Douluo: This soul master is too involuntarily involved

On the streets, the wind and snow are thick and cold.

There were very few passers-by, and only two figures stood quietly.

The sky was freezing cold, and the back of the two became a white field. "If I don't

come now, I don't know when I'll see you next time."

"I don't want to leave regrets, if you want to go, then it depends on your ability."

The smile on his face quickly disappeared, Tang San's expression was solemn, and his eyes rippled with purple airflow.

Since he came to Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy, he has been pressed by Su Ming.

The greatest adversary is leaving, and he must give the utmost respect.

The two soul masters fought one battle, and the soul master fought again.

He has become a Great Soul Master, and the battle between the two should be brought to a successful end, so as not to let himself regret it in the future.

Sensing Tang San's vigorous fighting intent, Su Ming took out a firewood knife from the space ring.

The cloak he wore on his head was mercilessly thrown on the snow. The

cold wind blew through, and it seemed that countless termites climbed up.

Tang San raised his eyebrows, "Su Ming, you can't help but look down on me too much."

"Do you want to use this firewood knife to defeat me of the Great Soul Master?"

Swish!

Instead of explaining, Su Ming chose a more useful way, he carried a firewood knife and rushed over like lightning.

All the wind and snow in front of him were defeated, as if there was an invisible aura wrapped, like a bullet coming out of the chest, and the speed was amazing.

"Su Ming, you are too arrogant."

Purple eyes bloomed, and Tang San's inner anger was ignited, and his hands turned crystal milky white.

Swish!

Like a ghost, there was no trace on the ground, and several phantoms seemed to appear behind Tang San, only the figure in the front was the most solid.

Electric flint, the figures of the two were already about to collide.

Swish!

Su Ming took the lead in attacking, the knife in his hand was raised upright, and his heavy back attacked the former's chest.

Su Ming's posture with the knife is very strange, the blade is to the hand, the thumb holding the handle of the knife is facing the tail, and the grip is diametrically opposite, this is a yin hand knife.

The momentum on his body also changed suddenly, his arm muscles bulged, and the posture of raising the knife seemed to be tempered by a thousand hammers, which was completely natural.

Just as soon as he made a move, Tang San knew that his Purple Pole Demon Pupil was in a bad situation.

Su Ming's reaction speed was too fast, and he even surpassed himself who had the Purple Pole Demon Pupil.

Moreover, he felt the presence of spiritual power around him.

"Terrible opponent!"

The inner fighting spirit is becoming more and more surging, and it is inevitable that it is a great joy in life to be able to compete with such an enemy.

Tang San's reaction was not slow at all, his arms were instantly straightened, and his palms with full strength were supported downward.

Clang!

The two powerful forces collided together, and the terrifying air wave exploded the surrounding wind and snow, revealing a ground with a diameter of two meters.

The wind and snow raised had not yet subsided, and I saw a kite with a figure like a broken line being shot out.

The figure in the air backflipped, and the huge force made him stagger to the ground.

Tang San's right hand pressed to the ground, and his entire arm was shaking uncontrollably, filled with a sense of numbness.

Tang San snorted, his expression frightened and solemn, "How many layers of strength did you use in this blow?"

"Fifty percent."

Su Ming's words were golden, and the simple two words made the corners of Tang San's mouth twitch, and he wanted to burst into foul language in his heart.

He practiced Xuanyu hands, worked in a blacksmith shop, needed to wield a sledgehammer every day, and had already hammered his arms like steel and iron bones.

Originally, I thought that Su Ming only held an ordinary firewood knife, and he could easily take it.

But I didn't expect that the simple raising of the knife actually contained such a terrifying force.

Pure and fierce strength, condensing a little burst, Tang San instantly thought of the chaotic cloak hammer hair, it seemed that the other party's power was similar.

Oh, the milky white soul power was like a white snake wrapped around the arm.

Tang San slowly got up, his fingers clenched into fists again.

"Under normal circumstances, I may not be your opponent, but I still want to try."

"You are optimistic, this is the technique I learned before, wrapping the Xuanyu hand with incomparably pure soul power should be enough to block this blow of yours."

Tang San's eyes were bright, and the milky white air flow in his palm was even more viscous, exuding strong energy fluctuations.

A familiar feeling welled up in his heart, and Su Ming pinched his nose, a little embarrassed for Tang San.

The scene in front of him is probably no one more familiar than him. Tang

Hao's guy really gave Tang San the method of refining his soul power.

However, judging from Tang San's induction method, it seems that he did not compress the soul power of his whole body, but only tempered part of the soul power and used it with Xuanyu hand.

Single-point compression is a method.

Feeling that Tang San's thoughts were biased, Su Ming couldn't help but shake his head and reminded:

"Tang San, even if you block the blow I just had, you still can't block the attack from behind."

"Defeating a person is not simply blocking the next time, if you really want to fight like this, you can't win me."

Tang San thought thoughtfully, and finally had to nod and admit this.

"Without using soul techniques, I am indeed not your opponent."

"But that doesn't mean I'm going to lose."

Before the words fell, Tang San had already moved, approaching Su Ming like lightning.

Su Ming just stood in place this time, with the knife and arm across his chest, and did not make any unnecessary movements, and did not seem to intend to attack.

Seeing Tang San arrive in front of him, Su Ming quickly made the Yin Hand Dao, his arm slashed domineeringly, and directly took the former's face.

Swish!

A few strands of hair fell, Su Ming's attack was actually in vain, and the strange power that seemed to be strange just now rushed out from the ground, making his knife rise a little.

Bang!

The upward palm quickly pushed out, and the thick Xuantian Gong internal power in Tang San's body burst out.

Only a dull sound was heard, and a fierce palm hit Su Ming's left fist that was resisting with his curved arm.

The two collided with their left hands, forming a wrestling momentum.

It's just that Su Ming's face is relaxed, and Tang San is a little gloomy, one block and one attack, the strength is already obvious.

Rumble!

The fist pushed Tang San away, and Su Ming stood with a look of fearlessness.

"No need to bind your hands and feet, any move is fine, I am not as weak as you think, and it will not affect my departure this time."

Seeing through, Tang San looked up in surprise, seeing that the latter's eyes were sincere, he also realized something, and took a deep breath.

Ghosting, reappearing.

This time, Tang San's speed was faster, like a ghost floating through the snow.

Swish!

As he walked forward, his fingers kept moving, and with each flick, a sonic boom sounded.

Darker.

Densely packed dark vessels.

Bone nails, lancets, flying locusts, money darts, rain of money.

The spiritual power immediately spread out in a fan shape, and at the same time, a refined and majestic black energy shield appeared around Su Ming. Dingding,

countless dark weapons exploded on the energy shield, like dense rain knocking on the window, beads falling on jade disks.

Such a dense attack, even if you see it, makes people's scalps numb.

Looking closely, I saw that the tiny flying needle hit the black light, and it was instantly bounced off.

Even the bone-piercing nails seemed to be pulled by a huge force, and the speed became slow. There

were very few dark weapons that could pass through the black energy shield, and they were finally slashed by the wood knife in Su Ming's hand.

This guy's soul power is so pure?

Tang San's eyes changed in shock, and he didn't have time to think about it, and the first soul ring on the soles of his feet immediately lit up.

Tang San's judgment was extremely accurate, taking advantage of Su Ming's inability to launch an attack while he was restrained by the secret weapon, the other party would definitely not be able to cut off the blue silver grass like last time. Yikes

!

More than a dozen vines with thick arms rushed towards Su Ming, as if they had opened a large mouth of blood, wanting to engulf him.

Bang!

As expected, Su Ming was instantly wrapped in blue silver grass into rice dumplings.

With the blessing of two soul rings, the first soul ring mandala snake, the second soul ring ghost vine, the toughness of the blue silver grass has long been different from the past.

The current blue and silver entanglement, even ordinary great soul masters could not be easily broken.

It was reasonable to say that it should be stable, but Tang San's face did not have any excitement, stared at the big rice dumpling in front of him, and slowly raised his right arm.

Under the sleeves, three crossbow arrows are ready to fire, and the cold light is terrifying.

The martial soul was an extension of the body, and Tang San could feel that Su Ming was not trapped by the blue silver entanglement.

A thumping heartbeat sounded, and the prison cage formed by the blue silver grass not only did not close, but expanded outward.

A pitch-black light overflowed from the gap in the blue silver grass, as if something was rushing out.

Swish!

Feeling that the blue silver grass was being cut off, and a spiritual force located himself, Tang San was shocked and immediately flashed to the side.

Bang, the ultimate black light exploded, and the blue silver grass cage burst open a big hole.

In an instant, the sky and the earth lost their color.

It seems that only that brilliant black glow exists between heaven and earth, extremely sharp.

Sting!

The black light flashed, and the ice and snow on the street splashed everywhere, obscuring the view. Tang San was stunned, and

before he had time to react, there was a sound of metal cracking and collapsing behind him.

On the street, a deep cut more than ten meters long was shocking.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and Tang San subconsciously looked back.

More than ten meters away, the metal bronze statue was cut open and fell to the ground.

Even more frightening, the granite walls at the rear were also swallowed by the crescent.

From a distance, not only the granite suffered, but even the buildings further behind were cut.

In front of that black mang, everything became as fragile as tofu.

Oh, the blue silver grass around Tang San's body disappeared.

"You lose."

Cold words popped out of his mouth, and the firewood knife in Su Ming's hand disappeared. Yes~ Lost~ The

third time, losing to a person, really unwilling ah~

Tang San's eyes were sluggish, helpless, but with a bit of relief.

A wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and Tang San spoke, "That move just now shouldn't be your soul ring skill, it's more like you created it yourself, right?" Su

Ming picked up the cloak and shook the snow on it.

"It's not that I created it myself, it's just that I have long existed and learned."

Su Ming put on his cloak again, stepped on the white snow and prepared to leave.

Learned?

Tang San didn't believe this statement.

Self-created soul techniques are in line with their own creation, not suitable for others.

Don't want to say forget it, Tang San looked at Su Ming who passed by, his eyes became a little strange, "Your soul power fluctuations just now, it doesn't feel like ordinary soul power, I'm curious, where did you learn it?"

Su Ming's footsteps paused, and when he looked back at him, a little teasing appeared on his face:

"Do you say that there is a possibility, that is actually created by myself?"

Swish! The air suddenly became quiet.

Tang San's face turned dark, and he left angrily without turning his head, as if some flood beast was chasing him.

【Drip! Congratulations to the host for overcoming Tang San and rewarding the ice silk armor. 】