Douluo: This soul master is too introverted

It is hard to imagine what could have caused such huge fluctuations in Su Ming's thoughts.

Because the old man's appearance was not exactly the same as his, but his old age did bear some resemblance to him.

As expected, in a dream, the biggest enemy is oneself!

"The last level is to fight you?"

Su Ming came up to the old man, stroked his chin and looked at him curiously. He looked calm and composed, as if he was admiring his own handsome appearance at an old age, without any fear at all.

The old man shook his head and said:

"The enemy at the last level is yourself."

"I have all the abilities you have. Are you sure you still want to fight?"

The old man's voice was light and had a somewhat ethereal quality.

From beginning to end, his expression did not change at all, just like a pool of stagnant water.

It gives people the feeling that there is no danger at all, and can make people let down all their guard.

But Su Ming couldn't help laughing at the old man's words.

"Why are you laughing?" the old man asked, frowning slightly.

"The most important thing about illusions is to deceive the enemy."

"What a shame, you're so fake!"

Su Ming shook his head, and his figure quickly retreated, stopping ten meters in front of the old man.

In an instant, countless sword energies burst out from Su Ming's body.

The old man remained calm. The moment he waved his sleeves, a tornado quickly grew larger and confronted Su Ming's sword energy tornado.

Boom!

Amid the violent explosion, all the sword energy disappeared into thin air, and they were completely destroyed together.

The old man smiled calmly, "See, I know all your moves. Your attacks can't hurt me at all."

"Since it's impossible to get past the eighth floor, why bother struggling in vain?!"

Su Ming glanced at his own health bar, which was 13300, almost the same as the old man's. In fact, the other party's value was 500 higher than his, reaching 13800.

In the mental power collision just now, Su Ming was slightly inferior. It seemed that the old man's words were indeed correct. This was indeed a useless struggle.

Not discouraged, Su Ming's eyes flashed with a piercing light.

"You won't know whether you can beat him until you try."

"But you are wrong about one thing. You are not me, and you can never be me."

Shocking!

The old man's face changed slightly.

Swish!

Su Ming exerted force on his toes and shot out in an instant.

boom!

The powerful elbow collision caused a terrifying impact, and brilliant golden light emerged from the hands of both men at the same time.

The same soul power strength, the same force.

It was like two figures in a mirror approaching each other and then moving away.

The two figures retreated in unison.

Soul power—233!

As soon as he landed, Su Ming jumped up instantly as if there was a taut bowstring, closing the distance between him and the old man again.

Swish!

His tensed right leg swept forward with the axe. Before the sonic boom sounded, Su Ming's right leg had already reached the old man's head.

The air roared and the old man instantly fell to the ground with his left foot, spreading his arms like a soaring eagle, and quickly dodged Su Ming's attack.

At this moment, the old man suddenly raised his head, and his sharp eagle eyes revealed a bloodthirsty light.

The old man clenched his fists with his middle fingers sticking out, and punched forward with both fists.

Su Ming used a high right whip kick. Due to inertia, he had his back to the old man at the moment, with his back open, which was also a perfect opportunity to attack.

"Just in time!"

Su Ming's eyes focused, and he pointed his swords with both hands and took a deep breath.

shhhhh--

Ten sword energies condensed around his body, and when the old man's fist collided with his, a large piece was actually cut off by the sword energy.

Mental power—820!

The old man was startled and quickly distanced himself from Su Ming.

"This is impossible!"

"I have all the abilities you have, how could you possibly hurt me?!"

Because he was a spiritual body, the old man's severed fingers recovered quickly.

But Su Ming’s reaction surprised the old man more than the broken finger. His mirror-like calm face collapsed in an instant, filled with shock and fear.

"I told you, you are not me!"

“There is no perfect dream, and no absolute imitation.”

A snow-white sword appeared in Su Ming's hand. It was an extremely elegant crescent-shaped sword that came from nowhere but landed in front of the old man.

"The first seven levels let you see all my moves, but in terms of combat instinct, you are far behind!"

The old man's pupils trembled violently, and his eyes finally showed unprecedented fear.

The sword light passed by the old man's face, and the old man's entire face was reflected on it. It was a distorted and frightened face.

Yes, himself!

The nightmare-like voice rang in the old man's ears again.

"Besides, what makes me powerful is not the moves I master!"

The long sword disappeared, and Su Ming's eyes revealed an even brighter light.

The sword finger was originally holding the sword, but now as the sword disappeared, the sword finger actually fell down.

The waves crashed against the shore, and countless sword energies burst out in an instant. The sharp sword energy was unstoppable and pierced through the old man's body in an instant without any obstruction.

boom!

The sword fingers touched, and it was like a lightning strike, and the old man fell heavily to the ground.

The terrifying sword energy penetrated the ground of the eighth floor, and the old man instantly fell to the seventh floor.

Mental power—2317!

"you……"

The old man was about to stand up, but when he looked up, he saw that Su Ming’s eyes were emitting a strange golden light.

It was an extremely refined light, which seemed to be cutting and tearing apart everything in the world all the time.

The emperor, who is high and mighty, will not allow anyone to look directly into his holy face.

The old man was horrified to find that his mental strength was actually continuing to decline.

—340!

—206!

—222!

……

"What exactly is this?"

The bright light pierced through his turbid eyes, and the old man watched the golden light from the outside world madly gather into Su Ming's eyes.

That is a unique power, not a spiritual power, but...

boom!

The sluice gate of Tianhe River was opened, and golden light shot towards the old man's body madly. The infinite power of the golden waterfall bombarded the old man.

A hole!

Two holes!

The tear on the old man's back became bigger and bigger, and finally the old man was cut in half.

The seventh layer, broken!

The sixth layer, broken!

Fifth layer, broken!

Boom!

The sky collapsed, the earth collapsed, and smoke and dust poured in madly from above.

The world-destroying storm brought the old man to the fourth level of space.

sizzle-

At the broken part, the gray water flow pulled the old man's chest and waist together again.

The old man who had recovered gasped in fear. Two small black horns appeared from the top of his head, revealing his true appearance.

But the number above my head was only 5809 at this moment.

In the outside world, Meng Shenji spat out large mouthfuls of blood, his eyes were as big as a cow, and his mind was immersed in the attack just now and unable to come back to his senses.

Soul skills!

Create your own soul skills!

Soul skills cannot be used in dreams, but this guy can actually mobilize the soul power of his body and create soul skills.

"monster!!"

Meng Shenji's clenched fists were shaking and he was terrified.

This guy is right, his most terrifying ability is not his moves, but his creativity.

——His unique thinking!

One that is always creating!

Someone who is always making progress!

How should the mirror beast imitate? !

On the roof of the seventh floor, a figure stood next to the hole, with golden eyes projected down into the distance, looking down like an emperor.

The Mirror Beast's heart tightened, and after staring at each other for ten seconds, the unprecedented loss of control made him feel panic, and he subconsciously lowered his noble head.

The human form retreated, and a soul beast that looked like a fawn appeared.

The colorful bodies seemed to be cast in colored glass, magical and charming, and countless figures flashed across the mirror.

What is even more amazing is its eyes. Each eye has three pupils, which makes people dare not look into its eyes for fear that their souls will be taken away.

"Mirror Beast!"

The Mirror Image Beast and the Mirror Shadow Beast have the same bloodline. The monsters in the previous few layers are also the soul ring soul beasts of Meng Shen Ji itself. As for the Mirror Image Beast in the last layer, it makes Su Ming's eyes light up. No wonder Meng Shen Ji's dream is so difficult to break.

When your mental strength is exhausted, it is indeed difficult to win if you encounter a soul beast that imitates you completely, and fighting with blood is completely useless.

"Forget it. I'll kill you. I guess Old Man Meng will vomit blood again."

Withdrawing his gaze from below, Su Ming looked towards the top of the tower.

He just stretched out his right hand, and light golden starlight came from all directions, and was then wrapped in a layer of gray energy.

shhhhh--