What does it really feel like to play against yourself?

Ling'er said: Very speechless, very helpless.

At the moment of fighting with herself, Ling'er was shocked to find that she couldn't use the moves she used at all, what the hell is this?

The old man said to Ling'er, Ling'er will, and the other one she will do, but the problem is, she can't do this trick at all! Could it be that the old man deceived himself, no, no.

The same two people, their outfits and weapons are exactly the same, but Ling'er is extremely powerless when facing herself.

From the first moment of the other party's attack, Ling'er was suppressed to death, if it weren't for the fact that the other party's body also had no aura, and the fight between them was purely to fight with skills, I am afraid that Ling'er would be defeated quickly.

Time flies quickly, in just a few breaths, Ling'er has been beaten out of breath, looking at the other party's rampage, like the most primitive battle of the desolate beast, his heart is quite speechless, is it the only way to exert the greatest power of the attack?

Ling'er knows that all the other party's attacks and means are beneficial to him, even if he fails this time and is kicked out of the elevated road, it is very worthwhile, as long as he fights against the other self for a long enough time, Ling'er can learn from the opponent's shortcomings and advantages, this is an opportunity, an opportunity to improve his strength and find a way to the future.

Maybe for other people, when they go through this test, they will defeat another self, and they will inevitably work hard to solve the opponent with all their might, and all they want in their hearts is to complete this test quickly, but Ling'er is different, she cherishes this opportunity very much, so no matter what, she must persevere.

The other Ling'er once again used his body to brutally knock Ling'er into the air, and Ling'er in the air spit out a mouthful of blood violently, and fell to the ground with great difficulty and couldn't get up.

Ling'er looked up and saw that the other party was like a person who didn't know how to be tired, and quickly attacked again.

Her vision was a little blurry, and her consciousness seemed to be a little fuzzy as she looked at her other self rushing towards her. Ling'er suddenly remembered the other party's methods from the first attack to the present, and slowly, the process of the battle between the two just now was presented in his mind, and the pictures were like going back in time, extremely clear, and staged again!

Body.

Swordplay.

The other party's means do not seem to be the same as their own gap, first of all, the other Ling'er's body seems to be full of endless power, coordinating every meridian on the body, the incomparably flexible between the hands and feet, especially the physical contact, a wave of oppressive force swept through the heart, so that Ling'er's heart is very oppressive, and she can't use all her strength to fight, and Ling'er doesn't know how to do it, she has been learning.

The other party's body seems to have been tempered by a thousand hammers, and Ling'er can see that the reason why it is so powerful is definitely not as simple as a rampage, although every impact looks so savage, but there are also patterns in it.

For example, those fists and kicks that seem to be in the mortal world, under such great pressure, the effect will be unimaginable.

Ling'er has never practiced any punches and feet, and he has not practiced the opponent's moves and postures, but the attacks of others are much more powerful than Ling'er's savage impacts, and what the two sides lack is coordination and regularity.

The second is swordsmanship.

It is also a sword technique that does not have energy to operate, and it is also a fast sword duel, but when the other party uses it, the power is still many grades higher than that of Ling'er, which is not the reason for the comprehension of the sword, but the reason for the skill and proficiency.

Ling'er slowly closed her eyes, she found that in front of the darkness, there seemed to be a point of light coming towards her, there was no flaw in the whole body, the body could defend, the swordsmanship could attack, Ling'er curled the corners of her mouth.

Another Ling'er had already come to her, and the mixed yuan umbrella in her hand was like the sharpest sword in the world, like lightning, hitting Ling'er's throat, and the tip of the umbrella was about to touch Ling'er's throat.

Another Ling'er Mu Ne's look, without a trace of hesitation and emotion!

She's fast,

Ling'er is faster!

Almost at the tip of the umbrella, there was less than an inch away from Ling'er's throat!

Ling'er's umbrella tip was against the other party's throat first.

Ling'er opened her eyes with a smile on the corner of her mouth: "It's hard to defeat you, but there are traces to follow, the only way is to be faster than you and master all your offensive sequences, no, to master all my own orders." ”

As Ling'er's words fell, Ling'er in front of her disappeared.

The old man's voice was heard in the sky again.

"Good, you're really good, blow my mind. ”

"The seniors have won the prize. ”

"I want to know what you think.

"Actually, this matter is not too complicated, if you want to defeat yourself, first of all, you need to know enough about yourself, every time I observe, I find that she will make a move in advance, and implement my inner thoughts in advance, so after I understand her methods, I directly block all my own thoughts, think about her thoughts, and then use her ideas to defeat her before she makes a move. ”

Ling'er's words seemed to be tongue twisters, and the old man was silent for a while, and then the old man's laughter came from the air: "It's said so, but it's extremely difficult to do, those who can face themselves are tough people, and it is reasonable that you can break the situation so quickly." ”

There was no praise in the old man's words, but he regarded what Ling'er did as worthless, but Ling'er heard the deep meaning of the old man's words.

Pride is not a good thing.

The white space is gone.

Ling'er opened her eyes, and the blue shroud that shrouded her body was gone. Concentrating slightly, finding that his cultivation and body had not changed at all, Ling'er pondered slightly, and found that the people below had begun to climb, so he came back to his senses and continued to go up.

The time from Ling'er's test to breaking the game is only half a cup of tea, whether it is long or not, whether it is short or not, those who watch the excitement at the bottom don't know what the test is, they think it is very simple, and they don't care about Ling'er's speed, thinking that they will go up faster.

And the test, only the first person to board has this opportunity, after Ling'er succeeded, he was directly illuminated by a beam of light and directly teleported to the eighteenth floor.

The people around looked at Ling'er with envy, and now the height has distanced itself from everyone, but everyone doesn't think that Ling'er's cultivation as a little fairy can climb to the ninety-ninth floor under huge pressure, this is simply a fool's dream, and it is only a matter of time before he is eliminated.

However, Ling'er found that the pressure on the eighteenth layer was a little strange.