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Chapter 118: Not One Left

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    Su Mo charged up.

    Like lightning, he rushed towards the remaining ten Xuanjizong disciples.

    Swish Swish Swish

    Sword light swayed, and several sword qi erupted from Su Mo's hands one after another, rushing towards several people one after another.

    The sword energy was as fast as lightning, and it approached the remaining ten Xuanjizong disciples in an instant.

    "Fight with him, let's fight together!"

    The rough disciples of the Xuanji Sect shouted loudly.

    kill!

    The remaining disciples of the Xuanji Sect gritted their teeth and unleashed all their combat power to block Su Mo's attack together.

    Boom boom boom!  !

    Attacks collided one after another, and the sound of explosions continued one after another.

    Ten people joined forces, but they were powerful enough to block Su Mo's attack.

    "It's just a dying struggle!"

    Su Mo snorted coldly, and then the sword light flashed again, and he made three moves in a row.

    "Fengmo Sword Gang!"

    "Feng Mo Cross Slash!"

    "Fengmo Shocking Cloud Slash!"

    Three moves of swordsmanship, one is stronger than the other, fierce and domineering.

    Boom!  boom!  Chi

    The first two moves were blasted out by ten people, and the last move directly tore apart the attacks of several people and cut them down.

    Ah ah ah ah!  !  !  !

    Blood was sprayed, seven of them died tragically in an instant, and the screams were extremely shrill.

    Whoosh!

    There were only three Xuanjizong disciples left. Su Mo stepped forward and rushed towards them.

    "Two junior brothers, we will fight him!"

    The rough disciple of Xuanjizong roared loudly, his eyes flashing.

    This person's strength is really good. Although he has been injured, he is still alive.

    "Fight!"

    "kill!"

    The other two Xuanjizong disciples gritted their teeth fiercely, with crazy looks on their faces, and then they rushed towards Su Mo instead of retreating.

    Whoosh!

    But that rough disciple didn't even think about making a move.

    He took advantage of the other two to intercept Su Mo, turned around in a hurry, used his body skills to the extreme, and fled in the direction of the Iron Forest army.

    Um?

    Su Mo raised his brows. He didn't expect this person to be so insidious.

    Asked his fellow disciples to stop him, but he ran away instead.

    "Xu Mengyou bastard!"

    Seeing this, the two Xuanji Sect disciples became furious and cursed loudly.

    The two of them were already terrified, and they were just supporting them forcefully. Seeing the rough disciple fleeing, they had no fighting spirit.

    Whizzing!

    The next moment, the two Xuanjizong disciples turned around decisively, abandoned Su Mo, and ran away quickly.

    "Can you escape?"

    How could Su Mo allow them to escape, sweeping away with his long sword and cutting through the air with his sword energy.

    ah!  ah!

    The two had just turned around, and before they could take a few steps away, they lost their lives instantly.

    Whoosh!

    Immediately, without hesitation, Su Mo turned around and chased after the rough disciple.

    This person was extremely fast, and he escaped hundreds of meters away in just two or three breaths.

    He was fast, but Su Mo was even faster. The shadow footwork was used to the extreme, and many afterimages were connected in a row.

    In less than a few breaths, Su Mo was only a hundred meters away from the opponent.

    "Wind Demon Cave!"

    Su Mo stabbed forward suddenly with the long sword in his hand, and a sharp sword light burst out from the tip of the sword like a sharp arrow piercing the air.

    The sword light exploded, piercing through the void, and instantly pierced the back of the rough disciple of the Xuanji Sect.

    "No!"

    The rough disciple let out an unwilling roar, and immediately, his body rushed forward for tens of meters, and fell to the ground with a touch.

    After killing this rough Xuan-level disciple, Su Mo heaved a sigh of relief.

    More than 30 Xuanjizong disciples were all beheaded, and none of them survived.

    The whole process is very fast, and it only happens between dozens of breaths.

    Looking at the many corpses and the blood-flowing ground, Su Mo secretly sighed.

    So much blood, it will be wasted!

    Under the watchful eyes of everyone, there are countless eyes staring at him, and it is impossible for him to devour it.

    Sighing again, Su Mo looked up at the two parties.

    The entire camp of the two armies was silent, and needles could be heard.

    All eyesThey were all in a state of sluggishness, still not recovering.

    More than 30 disciples of the same rank died in dozens of breaths!

    Not one left!

    How can this be?

    Everyone was dumbfounded again!

    After a long time, there was a loud shout, like a thunderous explosion, which suddenly spread throughout the audience.

    "Beast! Die!"

    In the Iron Forest camp, General Magic Iron's face was dark purple, and his eyes burst out with terrifying murderous intent, and he rushed towards Su Mo suddenly.

    A powerful and unparalleled power, mighty and mighty, shot up from the magic iron body.

    Boom!

    Across a distance of more than a thousand meters, Magic Tie slapped Su Mo in the air.

    Immediately, a giant palm of zhenqi, five or six meters long and wide, struck out violently.

    Boom!

    The giant palm of true qi is invincible and powerful, as fast as lightning, passing by along the way, setting off a hurricane.

    In an instant, the giant palm of zhenqi approached Su Mo.

    At this moment, Su Mo's whole body was stiff and his hairs were blown out.

    In his heart, he suddenly felt a deep sense of powerlessness and a sense of imminent death.

    Although the magic iron is not a warrior of the true spirit realm, he is also a peak warrior of the ninth level of the spirit realm.

    In the history of Tianyue, even the third-level martial artist of the Lingwu Realm, who is against the sky, cannot block the blow of the ninth-level martial artist of the Lingwu Realm.

    The gap between six realms is an insurmountable gap!

    At this moment, facing the crisis of life and death, Su Mo's eyes suddenly turned red, and his face was full of madness.

    Waiting to die?

    How can it be?

    "kill!"

    With a sudden shout, Su Mo was about to fight to the death.

    At this moment, a huge saber aura with a length of more than ten meters pierced through the air with monstrous power, cutting through the air from the front of the Tianyue army.

    "Magic iron, you are courting death!"

    Yuan Zhan's angry shouts came rolling in.

    It was Yuan Zhan who made the move!

    Yuan Zhan had been secretly on guard for a long time.

    He was going to rescue Su Mo when he lost to the thirty or so Xuanji Sect disciples and was in danger.

    But he didn't expect that Su Mo was not only not in danger, but invincible, beheading more than 30 opponents.

    Even his heart was full of turbulent waves.

    But fortunately, he had already taken precautions, otherwise he would not be able to rescue the magic iron's palm in time.

    Boom!

    The sword qi hit the giant palm of zhenqi, and it exploded loudly, deafening.

    A strong shock wave swept across all directions.

    Well!

    Su Mo was hit by the shock wave, he couldn't help grunting, and retreated rapidly.

    An attack of this level, even a shock wave, poses a great threat to him.

    "Yuan Zhan, you can't stop me! This son must die!"

    The power of the palm was blocked by Yuan Zhan, Mo Tie was furious, and struck again, smashing down one after another with giant palms of true energy.

    "Hmph! You're not ashamed to say anything!"

    Yuan Zhan snorted coldly, slashing and slashing with the saber in his hand, opening and closing, the terrifying saber energy cut vertically and horizontally.

    Yuan Zhan's strength is extremely powerful, not weaker than the magic iron,

    All of the magic iron's attacks were smashed to pieces by Yuan Zhan.

    Su Mo retreated again and again, far away from the fighting range of the two.

    The two of them fought constantly, their mighty palms were overwhelming, and their domineering saber qi slammed into each other.

    For a while, the battle between the two was inseparable, and it was hard to tell the winner.

    The armies of the two countries are all murderous, watching the field closely.

    However, both armies are well-trained and disciplined, and they will not attack rashly without the command of the general.

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