Douluo: This soul master is too introverted

Su Ming looked up, and as if he understood something, he stretched out his fingers forward, and a ten-centimeter nail spike was caught between his fingers.

Su Ming did not get angry but laughed, "Why did you have to stand out when you launched the hidden weapon instead of hiding? Even if it was just to say hello, there is no need to do this, right?"

In the middle of the road, Tang San shrugged indifferently and sneered, "It's okay to use it on others, but if I use it on you, I don't want to give you the chance to beat me up."

"Really."

Su Ming grinned and turned his wrist, "I really want to beat you up right now. If you crawl back later, don't blame me."

“It’s not certain who will climb it!”

Tang San smiled and hummed, and blue light surged on his palm.

Swish, clusters of dark blue vine-like blue silver grass sprang out, with snake patterns on them and sharp thorns protruding all over their bodies.

With the injection of white soul power, the blue silver grass grew wildly.

In the blink of an eye, the arm became thick and the snake mark on it became clearer. The vines coiled around Tang San like a giant snake, choosing someone to bite.

At the same time, two bright yellow angular rings appeared on the soles of his feet.

Great soul master?

Su Ming remained calm on the surface, as if he had expected this, and said with a smile:

"You just became a great spirit master and you're so impatient to come here and get beaten. Aren't you afraid that your self-confidence will be hit?"

Is it possible that Chapter 47 was created by me?

The streets were filled with snow and wind, and it was cold and chilly.

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

It was freezing cold, and there was nothing but white behind the two of them.

"If I don't come now, I don't know when we'll see each other again."

"I don't want to leave any regrets. You can leave if you want, but that depends on your ability."

The smile on his face quickly disappeared, Tang San's expression became solemn, and purple air currents rippled in his eyes.

Ever since he came to the Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy, he had been suppressed by Su Ming.

His biggest rival was about to leave, and he had to give him the greatest respect.

The two soul warriors fought one after another, and the soul masters fought another.

He has become a great soul master, and it is time to bring the battle between the two of them to a perfect end so that he will not have regrets in the future.

Sensing Tang San's vigorous fighting spirit, Su Ming took out a hatchet from his space ring.

Swish, the hat on his head was ruthlessly thrown onto the snow.

When the cold wind blew, it seemed as if countless termites were crawling up.

Tang San raised his eyebrows, "Su Ming, you look down on me too much."

"Do you want to use this hatchet to defeat a great soul master like me?"

Swish!

Instead of explaining, Su Ming chose a more useful way. He rushed over like lightning with a hatchet in hand.

All the wind and snow within a foot in front of him were defeated, as if wrapped by an invisible aura, like a bullet bursting out of a barrel, at an astonishing speed.

"Su Ming, you are too arrogant."

His purple eyes widened, Tang San's inner anger was ignited, and his hands turned into a crystal milky white color.

Swish!

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

In a flash, the two figures were about to collide.

Swish!

Su Ming launched the first attack, with the knife in his hand raised vertically and his heavy back attacking the former's chest.

Su Ming's posture of holding the knife was very strange, with the blade facing his hand and the thumb holding the handle facing the tail end, a completely opposite way of holding it. This was a Yin Hand Knife.

His aura suddenly changed, his arm muscles bulged, and the posture of raising the sword seemed to have been honed through thousands of trials and tribulations, and it seemed to be natural and perfect.

With just one move, Tang San knew that his Purple Demon Pupil was in a bad situation.

Su Ming's reaction speed was so fast that it even surpassed that of himself who possessed the Purple Demonic Pupil.

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

"Terrible opponent!"

The desire to fight in my heart grew stronger and stronger. Being able to compete with such an enemy is undoubtedly a great pleasure in life.

Tang San's reaction was not slow at all. He straightened his arms instantly and pushed down with his palms full of strength.

clang!

Two powerful forces collided with each other, and the terrifying air wave blew away the surrounding wind and snow, revealing a piece of ground with a diameter of two meters.

The wind and snow had not yet subsided, and a figure was seen being blown away like a kite with a broken string.

The figure in the air did a backflip, and the huge force caused him to stumble to the ground.

Tang San pressed his right hand on the ground, his entire arm shaking uncontrollably and filled with numbness.

Tang San groaned, his expression horrified and solemn, "How much strength did you use in this attack?"

"Fifty percent."

Su Ming was very frugal with words, and these two simple words made Tang San's mouth twitch, and he wanted to swear inside.

He practiced the Xuan Yu Hand and worked in a blacksmith shop, swinging a sledgehammer every day, and his arms had long been forged into as strong as steel.

He originally thought that Su Ming was only holding an ordinary hatchet and he could easily take it off.

But he didn't expect that simply swinging the knife could contain such terrifying power.

Pure and powerful force, concentrated into a point and exploded, Tang San instantly thought of the chaotic cloak and hammer, it seemed that the opponent's force was similar in nature.

Swish, the milky white soul power coiled around the arm like a white snake.

Tang San slowly stood up and clenched his fingers into fists again.

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

"Watch carefully. This is a technique I learned before. It wraps the Black Jade Hand with extremely pure soul power. It should be enough to block your attack."

Tang San's eyes were sparkling, and the milky white airflow from his palms became more viscous, emitting strong energy fluctuations.

A familiar feeling surged into his heart, and Su Ming pinched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed for Tang San.

I'm afraid no one is more familiar with the scene before him than he is.

As expected, Tang Hao taught Tang San the method of refining soul power.

However, judging from the way Tang San activated it, he did not seem to compress the spirit power of his entire body, but only tempered part of it and used it in conjunction with the Mysterious Jade Hand.

Single-point compression is a good method.

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

"Tang San, even if you blocked my attack just now, you still can't block the next attack."

"Defeating a person is not as simple as blocking him once. If you keep fighting like this, you won't be able to beat me."

Tang San thought for a while, and finally had to nod and admit it.

"If I don't use my soul skills, I'm really no match for you."

"But that doesn't mean I will lose."

Before he finished his words, Tang San had already moved, approaching Su Ming like lightning.

This time, Su Ming just stood there, with his knife and arm across his chest, without any unnecessary movements, and it seemed that he had no intention of attacking.

Seeing Tang San approaching, Su Ming quickly used the Yin Hand Knife and swung his arm aggressively, aiming directly at the former's face.

Swish!

A few strands of hair fell, and Su Ming's attack missed. It seemed that a strange force rushed out from the ground, causing his sword to gain some momentum.

boom!

The palm of his hand was pushed out upwards with lightning speed, and the powerful Xuan Tian Gong internal force in Tang San's body burst out.

Only a dull sound was heard, and a powerful palm hit Su Ming's left fist as he bent his arm to resist.

The two men collided with their left hands, and actually formed a wrestling momentum.

It's just that Su Ming's face was relaxed, while Tang San was a little gloomy. With one blocking and the other attacking, it was obvious which one had greater power.

boom!

Pushing Tang San away with his fist, Su Ming stood up, his eyes arrogant and fearless.

"Don't be restrained. Any moves will do. I'm not as weak as you think, and it won't affect my departure this time."

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

The ghost reappears.

This time, Tang San was even faster, floating like a ghost in the snow.

Swish!

As he moved forward, his fingers kept moving, and with every flick, a sonic boom was heard.

hidden weapon.

Densely packed hidden weapons.

Bone-piercing nails, scalpels, locust stones, money darts, and money raining down from the sky.

The mental power immediately spread out in a fan shape. At the same time, a refined and powerful black energy shield emerged from Su Ming's body.

Ding ding ding ding, countless hidden weapons exploded at the energy shield, like heavy rain knocking on the window and pearls falling on a jade plate.

Such intensive attacks would make one's scalp tingle even if one saw it.

Upon closer inspection, one could see the tiny flying needles hitting the black light and being bounced away instantly.

Even the bone-piercing nails seemed to be pulled by a huge force and their speed slowed down.

There were very few hidden weapons that could penetrate the black energy shield, and in the end they were chopped away by the hatchet in Su Ming's hand.

This guy's soul power is so pure?

Tang San's eyes changed in shock, and before he could think about it, the first soul ring under his feet lit up immediately.

Tang San's judgment was extremely accurate. While Su Ming was restrained by the hidden weapon and unable to launch an attack, the other party would definitely not be able to cut off the blue silver grass like last time.

Swish swish!

A dozen vines as thick as arms rushed towards Su Ming, as if they had opened their bloody mouths to swallow him up.

Boom!

Just as expected, Su Ming was instantly wrapped like a dumpling by the blue silver grass.

With the blessing of two spirit rings, the first spirit ring is the Mandragora Snake, and the second spirit ring is the Ghost Vine. The resilience of the Blue Silver Grass is no longer what it used to be.

The current blue and silver entanglement cannot be easily broken even by an ordinary great soul master.

Logically speaking, it should be a sure thing, but Tang San's face did not show any excitement. He stared at the big dumpling in front of him and slowly raised his right arm.

Under his sleeves, three crossbow arrows were ready to be fired, shining with a frightening cold light.

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

The sound of pounding heartbeats could be heard, and the cage formed by the blue silver grass not only did not close, but expanded outwards.

A dark light overflowed from the gaps 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 was locating himself, Tang San was frightened and immediately dodged to the side.