figures who collapsed and wanted to quit the battle.

    Shua!

    Su Mo figure flashed rapidly, and instantly stopped the three people's retreat.

    Then a sword came out.

    Pū pū pū !

    The three figures, not the enemy of Su Mo, died in an instant.

    Immediately, Su Mo took the long sword with blood and drips, and walked to the remaining ten Xuanjizong discipline.

    The remaining ten Xuanjizong disciplines, all with a horror color, could not help but retreat.

    Yes, I'm absolutely sure of this. Proceed!

    Su Mo smiled and said.

    Su Mo's smile, in the eyes of the ten Xuanjizang discipline, is that it feels gloomy and makes their backs cold.

    "You…Don't come over. We admit defeat! ”

    The mysterious face of Xuanjizong’s face was horrified and hurriedly shouted.

    Su Mo looks at this person.

    This person is the one who invited the disciple to kill Su Mo together.

    This person is not weak, and in the more than 30 Xuanjizong disciplines, it is definitely among the top.

    This person also has the ability to compete at the level of fighting.

    "Don't you want to turn me into a meat sauce?"

    Su Mo snorted and said: "Oh, yes, you don't seem to hate it, but you will also be frustrated!"

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    The rough disciple tone stagnation, then trembled: "We are not your opponent, we admit defeat, you can not kill us!"

    "Can't kill?"

    Su Mo chuckled and shook his head. "This is Battlefield. The winner is born, the loser is dead, you don't even have this awareness, and dare to play!"

    After all, Su Mo is no longer nonsense, rushing to the other side, figure rises to the sky.