Kapitel 117: Not a Single One Left

Su Mo's body accelerated tremendously.

He flew towards the 10 remaining disciples like lightning.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

As the sword radiance scattered, multiple wisps of sword Qi were expelled from Su Mo's hand, and one after another, bolted towards them.

Fast as lightning, the wisps of sword Qi came close to the remaining Ulti-mystery Sect disciples in an instant.

"Let's kill him together!" The rugged Ulti-mystery Sect disciple shouted.

"Kill!"

The few other Ulti-mystery Sect disciples gritted their teeth, used their full combat strength and joined hands together to fend off Sumo's attack.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The attacks clashed one after another, causing continuous sounds of explosions.

With 10 people joining hands together, their strength was considerably strong, enough to block Su Mo's attack.

"Merely struggling on the verge of death!" Su Mo said in a cold tone.