Chapter 116: Mad and boundless

"Who else? Dare to come out?"
Sumo’s light drink rang and spread throughout the audience.
Tie Linguo camp, more than 200 Xuanji sect disciples, his face changed for a while, ugly.
Zuo Qiu, already among them, the strongest person in the same rank.
Even Zuo Qiu is dead, and other people who dare to play.
For a long time, no one answered, and Xuanji’s disciples were silent.
"Oh... how? No one dares to fight?"
Sumo chuckled, his face said with sarcasm: "Before, your mysterious disciple, isn't it arrogant? How have you become a shrinking turtle now?"
Sumo has a thick disdain on his face and speaks with excitement.
Since Sumo has already played, of course, it will not be easy to end, at least to kill a few more people, to reinvigorate the morale of the moon.
Before the Xuanji sect disciple, killing the Tianyue disciples, such as cutting melons and cutting vegetables, did not leave their hands.
Sumo is naturally not polite, and it is a few to kill more.
"Kid, don't be crazy!"
"If it weren't for my mysterious ancestors who didn't come here, you can be so arrogant!"
"The next few rounds, my mysterious sect will sweep you!"
A group of mysterious disciples, all face iron, with anger.
Previously, they had always been proud of the Tianyue Warrior, and now they have turned over and are humiliated by their noses, which makes them feel anxious.
However, although they are angry, they also know that this person is strong and invincible.
Still no one is willing to play.
"It seems that no one dares to fight?"
Sumo snorted and glanced at a group of disciples of Xuanjizong. After a moment of indulging, they suddenly spoke and the words were amazing.
"You Xuanjizong all the three disciples of Lingwujing, you can go together!"
Sumo’s indifferent words spread throughout the audience, and the audience suddenly became quiet.
Are all the three disciples of Lingwujing together?
Everyone breathes a stagnation!
On the side of the moon, everyone was shocked.
Tianyue National Congress General Yuan Zhan is a face of the wrong color, this child is so confident?
The mysterious ancestors stunned, and suddenly became furious.
"Made, too arrogant!"
"It’s really mad, I haven’t seen such a madman!
"It is necessary to challenge all of our three spiritual disciples, and we are simply looking for death!"
"This is an insult to us, red / naked / naked / insult!"
"The gentleman can't bear it!"
"..."
A group of mysterious disciples were completely angry, and all of them roared out.
A group of eyes full of killing, staring at Sumo, can not wait to kill Sumo into slag.
"What? If you let all of you go together, you still don't dare, then when I didn't say it."
Sumo looked disdainful and sneered, saying: "The disciples of the mysterious sects are just a group of slag!"
Sumo’s expression is arrogant and his words are extremely humiliating.
He is trying to stir up the anger of these people and force them to play.
Sumo has already observed that among the more than 200 Xuanji sects of the other side, only thirty disciples are three-fold cultivation of Lingwujing.
More than 30 people in the spirit of the three weapons, not afraid!
When he was in the second place of Lingwu, he could play against the three-fold and four-fold disciples of Tianmeng, and now his strength has increased several times. He will be afraid of more than 30 Xuanji sects.
Of course, Sumo is not blindly confident.
He knows that most of the more than 30 Xuanji sects are ordinary strengths, and it is impossible for them to be as strong as Zuoqiu.
If these more than 30 Xuanji sects have their own strengths, they will lose.
However, this situation is clearly unlikely.
Like Zuo Qiu, the super genius of the human-level nine-order Wuhun is not a Chinese cabbage, but a large group.
"It’s too arrogant, I just don’t know how to write the dead words!

Among the disciples of Xuanjizong, a disciple with a rough face and a strong body, and his face with a hot color screamed.
Immediately, this Xuanji sect disciple turned his head and looked at the same door.
"You brothers and sisters, this person is no one, arrogant, and eager to die, we will fulfill him."
The ruthless disciples drank and invited the crowd to play with him.
"Well, I am willing to play and kill this person!"
"I am also playing!"
"I agree, count me!"
"This person insults us, sin will die, let's go together!"
More than 30 Xuanji sects responded bluntly, and no one retreated.
Hey...!
The next moment, the wind broke, and more than 30 Xuanji sects flew and flew together to Sumo.
Hey! !
More than 30 Xuanji sects were lined up in a row, standing in front of Su Mo’s ten feet, and each face was full of murder.
In the army of the Iron Forest, the generals of the Magic Iron, seeing this, the face is a little slow, with a sneer in his eyes.
Sure enough, it is an ignorant hairy boy.
Conquered Zuo Qiu, self-confidence has burst out!
Even if you are a genius, can you defeat more than 30 people of the same rank?
These more than 30 Xuanji sects, although not as genius as Zuo Qiu, but also have a good talent, the strength will never be weak.
Otherwise, they are not possible, and they are the first disciple of the Xuanjizong.
"Sumao brother..."
On the wall of Guanwu City, Zhou Xin, Niu Xiaohu and Li Feng are three faces.
Although they all know that Somo is fighting against the sky, they face some more than 30 Xuanji sects.
Is Sumo too impulsive?
One person challenges more than 30 people?
This is too dangerous!
"Oh! You don't have to worry, Sumo is not a reckless person, he has his own heart."
Luo Qianfan chuckled and said to the three.
Luo Qianfan with an inexplicable smile, quietly watching the battlefield ahead.
He, surprisingly, knows very well about Sumo and is very convinced.
Luo Qianfan believes in Sumo, but other people in Tianyueguo will not believe as much as he does.
The other disciples of the four major sects are somewhat complicated.
They hope that Sumo will display the power of the gods, kill the Quartet, and promote the prestige of the four sects of the Tianyue Kingdom.
I don't really want Sumo to win.
For example, some disciples of Lieyangzong, many people have some hatred of Sumo.
In front of the army, Yuan Zhan’s brows were slightly wrinkled.
Is this Fenglingdao disciple somewhat arrogant?
One person challenges more than 30 people?
Even if you are super strong, this is unlikely to be defeated?
However, Yuan Zhan did not stop.
He would like to see how powerful this son is.
At the same time, he also secretly prepared himself.
This son is a peerless genius. If he does not belong to this group of mysterious disciples, he will immediately rescue him.
The two countries, countless gaze, all focused on the middle of the battlefield, focusing on Sumo and others.
"Kid, even if you have extraordinary talents, you will be dead here, and you will die here today!"
Among the disciples of Xuanjizong, the savage and discerning disciple, Senran said with a smile.
"Haha! You regret it is too late!"
"We will make you a meat sauce!"
"It’s too cheap for him to become a meat sauce. He should be frustrated and revenge for Zuo Qiu’s brother!

"..."
More than 30 Xuanji sect disciples, all with a smile, as if Sumo is already the shackles.
Sumo's eyelids lifted up and glanced across the group of mysterious disciples, indifferent.
"Are you talking about nonsense? Finished... you can also die!"