It may not be difficult to defeat the enemy, but if you want to defeat yourself, it is definitely not so simple.

A person's worst enemy is often himself.

The current Song Qian is basically no different from the transformed ghost, whether it is appearance or action.

Whatever Song Qian does, the ghost will do, and how Song Qian attacks, the ghost will also attack.

The speed and strength of the two are almost the same, and the time of the move is only a millimeter difference, which is completely negligible.

In this case, it is obviously impossible to decide the winner or loser.

Because no matter what Song Qian does, the ghost will also do it, and in the long run, there is only one situation, and that is to lose both!

And not surprisingly, the injuries of the two are basically the same.

From the current situation, I am almost certain that this ghost has the ability to mirror and copy.

This ability, which does not seem to have a very strong threat, has almost no drawbacks.

Because the mirror copy is the opponent's ability, the opponent is weak, and the ghost is weak, and in the same way, if the opponent is strong, the ghost is also correspondingly strong.

This mirror replication capability does not need to consider how strong and weak the opponent is.

In any case, the ability to mirror copy can bring both sides to the same level.

In layman's terms, it means that all beings are equal!

In the face of the ghost's mirror copy ability, everything is equal, you will not be weaker than me, and I will not be stronger than you.

If it's normal, it's nothing to meet this kind of opponent.

If I can't beat you, I can at least be invincible.

However, the current situation is different, Song Qian is facing a martial arts battle in the test.

If you can't beat the other party, it means that you can't successfully break through the level, and you can't enter the door in front of you.

And the most important thing is that the hunchbacked old man has given a time limit, and everyone's time to break through the level must not exceed the time of a stick of incense.

The time for a stick of incense is about a quarter of an hour.

Fifteen minutes is not a long time, but it is not a short time, if it is just a simple fight to determine the winner or loser, fifteen minutes is enough.

After all, when two people fight, there will always be strong and weak, seize the opportunity, and you will soon be able to decide the winner.

It's just that the situation is very strange now, because Song Qian is exactly the same as the ghost with the ability to copy the mirror.

Two people who are completely open to five, fighting each other, fifteen minutes is obviously not enough.

At this moment, on the round platform, Song Qian continued to attack, and the ghost also counterattacked with the same means.

After the initial attack dodge, the battle between the two sides has entered a white-hot stage, and half of the time has passed unconsciously.

As if realizing something, Song Qian's attacks became more and more ruthless and faster.

Correspondingly, as Song Qian became stronger, the ghost gradually became stronger, and there was no substantial change in victory or defeat between the two sides.

Gradually, Song Qian has already hit a real fire.

While attacking, she did not blindly dodge the opponent's attack, but began to adopt a ferocious style of fighting with injuries for injuries.

Before, Song Qian had been afraid of getting hurt, but now, with less and less time left, Song Qian has begun to be anxious.

She didn't estimate whether she would get hurt or not, and began to blindly attack.

The speed is so fast that a group of us are dazzled, and if it weren't for the special left eye, I'm afraid it would be really difficult to see her movements.

Song Qian's exchange of injuries for injuries is not blindly desperate, but skillful to try.

At first, the positions she attacked avoided the vital points.

Because the ghost moves exactly the same as her, she can cut the ghost, and the ghost naturally has to cut her.

In other words, every time she slashes, she is actually slashing at herself.

In this case, Song Qian naturally would not be stupid enough to use her body to block the knife, but chose to avoid the key points and exchange some minor injuries for more information.

Every time she slashed at the ghost, she was hurt herself.

And whether it is the length of the wound, or the width and depth, there is basically no difference.

Song Qian's attack continued, and the ghost's attack did not stop.

The injuries on both sides are getting more and more serious.

At first, Song Qian was just trying to get a little injured, but gradually, she couldn't hold it back.

As the wounds grew, her face grew paler and her movements slowed down a lot.

If this continues, even if there is enough time, she can't help but fight like this.

Now Song Qian's body has more than a dozen scars, and the more serious ones can see the white bones of Sensen.

If it weren't for Song Qian's strong recovery power as a vampire, I'm afraid she would have burped a long time ago.

Even so, she couldn't hold on for long.

Vampires obtain energy by absorbing blood, and at this moment, Song Qian is not only unable to eat and absorb energy, but also continues to lose blood.

Every knife she cuts is equivalent to cutting on herself.

Even though the wound can heal at a rate that is visible to the naked eye, the blood it has lost cannot be recovered.

And repairing wounds requires energy, even if it is a vampire physique, it can't help but consume like this.

"What's the matter? The two of them not only look the same, but even have the same movements, so if they continue to fight like this, they will fail!"

Wang Gang watched Song Qian's battle with the ghost worriedly.

Since being rescued by Song Qian once, Wang Gang's senses for her have changed greatly, as if he has regarded her as a life-saving benefactor.

Naturally, he began to worry about Song Qian's safety.

"This level is really weird! I feel like Song Qian is fighting with herself, how can she tell the winner if she fights with herself?"

Liu Meng also frowned: "Time is running out, if it goes on like this, Song Qian is only afraid of becoming the first victim." ”

"No! we have to help her!"

Wang Gang gritted his teeth and raised his bow and crossbow to aim at the shapeshifting ghost.

"You're crazy!"

Liu Yun pressed Wang Gang's hand: "Have you forgotten, the mysterious person said just now that there can be no external force to interfere in martial arts, otherwise both the interlocutor and the interferer will be unlucky!"

"Then what should I do? I can't watch her die, right?" Wang Gang was a little uneasy.

"Now is not the time for us to be impulsive, if you act rashly like this, not only will you not be able to help Song Qian, but you will also put yourself in it!"

Liu Yun looked serious: "Song Qian saved our lives, and I am very grateful to her, but the current situation is not for us to meddle if we want to." Take 10,000 steps back, even if you intervene, with your ability, you won't be able to help Song Qian at all!"

"Grass!"

Wang Gang hammered the ground and had to withdraw his bow and crossbow.

Although he was very aggrieved in his heart, Wang Gang was not stupid, the bow and crossbow could still have some effect on humans or ordinary monsters, and there was no threat at all against high-level spirits, especially ghosts.

"It's over, it's over! Song Qian can't hold it anymore!"

At this moment, Liu Meng suddenly exclaimed.

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Qian stabbed the ghost in the chest, and at the same time, the ghost fought back with the same action.

In an instant, the long knives of both sides stabbed into each other's vital positions.

Obviously, this is Song Qian's last blow.

The time for a stick of incense was about to come, but the situation did not improve at all, and at the last moment, Song Qian had to gamble.

Ordinary injuries are not a threat to ghosts.

Song Qian has tried countless times, and although she doesn't know why, the ghost also has a terrifying recovery ability comparable to Song Qian's vampire physique.

Some skin injuries may not take long to heal.

In the face of such a situation, even if the battle lasts for an hour, it is afraid that it will be a stalemate, and there will be no substantial progress.

So Song Qian had to fight with her life and stab the key point with a knife.

Although the ghost and Song Qian's movements are the same, there is a trace of front and back hand after all.

The ghost has the terrifying ability of mirror copying, and Song Qian will do whatever it does, but it is imitating Song Qian's movements after all.

In other words, every time Song Qian made the first move, it followed the imitation of the second hand.

Although there is only a slight difference between the front and back hands, which is negligible, for Song Qian at this moment, it is a hope to break the deadlock after all.

That's why she dared to take a risk.

She wanted to use her speed to kill the ghost in an instant, and although she would be seriously injured, she still had a chance to survive after all.

Of course, if you can't achieve instant killing, then it will still be a lose-lose situation, or even a situation where both sides kill each other.

Song Qian's move was ruthless to the enemy, and even more ruthless to herself.

After the knife was stabbed into the chest, both sides instantly froze in place, motionless.

Two identical people, with the same movements and the same angle, stabbed each other in the chest, but did not choose to draw the knife.

Although the two look the same and their movements are exactly the same, the expressions on their faces are quite different.

Song Qian always frowned, looking like she was facing a great enemy, and the transformed ghost had a weird smile on her face.

When Song Qian was hurt, her expression was still a little painful, but the ghost always maintained a weird smile.

It was as if the knife wound on its body was not threatening.

Song Qian's eyes were open, and the ghosts were also open, and the two looked at each other as if they were looking in a mirror.

The blood, along the long knives on both sides, dripped down little by little, and collided with a slight sound on the round platform.