Duan Jingtian had no other statements, and seemed to not care about He Yangjun's life and death.

Hearing Duan Jingtian's words, Nangong Lin nodded helplessly.

Duan Jingtian spoke, and he could only give up killing Su Mo for the time being.

"Su Mo, I hope you can hold on until the end in the ranking competition!"

He looked at Su Mo unwillingly, and Nangong Linjue turned around and walked back.

The meaning of Nangong Linjue's words is that Su Mo may not be able to reach the end of the ranking competition and will be killed by others.

It's not his turn to take action!

"Don't worry, you and me will have a fight!"

Su Mo said lightly.

After saying that, Su Mo also flashed and walked off the battlefield.

The scene was still silent, but everyone's heart was extremely uneasy.

The top ten outer disciples, He Yangjun, ranked ninth, was killed so easily!

Su Mo's strength is so powerful that it is against the will of heaven.

Now, the fool can see that Su Mo is completely confident and is going to fight to the end with the Tianmeng!

Everyone couldn't help but look forward to it. Su Mo, do you really have the strength to fight against the Tianmeng?

On the viewing stage, Wang Hui's eyes slowly converged.

Su Mo's strength shocked him.

Although Su Mo’s current actions are too high-profile and too sharp, Wang Hui is not much worried.

Because he knew that from the moment Su Mo killed He Yangjun, he had already been recognized by Elder Wei.

Su Mo has officially become Elder Wei's personal disciple.

Su Mo naturally knew this.

Then, the game continued.

On each battle stand, battles continued one after another.

Until now, the disciples who performed the most eye-catchingly are the top ten outer disciples.

However, there are exceptions, except for Su Mo, a super dark horse.

A dark horse also appeared on the fifth group battle stage.

This person, named Wu Meng, was wearing a black robe, with a cold face and extremely powerful force.

Wu Meng defeated the tenth-ranked Gu Zhan with only four moves.

Moreover, this person fought with Ling Muchen, who was ranked third, for dozens of moves before he lost by one move.

"This Wu Meng is really amazing. He probably has the strength of the top five outside goals."

"Yes! His strength is probably three points better than Sumo!"

“…”

Wu Meng's performance was very dazzling. Many outer disciples discussed it and even compared him with Su Mo to guess who was the biggest dark horse in this competition.

In the second group where Su Mo is in, two people have died, and there is a missing battle in each round.

"The second group, Su Mo vs. Fei Kuang!"

Finally, in the penultimate round, Su Mo encountered a strong opponent again.

The fifth place in the outer gate is Fei Kuang.

"Ha ha!"

Fei Kuang grinned and laughed.

"Su Mo, I thought that He Yangjun could play with me in this second group. I didn't expect that you were better than him, so I tortured him to death in just two moves."

"Now, just play with me!"

Fei Kuang's face was very rough. He laughed a few times, and his tall and mighty body suddenly jumped up, spanning dozens of meters, and landed directly on the battlefield.

Dong!

Fei Kuang's body fell down, and the battle stage was trembling slightly.

"Haha, as you wish!"

Su Mo's fighting spirit rose in his eyes, and his figure quickly rushed to the battlefield.

On the battlefield, Su Mo and Fei Kuang stood opposite each other.

Fei Kuang was more than two meters tall, and his explosive muscles were emitting dark light, which was extremely terrifying.

Just standing there gives people a strong sense of oppression, as if facing a prehistoric beast.

A large number of disciples around him, seeing Su Mo and Fei Kuang face each other, surrounded the second battle platform.

"I wonder who is better than Su Mo or Fei Kuang?"

"It should be that Fei Kuang is better!"

"That's not necessarily the case. Su Mo killed He Yangjun in two moves. This kind of strength is no less than Fei Kuang!"

"If they have better, they will know who is better!"

Many disciples were discussing fiercely in the audience.

Nangong Linjue and other disciples of the Tianmeng League were also focusing on the second group of battle stations.

This battle should give you a glimpse of Su Mo's true strength?

"Fei Kuang, are you a master of body refining?"

On the stage, Su Mo looked at Fei Kuang and asked with a smile.

This Fei Kuang is even more terrifying than the Shi Long that Su Mo saw in Guanwu City.

This person is not only stronger, but also has a more fierce and domineering aura.

"good!"

Fei Kuang nodded and said confidently: "I don't need true energy. I can fight against ordinary masters of the sixth level of the Lingwu Realm by relying on the strength of my body."

"Is that true?"

Upon hearing this, Su Mo smiled slightly, pondered for a moment, and said, "I have also practiced the art of body refining, why don't we compare our physical body?"

As soon as Su Mo said this, Fei Kuang had not spoken yet, the outer disciples watching from the audience instantly burst into trouble.

"Damn, I heard it right?"

"Oh my God! Su Mo actually wants to compete with Fei Kuang in physical form!"

"Isn't this a fucking abuse?"

The disciples around were in an uproar.

They couldn't help but wonder if Su Mo's mind was in trouble?

Fei Kuang is more than two meters high, his muscles are like a dragon and a dragon, extremely strong, and his physical body is divine and powerful, and he can easily tear away the beast.

And what about Su Mo?

That is, the body shape of an ordinary person, with a well-proportioned figure, and even a little thin, less than a crazy shoulder, and his body cannot feel much strength at all.

The two of them stood on the stage and formed an extremely sharp contrast.

In this situation, Su Mo actually wants to compete with Fei Kuang in physical form?

Many disciples were even amused by Su Mo.

On the stage, Fei Kuang was slightly stunned when he heard Su Mo's words.

"Su Mo, are you kidding?"

Fei Kuang sneered, and did not take it seriously. He looked at Su Mo for a while, and then said, "You want to compete with me in physical form? Just your small body, I slapped it and it turned into a scum!"

"Strength doesn't depend on the size of the body?"

Su Mo smiled faintly, and then he bent down, raised his fist, and did not use his true energy. He suddenly punched the battle platform under his feet.

Bang!

The fist fell, and the battle platform trembled slightly. Wherever Su Mo's fist hit, fine cracks appeared on the battle platform instantly.

"Um?"

Fei Kuang raised his eyebrows and showed surprise in his eyes.

It is actually possible to knock out cracks on the strong battle platform with just one punch. This power is indeed not weak!

"No wonder you want to compete with me with your physical strength. It turns out that your physical strength is also good!"
To be continued...