Lin Xiao started again, this was already his twentieth time.
After being defeated ten times, Lin Xiao was no longer as casual as he was at the beginning, but became more serious.
He was defeated all ten times, whether it was a duel of strength, a hand-to-hand encounter, or a desperate blow with all his strength.
All were easily resolved, and this was only a double image.
The next two times, three times, four times, five times? What will it look like?
But Lin Xiao knew that his current problem was the mirror image standing far away, still expressionless?
Can he still win? Somehow seeing the calm look of the double mirror, Lin Xiao raised this question in his heart.
Immediately afterwards, Lin Xiao felt that something was wrong. If he was timid before fighting, he would have already lost.
At that moment, Lin Xiaohu roared: "Death whirlwind."
With a swing of the sword, the black power of death formed a whirlwind, spinning violently and rushing away. The whirlwind tore through the air like a monster opening its bloody mouth.
But the double mirror image still looked calm, and the elements of death gathered on the dark sword in his right hand.
Immediately afterwards, the black destructive whirlwind was already approaching him, and the air waves generated by the whirlwind blew up his black shorts.
Then the double mirror image moved and swung out the sword, and the sword came into contact with the whirlwind.
Just like flowers and plants withering in an instant, the black whirlwind loses its power in an instant, weakens violently, and then dissipates in the blink of an eye.
The double mirror image was surrounded by the elements of death, walking towards Lin Xiao with a smooth pace, and the sound of "thumping" broke the tranquility of the silent space.
Lin Xiao, who was far away, felt that the mirror image was staring at him as if he were looking at a dead person.
There is no unnecessary emotion, just like a lonely god of death.
What exactly is wrong with him? Lin Xiao can't figure it out, it's just a mirror image that is twice as strong as himself.
Why is there such a big gap with his strength?
In other words, isn't his power enough? He must be stronger!
Lin Xiao calmed down, and the power of death in his body began to fluctuate.
Then the element of death floated behind him, instantly forming dense black sharp feathers.
The number is astonishing, the black feathers are entangled with the power of death, and Lin Xiao is like the monarch of death dominating the world.
The pitch-black sword pointed at the doubled mirror image, and dense black feathers of death struck down quickly.
The double mirror image waved the sword in its hand and kept resisting.
The pace did not stop, but moved forward while resisting.
Lin Xiao saw the look on his face filled with urgency and immediately roared.
He had used all his strength and tried his best to use stronger magic power.
This approach may even cause him to be injured, and the power of death will be wildly overdrawn.
His internal organs and body were trembling, but Lin Xiao understood that he was facing an enemy who was different from him.
The only way to survive is to put yourself to death. The aura of death in the black feathers becomes even stronger, enough to make people tremble.
The degree and quantity are also increasing and endless.
Finally, the double mirror image stopped, and the speed of the sword it swung could not keep up with the black death feathers.
As the first black feather penetrates the body of the double mirror image, the second one, the third one...
The double mirror stopped and half-knelt on the ground, with black feathers covering his whole body.
The black feather of death exudes a strange light, a greedy light that can swallow up twice the power of the mirror image.
Lin Xiao stopped his offensive, and the black land was filled with floating feathers.
It was like a world covered by black feathers, but Lin Xiaogang breathed a sigh of relief.
What horrified him was that the half-kneeling mirror image suddenly exploded with a black, rich power of death.
Then Lin Xiao saw the black feathers all over his body, and instantly turned around and rushed towards him.
As fast as lightning, Lin Xiao had no time to resist and was hit hard in an instant.
The power of death on the black feathers frantically sucked his life force and body strength.
In this moment, Lin Xiao fell to the ground before he could react.
Defeated again, this thought flashed through Lin Xiao's mind.
After the mirror image disappeared and his injuries recovered, Lin Xiao did not rush to start the next actual battle immediately.
But if you think about it carefully, the same person would only have twice the strength.
Under full strength, Lin Xiao's strength can definitely be doubled, reaching 2-3 times the ability.
But why, even so, it can't hurt the mirror image that is only twice as strong as itself.
Lin Xiao felt the strong black element of death, and kept recalling the experience of the battle in his heart.
Could it be because of the gap between quality and quantity? Although his strength is only twice that of his own, he is less able to comprehend and control the power of death.
Even if one's own strength is ten times that of the mirror image, one cannot break through the opponent's realm and is no longer on one's own level?
Lin Xiao suddenly realized that in the battle with the mirror image, maybe doubling the strength was not enough at all.
It's about quality. The difference between his own realm and the mirror image is twice as big.
Therefore, no matter how much he improves his strength, he cannot defeat the mirror image, but is easily defeated by him.
The breath of the mirror and every blow reveal the power of death. Controlling the power of death is easy and comfortable.
Faced with the half-baked power of death, of course he would be beaten.
After thinking about these joints, Lin Xiao suddenly felt a little funny.
I'm afraid this mirroring challenge is actually a kind of learning, the ability to learn mirroring.
Then understand the realm, and then you can stand in the same realm and defeat twice as many mirror images.
Otherwise, even if the universe explodes continuously, it will still be impossible to defeat.
Metaphorically speaking, it is impossible for a human race to defeat a giant.
But if you grow into a giant, then even if there is a difference in strength, you can still win if you are of the same level.
After thinking about this, Lin Xiao started the battle again.
This time, he did not rush in to fight recklessly, but began to observe and learn.
While fighting the double mirror image, learn and observe his control of the power of death.
As expected, Lin Xiao was unable to defeat the double image for a while.
However, his control over the power of death began to improve qualitatively.
Although Lin Xiao was beaten very badly, failure is the mother of success. This is a golden saying.
Keep observing, study seriously, and go all out to feel.
Lin Xiao is improving every time, but the double image is still the same.
After being defeated by the double mirror image again, Lin Xiao felt the so-called power of death.
That is to touch the true meaning of death. The so-called literal consciousness of death is the loss of life, the end of life, the cessation of existence, which is the opposite of survival.
There are many different explanations for the inner consciousness, but Lin Xiao clearly felt it
The power of death he used revealed loneliness, the loneliness of the end of life, the loneliness of nothingness that ends everything.
Once Lin Xiao understands this power of death, the rest of the things will be easier to handle...
Once again, he started a battle with the double mirror image. He continued to hone himself in the battle and became familiar with it, so that he would surely grow. (To be continued.)