Chapter 337: First order

Hong Qingtian and Nie Chong also lost in the hands of Sumo.
In the hands of Sumo, the two men only supported three or four strokes and they lost.
Devouring the two people's dragon transport, Sumo's dragon transport has reached 91 feet.
Soon, Sumo met a lifeless, the young first-generation first swordsman.
On the battle platform, the two figures were separated by more than a hundred meters.
The entire battlefield is surprisingly quiet, and the top swordsman's showdown is rare.
Sumo's figure is tall and straight, his eyes staring at the opposite life.
Nothing to wear in a gray robes, the face that has been expressionless, finally reveals a dignified color.
The strength of Sumo has already been revealed in these battles, and it is obviously better to win him.
However, no one knows that he is not without a chance.
The swordsman's showdown, the outcome is often only between a few cents, even if Sumo's strength is stronger than him, he also has the hope of winning.
"Sumo, your sword is very powerful, I am looking forward to this battle!"
No life is open.
"I am looking forward to it too!"
Sumo nodded, and a top swordsman made a move, but also let his body's warfare flourish.
The sword without life is not carried behind him, but hung around his waist. His hand is slowly placed on the hilt, and his sharp eyes firmly lock Sumo. The first step is full of swords and the void is filled.
"Growing out!"
No body shape flashes, and Sumora is close to the distance, the sword is out of the sheath, a black sword, like a twisted light, hits Sumo.
This sword is extremely fast, extremely fierce, and the sword gas has passed. The air has no waves and no response.
Sumo's face is unchanged, his hand is shaking, the cold light is shining, and a sword hits the black sword.
Hey!
The black sword collapsed and reorganized the next moment, hitting Sumo's ribs.
Sumo did not change his color. This move has already been seen in the battle between Wusheng and Huo Ling.
Jianguang is like water, gently twisting, it will smash the sword.
At this time, no life has been approaching, and a sword stabbed Sumo's chest.
The black sword light seems to ignore the distance of the space, the sword is swaying, the sword is not close to the body of Sumo, and the sharp air has already penetrated the clothes of Sumo.
A hurricane blade crossed, and Somo's scorpion sword was accurately placed on the tip of the inanimate sword.
clang!
A sound of gold and iron rang, and no body shape flew back.
No brows are slightly wrinkled, and the power contained in Sumo’s long sword is obviously stronger than that of his, and his arm is sore when he strikes.
"You also pick me up!"
Su Mo's figure flashed, and a sword seemed to sneak out like a quick one. He couldn't see the Jianguang. He could only see the breeze blowing, and the air fluctuated like water.
Jianguang is like the wind, illusory!
"Great!"
There is no sorrow, but there is no fear, and the long sword swings to crush the breeze.
The next moment, the hidden sword light flashed in the breeze, and a flash was drawn to the shoulders of no life.
There is no body shape, and the sword is blocked.
clang!
It was a crisp sound, and no perfection blocked this move.
"Great! These two people are worthy of the top swordsman, and the swordsman is hard to prevent!"
In the stands, a middle-aged man of true spirituality admired.
"Yes! The top swordsman's duel, often a little difference, can decide life and death!"
"I am more optimistic about Sumo, after all, Sumo's comprehensive strength is stronger, no life, although the swordsmanship is superb, but the strength is still lower than Sumo!"
In the stands, when the people discussed, the battle on the battle platform has entered a fever.
Hey! !
The sword light shines, the sword is swaying, and above the entire battle platform, the airflow seems to have become a sharp sword, cutting the void.
Within a few hundred meters of the square, they are under the cover of the two people's swords, and the sharpness of the air is cold and biting.
In this battle, the battle of Sumo was very smooth, the sword was swaying and the sword was blooming.
Sumo’s sword meaning is the sword of the wind, fierce and embarrassing.
The meaning of the sword without life is that there is no murder, no death, no life, no killing.
Compared with the sword of the wind in the late stage of Sumo's first stage, the meaning of the sword without life is obviously stronger and more fierce.
However, the comprehensive strength of no life is much worse than that of Sumo, it is difficult to beat Sumo.
While fighting, Sumo feels the innocent sword, the peerless edge, the fierce murder, the perfect display of the essence of the sword.
Until a certain moment, Sumo suddenly felt his sword meaning, as if he had some sort of sublimation, broke through some restraint, and his sword meaning suddenly increased.
The first order is full of swords!
"What? Sumo's sword is promoted to the first level of perfection!"
"How is it possible? Sumo also hides the level of swordsmanship!"

Is it just a breakthrough?

In the stands, everyone felt the sword of Sumo, suddenly suddenly, and exclaimed.
Proud no double-sided color indifferent, no surprised expression, the first-order full of swords, even if Solmo's sword is second-order, it will not be his opponent.
Nine princess Liu Mei slightly, the face hidden under the white gauze slightly dignified, Sumo's strength rose again and again, there is no bottom line.
At this time, the sword of Sumo’s body was clearly defined as a first-class sword.
On the platform, no body shape quickly retreated, and quickly opened a distance with Sumora.
"How can this be?"
Without the horror of the face, he is sure that Sumo does not hide the sword, but just broke through.
Moreover, Sumo was able to break through in the battle and felt his sword.
Because of Sumo’s sword, there is a hint of his artistic conception of killing everything.
Just for a while, you can improve your sword by feeling the swords of others, which makes the feeling of no life a bit absurd, incredible!
If it is the understanding and promotion of the sword, it is really easy. Everyone is a generation of swords.
This kind of understanding of Sumo made no life shocked.
Opposite, Sumo stood tall and shining.
His level of swordsmanship has already reached the limit of the late stage of the first order. It is only half a step away from the first stage.
Feel the feeling of inanimate sword, feel the sharp meaning of the innocent sword, and finally let him advance a small step, the sword intends to enter the first level of perfection, the power is increased.
"No life, our battle, it should be over!"
Sumo smiled and said.
At this moment, his sword has been promoted, there is no need to compare with the other side.
boom!
Sumo’s body rose sharply, and the nine spirits ran rapidly, and the sword was rushing.
In the hands of the sword, the sword shines 100 meters.
Sumo changed the fighting style and started a violent attack.
Hey!
As the figure rises from the sky, Sumo holds the sword in both hands, condescending, and the sword is slamming down.
"Congenital Promise!"
Unmatched Jianwei shrouded the entire space, and the sword gas that was as long as a kilometer burst into a void, wrapped in the sky and cracked into the ground, lightning-like killing to no life.
In the face of Sumo's strong attack, no life has no resistance at all.
A sword, no life was taken back hundreds of meters.
Two swords, no life was flying, and flew out of the battle platform.
Devouring part of the lifeless dragon, Sumo’s dragonship reached 93 feet.
At present, Sumo has two opponents, nine princesses and proud unparalleled.