Su Mo passed the stairs and soon arrived at the second floor space.
The space on the second floor is no different from the first floor, but it is more spacious, as if it is as huge as tens of thousands of miles.
In the air, Wu Ling's projection was already waiting for him.
Whoosh!
Su Mo redirected his body, flew into the air, and stood opposite the other party.
"If you can reach 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 still has a sense of thinking?
However, he just looked at it and rejected the idea. Wu Ling's projection face was not dull, his eyes were unconscious, and he had no consciousness at all. Even if there was, he only had a simple fighting consciousness.
"cut!"
Su Moke was not interested in talking to a projector and immediately tentatively slashed out a sword. The sword light was dazzling and the magic power rolled, hitting Wu Ling's projection directly.
Rumble!
Wu Ling's projection took action again, and he pointed out with one finger and shot the same light.
This finger is obviously more powerful. The majestic finger force forms a light column with a diameter of more than ten feet, which rotates rapidly and is extremely powerful.
The light column quickly faced Su Mo's sword energy, and its majestic power was like a huge angry dragon, roaring in the sky.
In the next breath, the sword energy and the light pillar were fiercely struck each other.
boom!
A loud bang, the sword energy and the light column exploded one after another, and the energy swept across it, making a mighty and powerful sound.
"It's really extraordinary!" Su Mo was a little surprised. The projection of 50% of its strength was more powerful than the projection of 30% of its strength.
But that wasn't enough to stop him.
"Die!"
Su Moli shouted, and his demonic aura rushed up violently, forming a rolling wolf smoke, completely showing his strongest cultivation.
The long sword in his hand turned into a dark magic sword, and the powerful sword light soared a hundred feet, and the sword power soared into the sky.
Swallowing!!
The sword light flashed, the sword energy shot, and the overwhelming projection of Wu Ling was surging.
This time, Su Mo even used Guo Jianqing's long sword fighting soul to make the sword power stronger. The sharp and sharp aura instantly shattered all the space around him thousands of miles away.
This attack was a sure killing attack from Su Mo, just a projection of 50% of its strength, and it can be killed in an instant.
Facing the overwhelming sword energy, Wu Ling's projection palms came out together, and slapped them one after another, and immediately slapped them out huge palm prints.
The palm prints sped out like mountains, shaking the sky and the earth.
The palm prints like a mountain lie in the void, and the surging force is like a vast ocean, unfathomable.
Boom boom boom boom!!
In an instant, countless sword energy slashed on the palm prints like mountains, and loud noises that shook the sky continued to sound.
The palm prints were immediately torn apart, and the overwhelming sword energy was invincible and unstoppable, and they instantly submerged Wu Ling's projection.
After the sword energy dissipated, everything returned to peace, and Wu Ling's projection disappeared.
Su Mo shook his head slightly. Although this projection is 50% of Wu Ling's strength, it is actually far less than 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 the situation like a real warrior and exert real combat power.
Without the combat awareness of a real warrior, all that is left is brute force, which is not worth mentioning.
Moreover, projection is projection after all, without the power of war souls, and its strength is greatly reduced again.
Then, an ancient staircase appeared again in front of him, and Su Mo flew up the stairs and walked towards the third floor.
At this time, almost 99% of the witch geniuses in the outside world were eliminated. It was not that they were not strong enough, but that Wu Ling's projection was too powerful.
Countless witch people surrounded the three-story pagoda, and many people who were eliminated were unwilling to accept their faces.
ah!
At this moment, a scream sounded, and a tall young man from the witch tribe squirted blood, threw it out from the tower gate, and hit the ground heavily.
"It's Wu Tong!"
"Wu Tong was actually eliminated!"
"How is it possible? How can Wu Tong lose with his strength?"
When everyone saw the tall young man being eliminated, they were immediately in an uproar because the young man named Wu Tong was a super genius in the clan.
Although he was not listed in the Shaosi Candidate List, he was second only to those super geniuses on the Shaosi Candidate List. Such a genius figure was defeated!
This shocked everyone. Is this three-story pagoda so difficult to break through?
"Brother Wu Tong, how are you?" Several geniuses immediately stepped forward, helped Wu Tong up, and asked with concern.
Wu Tong stood up, touched the blood at the corner of his mouth, turned his head and saw the burning gazes of everyone, and his face turned red.
As one of the super geniuses in the clan, he didn't even break through the third level of the first level of the pagoda, which really made him look disgraceful.
"The projection strength of the third level is very terrifying, and the combat consciousness seems to be like the real brother Wu Ling. I am not wronged!" After taking a deep breath, Wu Tong said in a deep voice.
"What?" Everyone was shocked when they heard this. They basically didn't break to the third floor, so they naturally didn't know what was happening on the third floor.
It turns out that the projection on the third level is so powerful, and its combat consciousness is no different from Brother Wu Ling. It is not like the first and second levels. The projection has no consciousness and is very stiff in combat.
This is awesome!
The combat consciousness like Brother Wu Ling is so terrifying that even if he fights at the same level and only has 70% of his strength.
In this case, how many people can pass through the third-level pagoda and reach the top of the tower?
"There will definitely not be more than 200 people who can break through this third-level pagoda in the first level!" Wu Tong said with a serious expression, not knowing whether it was the real situation or giving him an excuse for failure.
"A bunch of waste!"
At this moment, a indifferent voice sounded, and the Witch King on the top of the tower opened his eyes and glanced at the many eliminated people, with disdain in his eyes.
The geniuses from millions of tribes entered the tower and were almost eliminated, which made the Witch King speechless.
The so-called geniuses in these tribes are simply a joke. They dare to call them geniuses, which really makes him very disdainful.
"I hope Wuma and Wu Youlan have some skills and play with me, otherwise it will be boring!" The Witch King sighed inwardly and closed his eyes again.
In his heart, among the geniuses in the entire clan, only Wuma and Wu Youlan could barely compete with him, and the others were just going through the motions.
Many people heard the insulting words of the Witch King, and many people's faces darkened, but they dared not speak out.
There is no way, people have the capital to be arrogant and have the confidence to despise everything.
Chapter completed!