Facing the attacks of Hu Yuanlong, Li Hai, and the others, Su Mo was about to use his Martial Soul power when a thought suddenly struck him.
Looking at the Heavenly Wind filling the sky, an idea suddenly surfaced in Su Mo's mind.
He possessed Wind Sword Intent and had a rather profound understanding of wind. Could he borrow its momentum? Borrow the Wind Momentum that filled the heavens?
No sooner had he thought of it than he acted. Su Mo's consciousness merged into the wind, and he abruptly drew his sword, unleashing three strikes neither hurried nor slow at the attacks of Hu Yuanlong and the others.
He did not hold back with these three strikes either, using three streams of Nirvana Sword Qi.
Whoosh!
The three streams of Sword Qi were like the wind itself, ethereal and illusory as they met the incoming blade radiance, fist radiance, and palm imprints.
At that moment, a sudden change occurred. Wherever the Sword Qi passed, the Wind Momentum followed. Quite a few razor-sharp wind blades actually merged into the Sword Qi.
The ethereal Sword Qi, as intangible as wind, instantly doubled in power.
Screech!
The Sword Qi collided with the blade radiance, fist radiance, and the like in an instant. There was no explosion, nor was there any deafening crash. It tore through all three attacks at once and slashed toward the three men.
"What?"
"How is this possible?"
"How could it be this powerful?"
Hu Yuanlong and the others were thunderstruck, never having expected their combined attacks to be so utterly vulnerable before Su Mo.
However, none of them were weak, and their reactions were extremely swift. They hurriedly dodged, narrowly evading Su Mo's Sword Qi.
Yet because Hu Yuanlong had dodged Su Mo's Sword Qi, a massive Heavenly Wind