Douluo: This soul master is too involuntarily involved

Still want to resist with Xuanyu hands?

No.

This guy will definitely not be such a person.

Su Ming's eyes changed slightly, and he secretly left a mental eye.

"Do you think I'll be fooled twice?"

Seeing that Su Ming's sword remained unchanged, Tang San's eyes were cold.

Just as the wood knife and Xuan Yu's hand were about to collide, a powerful elastic force suddenly emerged.

Bang!

The wood knife that was originally slashed at Tang San actually deviated from the direction.

Su Ming's pupils shrank slightly, and he quickly controlled the wood knife to split horizontally, trying to make up for the vacated gap.

Swish!

Tang San knew that he couldn't collide with Su Ming, so he threw his left hand on the ground and leaned back to dodge.

Seeing the wood knife swung past his face, his right foot turned into a knife and axe, and slammed into Su Ming's left shoulder.

That terrifying power even set off a strong wind.

Bang!

The two collided hard again.

It had long been expected that Su Ming used his left hand to block the attack, but the heavy force still made him can't help but take a few steps back.

Seeing that he had the upper hand, Tang San was overjoyed in his heart and once again followed the intense attack.

"Four hundred years of soul ring, really not to be underestimated."

Su Ming's face was serious, and he didn't dare to be careless, and quickly clenched the wood knife from his tail finger to his index finger.

In the blink of an eye, the two collided again.

Su Ming was also not polite, and directly cast the moves above the Golden Crow Dao Technique.

Rapid.

Tough.

The wide opening and closing knife technique was like a violent storm, instantly overwhelming Tang San.

In an instant, the situation on the field was reversed.

Tang San saw the power of Su Ming's sword technique, and he didn't fight him head-on at all.

He has been dodging to find an opportunity, wanting to use the advantage of speed and strength to burn Su Ming to death.

But Su Ming, the last thing he is afraid of is to endure people.

As the distance between the two became closer again, Tang San was also a little panicked in his heart.

Su Ming's knife technique was too violent, and once he got close, he would be seriously injured if he was not careful.

Last time, it was like that!

"Sure enough, as the teacher said, you can't let the strong attack soul master fight closely."

Tang San gritted his teeth, still not ready to use the soul technique, and wanted to try it again.

A purple air stream flashed in his eyes, and the sharp light was like an arrow stabbing towards Su Ming.

Suddenly, something was wrong with Su Ming's condition.

I saw that his movements suddenly came to a sparkle, and the original coherent knife technique seemed to be stuck.

Swish!

The ghostly figure burst out.

Looking at the sluggish Su Ming, Tang San's heart was ecstatic, and his depressed mood was restless.

"This time, I won by myself."

Oh, Xuan Yu's hand went straight to Su Ming's throat, and Tang San wanted to end the battle directly.

Just when Tang San thought he was going to win, his arm suddenly turned cold.

Looking up, Tang San was instantly stunned, Su Ming was no longer abnormal, his eyes were clear and clear, and he sneered.

Not good!

Realizing that it was a trap, Tang San retreated at great speed like stepping on electricity, wanting to open the distance.

"Now, can you still hide!"

Being constantly dodged by Tang San, Su Ming had long been a little annoyed.

Finally, let him hit the scheme, this is the only opportunity to use the sword technique at close range, Su Ming will miss it.

I saw that the firewood knife in his hand rotated wildly like a top, like the blades of an electric fan.

The blade that blew the hair and broke the hair rushed towards Tang San step by step.

Tang San stepped back.

Su Ming pressed forward step by step.

The situation has come to the point of being at a critical point.

"Damn, can't dodge!"

Ben attacked, how could the speed of retreat be faster than the speed of Su Ming's attack, Tang San's heart was anxious.

Seeing that the situation was critical, he couldn't care less, and once again used the crane control to catch the dragon, wanting to shake Su Ming's knife away.

Sting!

The cotton cloth was torn and drops of blood splattered in the setting sun.

The color of blood made Xiao Wu's pupils shrink suddenly, covering her cherry little mouth in horror.

At the same time, a figure slid towards the rear at great speed.

The gliding was eight or nine meters away, and Tang San could not stop.

His face turned pale, and he actually bent his legs and half knelt down.

I saw that the school uniform on his chest was cut open, and there was a bloodstain hanging on his fair skin.

Although it didn't look deep, the blood still stained his clothes red, and he looked shocking.

"How so!"

The body was cut, and under the stimulation of pain, Tang San clenched his gums and looked at Su Ming unwillingly.

"Su Ming, stop quickly!" A

hysterical roar sounded, and Yu Xiaogang ran out wildly.

Looking at Tang San's injury, Yu Xiaogang's scalp was numb, and he felt that half of his feet had stepped into the ghost gate.

Tang San was that son, and no one could bear his anger.

Seeing Tang San's defeat, Su Ming put away the martial soul.

Although he won, from his face, he could not see any joy.

Speed, he has.

Knife technique, he also has.

But the move is not a slash, but a coherence.

Now he can't make one plus one equal two, let alone greater than two.

To put it simply, he is now moving quickly and cannot use the violent golden crow knife method at the same time.

Dual use!

Recalling the battle just now, Su Ming felt that he was still far behind.

If he caught up with Tang San, the Golden Crow Dao Technique could be used perfectly and coherently, and the battle would actually be won easily.

It was hard to catch up, but because of the use of the sword technique, the speed of the body technique decreased, and then he was pulled away by Tang San.

Being flown a kite is too humiliating!

"Su Ming, you are classmates, it is too cruel to actually make such a cruel hand,"

Just as Su Ming was meditating, a terrifying soul power burst out.

Su Ming's heart sank, and his gaze turned to Yu Xiaogang, who was aiming his spearhead at him.

I saw that he was thunderous, and his body exuded a terrifying aura.

Because of the extreme anger, the stiff face became distorted.

The corner of Su Ming's mouth snorted coldly, and he reprimanded unceremoniously:

"Yu Xiaogang, you should ask Tang San if I left my hand in the end."

"If I really want to hurt him, I'm afraid he will be more than this minor injury."

Flesh wound?

Is this a minor injury?

Yu Xiaogang was furious, and was about to reprimand when a hand suddenly grabbed him.

Tang San stood up, and although his chest was bright red, judging from his face, it didn't seem to be much of a big deal.

He glanced at Su Ming in a complicated manner and said truthfully, "Teacher, he really left his hand, it's none of his business."

"Tang San, you..." Yu Xiaogang stopped talking.

Tang San shook his head and laughed helplessly, "My injury is because of the curved blade, if I change the blade and cut it down, I will be disemboweled at this moment."

Although he said it easily, Tang San still had palpitations in his heart at the moment, and his heart was cold.

Because just now, he really felt the fear of death.

That blade is so close to his belly.

Even, it only took Su Ming to have any killing intent to be able to kill him.

And Su Ming, there is no such thing!

Yu Xiaogang also knew that what Tang San said was true, but he was carried away by anger, and he didn't pursue it at the moment.

"Su Ming!"

Seeing that Su Ming was leaving, Tang San quickly stopped him.

"Do you still want to fight?" Su Ming's face was a little angry, and he couldn't keep his hand again and again.

Tang San gritted his teeth, a little unwilling, "I want to try my soul technique, if you can break it, I am willing to admit defeat." "

Soul technique?

Blue silver winding?

Su Ming's eyes lit up slightly, and he nodded slowly.

After a while, the two stood opposite each other again.

The setting sun is falling.

The blade slowly slashed through a brilliant golden light.

Until the great light, it is already shining with the sun, dazzling.