Peerless God Lord

Su Mo passed the stairs and soon arrived at the second floor.

The space on the second floor is no different from the first floor, except that it is more spacious, as if it is tens of thousands of miles in diameter.

In mid-air, Wu Ling's projection was already waiting for him.

Whoosh!

Su Mo jumped up and flew into the air, facing the opponent.

"If you can break into the second level, you can be called a true genius in our clan!" Wu Ling's projection spoke, his voice was indifferent, without any emotion.

Su Mo was surprised when he heard this. Could it be that this projection had consciousness?

However, he just looked at it and rejected the idea. Wu Ling's projection surface was not dull, his eyes were dull, and he had no consciousness at all. If he had any, he only had a simple fighting consciousness.

"cut!"

Su Mo was not interested in talking to a projection, so he immediately took out a tentative sword. The sword was dazzling and filled with demonic power, hitting Wu Ling's projection directly.

Boom!

Wu Ling's projection struck again, with the same finger pointing, and the same finger light shot out.

This finger was obviously more powerful. The majestic finger force formed a light pillar with a diameter of more than ten feet, spinning rapidly with overwhelming power.

The beam of light quickly met Su Mo's sword energy, and its majestic power was like a huge angry dragon roaring into the sky.

In the next breath, the sword energy and the beam of light violently shook together.

boom!

There was a loud explosion, the sword energy and light pillars exploded one after another, and the energy swept across in a mighty and mighty way.

"It's really extraordinary!" Su Mo was a little surprised. The projection of 50% strength was not a bit more powerful than the projection of 30% strength.

But that wasn't enough to stop him.

"Die!"

Su Mo shouted sharply, and the demonic energy in his body surged up into billowing smoke, fully demonstrating his strongest cultivation strength.

The long sword in his hand turned into a dark magic sword. The powerful sword light surged hundreds of feet, and the power of the sword soared to the sky.

Whoosh! !

The sword light flashed and the sword energy shot out, overwhelming the sky and rushing toward Wu Ling's projection.

This time, Su Mo even used Guo Jianqing's long sword fighting spirit, making the sword even more powerful. The sharp energy instantly shattered the entire space thousands of miles around him.

This blow was a sure-kill blow for Su Mo. It was just a projection of 50% of Su Mo's strength and could kill him in an instant.

Facing the overwhelming sword energy, Wu Ling's projected palms came out and struck continuously, creating huge palm prints.

The palm prints were like huge mountains, flying out and shaking the heaven and the earth.

The mountain-like palm prints lie across the void, and the surging power is like the vast ocean, unfathomable.

Boom boom boom! !

In an instant, countless sword energy slashes hit the mountain-like palm prints, and loud noises continued to sound.

The palm seals were torn apart immediately, and the overwhelming sword energy was invincible and unstoppable, drowning Wu Ling's projection in an instant.

After a while, the sword energy dissipated, everything returned to calm, and Wu Ling's projection had disappeared.

Su Mo shook his head slightly. Although this kind of projection had 50% of Wu Ling's strength, it was far from 50%.

Because although the power of this projection is strong, it is too rigid and does not know how to adapt. It is completely impossible to adapt to changes and exert real combat effectiveness like a real warrior.

Without the fighting consciousness of a true warrior, all that's left is just brute force, not worth mentioning.

Moreover, a projection is a projection after all. Without the power of the fighting spirit, the strength will be greatly reduced again.

Immediately, a simple staircase appeared in front of him again. Su Mo dodged and flew up the stairs to the third floor.

In the outside world at this time, almost 99% of the wizard geniuses have been eliminated. It's not that they are not strong enough, but Wu Ling's projection is too powerful.

Countless people from the Witch Clan gathered around the three-story pagoda, and many of those who were eliminated had expressions of unwillingness on their faces.

ah!

At this moment, a scream rang out, and a tall young man from the Wu tribe spurted blood and was thrown out from the tower door, hitting the ground heavily.

"It's Wu Tong!"

"Wu Tong was actually eliminated!"

"How is it possible? With Wu Tong's strength, how can he be defeated?"

When everyone saw that the tall young man was eliminated, there was an uproar because this young man named Wu Tong was a super genius in the clan.

Although he was not ranked on the list of candidates for the post of Young Master, he was still second only to those super geniuses on the list of candidates for the post of Young Master. Such a genius actually lost!

This shocked everyone. Is this three-story pagoda so difficult to break into?

"Brother Wu Tong, how are you?" Several geniuses immediately came forward, helped Wu Tong up, and asked with concern.

Wu Tong stood up, touched the blood on the corner of his mouth, turned his head and saw the burning eyes of everyone, and his face suddenly turned red.

As one of the super geniuses in the clan, he couldn't even get through the three-story pagoda in the first level, which was really embarrassing for him.

"The projection power of the third level is very terrifying, and the fighting consciousness is like that of the real brother Wu Ling. I won't be defeated unfairly!" Wu Tong said in a deep voice after taking a deep breath.

"What?" Everyone was shocked when they heard this. Basically, they had not broken into the third floor, so naturally they didn't know the situation on the third floor.

It turns out that the projection on the third level is so powerful, and its fighting consciousness is no different from that of Brother Wu Ling. It is not like the first and second levels. The projection has no consciousness and is very stiff when fighting.

This is great!

With a fighting consciousness like Brother Wu Ling, even if he were to fight at the same level and only have 70% strength, it would be unimaginably terrifying.

If so, how many people can break through the three-story pagoda and reach the top?

"There will definitely be no more than two hundred people who can get through the three-story pagoda in the first level!" Wu Tong said with a solemn expression. He didn't know whether he was telling the truth or giving himself an excuse for failure.

"A bunch of trash!"

At this moment, an indifferent voice sounded, and the Witch King on the top of the tower opened his eyes and glanced at the many people who had been eliminated, with disdain in his eyes.

Among the millions of geniuses entering the tower, almost all of them were eliminated, which left the Witch King speechless.

The so-called geniuses in these tribes were simply a joke. They actually dared to claim to be geniuses, which really made him feel very disdainful.

"I hope Wu Ma and Wu Youlan can have some skills and play with me, otherwise it will be really boring!" The Witch King sighed secretly and closed his eyes again.

In his mind, among the geniuses in the entire clan, only Wu Ma and Wu Youlan can barely compete with him, and the others are just going through the motions.

Many people heard the insulting words of the Witch King. Many people's faces darkened, but they dared not speak out in anger.

There is no way, they have the capital to be arrogant and the confidence to despise everything.