Warrior’s Promise

477. Chapter 477 Murong is invincible!

    "Magic Martial Arts!"

    Su Mo's eyes are small, and the cultivation technique martial skill of this person's cultivation is obviously a magic path. He did not expect that Tian Lingzong also allowed the cultivation of the magical martial arts.

    This person is the Magic Tianfeng discipline, it seems that the Magic Tianfeng may be in general with its name, and within the discipline most of the cultivation martial arts martial arts.

    This man's fist is not small, the vast punch is enough to compare with the general True Astral Fifth Layer Martial Artist, but this strength is not in the eyes of Su Mo, he only rely on fleshly body power, It is enough to defeat each other.

    But Su Mo doesn't want to beat him right away, otherwise, then there is the same Martial Artist who dares to challenge him!

    Seeing that a punch to the meditation is about to come, Su Mo raises his fist, and the same boxing out, hard to beat each other's punches.

    "Hong!"

    A loud bang, bursting into the air, and the fist to the meditation was easily crushed by Su Mo.

    "A little strength, pick me up again."Lightly sighed to the meditation, the figure vacated, punched again, and volleyed.

    Black boxing, such as the black meteor falling to the earth, there is a magical shadow in the boxing, the magic is amazing.

    "Broken!"Su Mo did not move as loose, punched out with a punch, and broke the opponent's attack again.

    “So powerful?”Wrinkled up to the brow, his face was a little dignified, and it was already able to see under the two fists that Su Mo was no worse than him.

    "I don't believe that your strength can surpass me!"He screamed at the anger, his fists lifted up, and the endless Astral Essence surged, and the black magic light was magical.

    "The devil kills the road!"

    A punch burst, the black boxing turned into a huge 'kill' word, cold and murderous.

    Killing the word, short thousand feet (333 m), strangled Su Mo.

    Kind of a fun thing to do.Su Mo's eyebrows are picking up, and the power of this shot is quite extraordinary, almost equivalent to the strike of True Astral's Fifth Layer peak Martial Artist.

    Su Mo still has no sword, and his golden light is smashing. When the word "kill" comes, the golden fist is banging out, and the word 'kill' is in the middle.

    "Bang!"

    Unsurprisingly, the word 'kill' immediately shattered and annihilated, without causing any harm to Su Mo.

    "This…this…""How was this possible?"

    The face of the meditation has completely changed, and there is a horror in the sly, because this punch is almost a hit of his peak. The True Astral Fifth Layer Martial Artist, who has died under this punch, has six There are so many, and now, this punch is easily smashed by Su Mo.

    Continue
Su Mo smiled and immediately took the action and attacked the other side.

    "The Dragon!"

    A fist out, the dragon smashed the sky, the colorful fists turned into a multicolored dragon, heading towards the slaying.

    Su Mo has no strong cultivating skills. Although this level is low, it is enough to deal with the meditation.

    "broken!"

    It is not weak to the meditation, the cultivation of the magical power is quite profound, and the power of the battle magic is powerful, and it is also easy to destroy the attack of Su Mo.

    Next, the two attacked and attacked each other, constantly punching, and the shadows of the sky were whistling, constantly colliding, and constantly exploding.

    In the blink of an eye, the two men regret each other nearly a hundred punches.

    "Su Mo, you can't beat me, I see you as a swordsman, pull the sword!"Give a big voice to the meditation.

    "Do I?"

    Su Mo chuckled and didn't want to play with the other party anymore.

    With a heartbeat, with the body, the nine singular swirls all ran, and the honest Astral Essence flowed with the body.

    "This punch hopes you can take it!"

    "Dragon Battle Star Field!"

    Su Mo shouted, his fist slammed out, and the violent multicolored fists were like colorful god light. It was extremely huge, filled the whole platform, and the colorful fists were snarling and roaring.

    "What?"He was shocked to the heart. This punch made his scalp numb and he did not dare to resist it. However, if he was dodged, he would withdraw from the battle platform, and then he would be defeated.

    "The devil kills the road!"

    A fierce bite, and a fist to the meditation, once again cast his tricks, two huge 'kill' words, welcoming Su Mo's boxing.

    "Hong!"

    The colorful punches and the powers are unmatched, all the way to the invincible, directly broke the two 'kill' characters, and the aftermath hit the body of Xiang Ming.

    Puff

    A stream of blood spurted out and was shot at the moment, flying far away from the battle platform.

    "To defeat, the ultimate is still not to Su Mo!"

    "But the strength of the two of them is not much different, and the meditation is only a little worse!"

    “Su Mo is really extraordinary, it’s the evildoer genius of Optimus!”

    The people who pay attention to this battle have a lot of arguments and marvel at the power of Su Mo.

    Huang Yao looked at Su Mo on the battle platform.

    Lightly biting the red lips, Huang Yao moved in the heart, looked at the Hong Qing 璇, smiled: "Macro Junior Sister, Su Mo is a peerless genius, I will definitely have more contact with him later."

    The macro-green singer sighed, and immediately the slim eyebrows wrinkled, saying: "When you contact him or not, don't tell me!"

    “Hehhuh” Macro Junior Sister Where is Su Mo is your friend, of course I have to communicate with you! ”

    Huang Yao chuckled and his eyes waved. "Su Mo is not far from talent, but the strength is farther than the Inner Sect disciple of the cultivation base. It is not too far from the Junior Sister. It is better to match us. Let's go!"

    There is a slight disappointment in the glory of the cypress, and the faint road: "If Huang Sister Sister likes him, he can pursue it himself. If he likes you, he will not refuse you, why do I need to match it."

    “Hehhuh” Thank you, Macro Junior Sister! ”

    Huang Yao is full of smiles. Although her appearance is not as good as that of Hong Qing, it is not bad. There are not many men who usually take the initiative to show her. If he actively pursues Su Mo, he will not refuse.

    Hong Qing's face is faint, but the heart is flashing a sense of crisis. Su Mo's rays of light are more prosperous. The more women I want to attract, the more!

    On the stage.

    Su Mo looked down at the station and looked down at the station. He said, "You lost!"

    Stopping the figure to the meditation, his face is slightly pale, and there is blood residue in the corner of his mouth.

    "You will be a little better than me!"

    It’s ugly to the face: “If I use the power of Martial Spirit, whoever wins is not necessarily!”

    He did not believe in this statement. He did not use Martial Spirit. Su Mo also did not use Martial Spirit. The most important thing was that his Martial Spirit was special and the increase in combat power was very small, so he only Did not use the power of Martial Spirit.

    To say this, it is to make him look good on the face.

    “100,000 Middle Grade Spirit Stone! Come!”Su Mo is too lazy to argue with the other side. What is the point of victory and defeat, and use the power of Martial Spirit? Su Mo laughed in his heart, and if he used the power of Martial Spirit, the same-order Martial Artist would instantly become a dry corpse.

    "Hmph!"To the cold, he was unwilling to surrender 100,000 Middle Grade Spirit Stone, and then he was not willing to wait for more than a moment, figure showed, and quickly left.

    Su Mo puts off Spirit Stone and has a big heart. The 100,000 Middle Grade Spirit Stone is equivalent to 100 million Low Grade Spirit Stone. You can win 100,000 Middle Grade Spirit Stone in a battle. If you can fight hundreds of games, then Got it!

    However, it is impossible to fight hundreds of games. Others know his strength, and there is no way to win. It is impossible to play.

    With less tilt, Su Mo looks around the upper canyon and sings: "Who else wants to fight!"

    This time, no one has ever challenged. Su Mo even shouted three times, waiting for a quarter of an hour, and no one came to challenge.

    Eh!

    Su Mo sighed and frowned slightly, so if he continued, he would not be able to fight many games.

    Immediately, Su Mo looks up and is ready to relax the cultivation base limit on the First Layer.

    At this time, there was a purple Changhong in the distant sky, and it came to the canyon in the blink of an eye.

    "I am coming with you battle!"

    Inside the purple Changhong is a purple robe boy, his eyes are like electricity, and he looks directly at Su Mo.

    The arrival of the purple robe juvenile makes the whole gambling valley a quiet one, and it suddenly disappears.

    "Heavens! It is Sect Master direct disciple, Murong is invincible! ”