Legend of the Angel of Douluo

"Both sides prepare! Three...two...one, the soul fighting begins!"

Su Ming and Xia Gang each came to the soul fighting stage and released their martial souls.

"Boy, I will be gentler later." Looking at Su Ming's height, Xia Gang grinned widely.

Just now, a steward from the Soul Fighting Field suddenly contacted him and asked him to come over and participate in a Soul Fighting Competition.

Originally, he thought that someone powerful was coming, and the fighting spirit arena wanted him to go over and calm down the situation.

As a result, when I saw the information given by the steward, I found that the other party was actually just a little soul master of level 13. Although he had a hundred-year-level soul ring, the stainless steel sword spirit was the most common sword spirit. It's not even comparable to my own steel pipe martial spirit.

The other party wore a mask to pretend to be mysterious, but this boy's level was not high enough to reach his waist. He looked like a kid from some family who came to test the waters in the spirit fighting arena.

In addition, the steward of the Douhun Arena just now asked him to pay attention to his sense of propriety, so he naturally knows how to deal with it.

After all, this wasn't the first time he had done something like this.

After he takes action, the other party usually won't come back the next day.

Therefore, relying on this secret cooperation with the spirit fighting arena, he has won dozens of spirit fighting games in such a short period of time, which can be said to be a huge profit!

"I say, uncle, you'd better stop bragging a little bit. I'll be very rude to you later, so be careful yourself!"

Su Ming smiled and did not take the other party's words seriously.

"Let's try what I just learned."

As Su Ming concentrated his spirit and soul power, a layer of fluorescence appeared on the surface of the jet-black iron sword transformed from the seven-colored magic sword in his hand.

A golden colored soul ring emerged from his back, emitting the light of soul power.

Seeing that Su Ming seemed to be using the power of the century-old soul ring, Xia Gang quickly inserted a huge steel pipe about the same size as himself in front of himself.

Although he talks all kinds of big words, he doesn't regard Su Ming as a weak soul master.

A lion fights a rabbit with all his strength, not to mention that his soul power is not much higher than that of his opponent.

He is still very confident in his steel pipe martial arts defense ability.

As long as he withstands the attack of Su Ming's soul skill, he can start to counterattack.

Su Ming used all his strength to move the long sword in his hand, and a feeling of soul fusion appeared again.

The martial spirit in his hand not only became a part of his body, but also a part of his soul.

What surprised him even more was that his brain actually had more sword moves, and he was somewhat familiar with them?

How is this possible?It turns out that he never went to a kendo gym when he was in college, so naturally he never learned any swordsmanship.

At most, when playing games, the characters I create only use swords.

……

"Upward Slash: Sends a slash from bottom to top. Being in a hegemonic state, one is immune to control. There is a chance that the enemy will be launched into the air, causing it to enter a floating state."

"Soul-Destroying Slash: The soul power is compressed and concentrated on the blade. After a short period of concentration, it is thrust forward and horizontally, which can cause heavy damage to the enemy."

"Back Jump Slash: Jump backward quickly while slashing the sword forward. It can be used to attack while avoiding the enemy. It often has unexpected effects during combos."

……

The usage methods and effects of the three sword moves entered Su Ming's mind, and the sword in his hand also made sword sounds as the soul power flowed.

At this moment of breathing, Su Ming was completely familiar with these three moves, and it seemed that he had been practicing them continuously for decades.

"Is this the basic attribute of the Seven-color Fantasy Demon Sword, sword mastery? Let me just say, is it possible that it only has a realm but no specific moves?

These moves may seem like ordinary swordsmanship, but combined with the mastery of swordsmanship, it has given me the understanding of the master level of swordsmanship..."

Su Ming looked at Xia Gang, who was hiding behind the steel pipe in front of him, and felt that he could almost use no soul skills and could defeat the opponent with just a few simple sword moves. .

"This may be a good way to improve your understanding of martial arts." Su Ming suddenly thought of the battle he saw before.

The weak defeated the strong, relying on the flowing sword moves to keep the opponent in the air, and finally killed him directly.

I have a colorful magic sword, I am proficient in swordsmanship, and I have so many sword moves in my mind, why not give it a try?

What surprised everyone in the audience was that the golden soul ring behind Su Ming disappeared.

"Oh my god! That kid is too arrogant. He actually put away his century-old soul ring. Does he plan to defeat Xia Gang without using the soul ring's skills?"

"I think he might have been frightened by Xia Gang's appearance and wanted to give up and surrender, right?"

"..."

"Eat my sword!"

Su Ming felt the comfort of this state and took action directly, stabbing it like a gust of wind.

Xia Gang also discovered Su Ming's operation that confused everyone just now.

However, he was still a very steady person and had no intention of looking down on Su Ming. He was still hiding behind the steel pipe, wanting to test Su Ming's attack power first.

"Ding……"

The tip of the sword collided with the steel pipe, sparks were wiped out, and the crisp sound of gold and iron colliding echoed in the spirit fighting arena.

"Ding!"

"Ding Ding!"

"Ding Ding Ding!"

……

Every time Su Ming made a move, he was sure and precise, aiming at the location of the first attack.

Under Su Ming's intensive attack, a small sword mark appeared on the huge steel pipe, which then grew larger and larger, and gradually a palm-sized gap appeared.

The extremely fast attack speed, coupled with the focus of the attacks on the same point, caused the large steel pipe that gave Xia Gang a sense of security to break.

"What can actually cause a vulnerability in my defense in such a short period of time?"

Xia Gang turned somersaults backwards several times, then looked at the damaged steel pipe in his hand.

He originally thought that Su Ming would have to use at least the soul skills attached to the century-old soul ring to be able to injure his steel pipe so slightly.

However, he did not expect that Su Ming would become like this just by piercing with the sword in his hand.

"I stab!"

"I chop!"

"I choose"

"..."

Naturally, Su Ming would not miss this opportunity. He kept close to Xia Gang with fast steps and kept attacking him, leaving him no chance to breathe and rest.

The steel pipe is a huge martial spirit and has very high requirements for its use.

Xia Gang kept carrying the steel pipe, constantly defending against Su Ming's attacks, consuming a lot of soul power.

"No, if I continue like this, I might really lose to this kid who appears out of nowhere!"

Xia Gang was a little worried. The opponent had been attacking so fiercely for a while, but why did it seem that his soul power was consumed less than his own.

His soul power is level 4 higher than Gao Suming's, so the situation should be the other way around.

In fact, Su Ming himself was a little strange. He found that the soul power he used was only to maintain the changes of the Seven-Colored Magic Sword, and other aspects were almost the same as usual.

It's more like an instinctive reaction of the body.

"The first soul skill: Earthshaking!"

"The second soul skill: Steel Rain!"

Xia Gang shouted loudly, and the ten-year soul ring and the century-old soul ring behind him lit up respectively, emitting a faint soul light.

The steel pipe in his hand first hit the ground hard, and then an obvious soul wave spread outward from it.

Then, a number of dark clouds with lightning began to appear in the sky, and with a thunder, steel pipes rained down from the dark clouds.

These falling steel pipes all hit Su Ming. Although not as big as the one in Xia Gang's hand, they were still the same size as Su Ming.

The shock wave spread and the dense rain of steel pipes overhead hit Su Ming at the same time.

Su Ming took a deep breath and quickly arrived in front of Xia Gang.

"Upward chop!"

The long sword in Su Ming's hand flashed upward, and a faint red light appeared on the surface of his body, completely ignoring the soul waves passing through him.

Xia Gang found that his legs had actually left the ground.

"Destroy the soul!"

"Back jump!"

After Xia Gan was provoked into the floating state by the upper cut, the subsequent moves were naturally completed in one go.

"Upward chop! XXX! Upward chop! XXX! Backward slash..."