Douluo: This soul master is too introverted

Every time Su Ming swung his sword, dust rose from the ground.

The originally solid ground was now loosened by Su Ming's footsteps.

This time, Su Ming practiced the Golden Crow Sword Technique three times before stopping.

After his Golden Crow Sword Skills reached a minor level of success, he acquired some tips on how to save his soul power, and the use of his soul power was no longer as random as before.

However, it is still a long way from achieving the perfection of the Golden Crow Sword Technique after 500 times, let alone the state of perfection.

Su Ming was not in a hurry. It would only take a hundred days to achieve great success. It was better than practicing without any progress.

Huh, Su Ming finished his training, stood up, and wiped the sweat off his body with a rag.

Click.

Just as I was about to go down the mountain, the sound of branches breaking suddenly rang out.

In an instant, Su Ming broke out in a cold sweat.

"Who?"

"What kind of hero is it to hide and hide? Come out if you have the guts!"

Su Ming subconsciously stood with the knife in his hand, his legs one in front and one behind, ready to meet the enemy.

Tap tap tap, the sound of heavy footsteps was heard.

Su Ming's pupils suddenly shrank and he couldn't help but glance to the side.

Listening to the footsteps, he felt his heartbeat was completely affected.

That eerie illusion even made him feel...

Once his steps stopped, his heart would stop too.

Can you actually affect the enemy's heartbeat with your footsteps?

Damn!

This guy's cultivation is probably above that of a Soul King.

Su Ming felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

Although he knew he couldn't win, he still held the hatchet tightly in his hand and didn't dare to slack off.

"Don't worry, I have no ill intentions towards you."

A magnetic voice was heard, the cloak scratched the leaves, and a burly figure slowly walked out of the woods.

As the voice appeared, all of Su Ming's sense of danger disappeared.

The man just stood quietly under the shadow of the tree, neither moving forward nor backward.

Although the light in the forest was very dim, Su Ming could vaguely see the outline of the person coming through the scattered moonlight.

The man seemed to be wearing a cloak, and his hair and beard were a little messy.

What Su Ming paid most attention to was that pair of eyes. They were like a wandering soul surviving on the brink of life and death, lonely and desolate, yet containing tremendous power that could overturn the world.

Tang Hao.

Su Ming was filled with inexplicable shock. He could already smell alcohol in the air.

Su Ming's brows furrowed even deeper.

I didn't do anything to Tang San, and besides, this was just a normal contest.

You can't say that I'm like Zao Wou-Ki, bullying the weak?

Su Ming made a judgment in an instant, put away his martial spirit and saluted respectfully:

"I don't think I've ever met you before. I wonder what you want from me?"

With Tang Hao's level of cultivation, it is absolutely impossible for him to hear any sound if he doesn't want to be discovered.

Since he deliberately let himself hear it and did not advance or retreat, Su Ming had reason to believe that Tang Hao was not standing up for Tang San.

"I don't have anything to do with you. I'm just curious about your swordsmanship."

"I want to ask, who taught you this sword technique? Why have I never seen it before?"

Tang Hao's hoarse voice was chilling.

It seems intentional, but also seems unintentional.

If it weren't for his words, Su Ming wouldn't even be able to sense that his emotion was curiosity about his swordsmanship.

Su Ming felt slightly relieved and said truthfully:

"I didn't learn my knife skills from a master. You may not know this, but my grandfather was a bamboo craftsman in the village and was an expert at using a hatchet."

“And this sword technique may be the result of watching it day after day, and it suddenly came to me.”

“I woke up the next day and it was just there in my mind and I couldn’t get it out of my head.”

Self-made~

Tang Hao's eyes changed slightly under the shadow of the tree, but he finally believed Su Ming's words.

First, his martial spirit, the hatchet, was destined to have no powerful backing.

Second, the hammering technique of the Haotian Sect is also derived from that of blacksmiths, and the two are indeed similar.

Thinking about it, Tang Hao said:

"Watching you practice swordsmanship, although it seems very impressive, if you encounter a strong enemy, the opponent will not let you do what you want."

"Real swordsmanship requires adaptability to changing circumstances, which you cannot do with your current level."

Su Ming's pupils suddenly shrank. He was of course aware of this, but from what Tang Hao said, it seemed that he had some other ideas.

Su Ming asked tentatively: "What do you mean, Senior?"

Swish!

A stone flew out and instantly hit Su Ming's shoulder.

But Su Ming did not feel any pain at all, as if a domineering force was flowing into his body.

Soul power.

Tang Hao's soul power.

Su Ming raised his head in disbelief, and Tang Hao's domineering voice sounded at the same time.

"Come on, let me see how powerful this sword technique is."

Swish!

Su Ming's eyes narrowed, and he picked up the hatchet without hesitation and attacked Tang Hao.

He was more than happy to have a Titled Douluo as his sparring partner.

Swish swish!

The sharp light of the sword raged through the woods, more violently than ever before.

Abandon dexterity and pursue extreme ferocity.

This is the Golden Crow Sword Technique [Plum Snow in Summer], which uses strong and swift speed to swing the sword rapidly, achieving the effect of intimidating and repelling the enemy.

But as the eighth sword was swung, Su Ming felt more and more terrified.

"Is this the Title Douluo?"

Seeing Tang Hao leisurely dodging, Su Ming refused to believe it and gritted his teeth to face the challenge again.

But in the end, nothing changed.

Tang Hao was still so relaxed.

He avoided all of Su Ming's moves simply by dodging his body.

Even his ultimate move, Golden Light Shining Over the Nine Provinces, was destroyed under his feet.

The deep feeling of powerlessness made Su Ming's mood fall to the bottom.

Swish!

Tang Hao raised his leg and swung it at Su Ming's lower abdomen. The latter instantly flipped out and landed steadily not far away.

Without intentionally hurting Su Ming, Tang Hao continued to instruct:

"Your swordsmanship can catch low-level soul masters by surprise."

"But when facing a truly powerful spirit master, their mental power can easily determine the direction of your sword strike."

"What you need to do now is to find a way to master this sword technique. Only by doing it as you please can you be invulnerable and be able to anticipate your enemies."

"If we can shatter the other party's mental perception, perhaps the effect will be better."

Su Ming nodded without comment. Since the Golden Crow Sword Technique had not yet been perfected, it was naturally impossible for the attack to be completed in one go.

Cut off the spirit?

I will definitely be able to do it in the future.

What I need now is actual combat and the ability to make flexible judgments.

My swordsmanship is perfect, but I am still far from having practical experience.

Su Ming immediately said:

"I know I am no match for you, but you just keep dodging and I am too slow to comprehend."

"So, I would like to ask the seniors for some real guidance."

Su Ming looked at Tang Hao with determination and a strong fighting spirit in his eyes, as if he had put the previous setback behind him.

Oh, Tang Hao's tone was slightly surprised, but his eyes flashed with intention.

"Real guidance is not as simple as it was just now."

"If you break a bone, you'll become disabled. Think carefully."

Joking words were heard, although they were not mixed with any soul power pressure.

But to Su Ming it felt as if countless knives were scraping across his skin, and an icy cold current was pouring into his body, making him shudder.

Killing intent.

Is it so terrifying just because of a hint of murderous intent?

Su Ming was horrified as he felt his body was about to freeze. If he could integrate the Killing God Domain into his martial soul, how powerful he would be.

The City of Slaughter, I must go there once in the future.

Su Ming gritted his teeth, and the harsh voice seemed to come through the gap between his teeth. He replied with difficulty:

"Given your strength, if I would be seriously injured, then you must really want to hurt me."

"In that case, whether I practice or not, the results will be the same."

Hearing this, Tang Hao fell silent for a moment.

After a long while, he finally said something strange.

"You're really...only six?"

Yes.

At the age of six, would you really think so much?

Su Ming laughed at himself, feeling his body freezing inch by inch, he rushed forward resolutely with murderous intent.

So brave!

Tang Hao was moved, his eyes flashed with admiration, and he quickly retracted the murderous intent.

With Su Ming's current mental strength, once he was caught up in this murderous intent, his sea of ​​consciousness would definitely collapse immediately.

Swish, Tang Hao stretched out his hand, and a most ordinary wooden stick appeared in his hand.

He stepped on the ground and rushed over like Su Ming.

Electric light and flint.

The two men competed in the woods.