Qingcang Douluo of Douluo

"Third-rate marksmanship..."

The tip of the gun made a muffled thud, and Yang Yimo's momentum changed drastically in an instant. All extra emotions seemed to have disappeared at this moment. Essence, energy, and divine tools were all concentrated on the soul-breaking gun that was connected to her blood.

Neither Ling Bai's words nor the Qingcang Sword that had put great pressure on her before could no longer interfere with Yang Yimo's state of mind!

"Gather your strength... It seems this battle is not so boring anymore."

Ling Bai became more serious. Sword Douluo once taught him that gathering momentum is a special secret fighting skill. Those who can master gathering momentum must focus on their martial arts wholeheartedly.

Ling Bai once tried to master the momentum, but failed in the end because he had not only the Qingcang Sword in his heart, but also people and things that were more important than the sword, and Yang Yimo was the ultimate person who had nothing but the gun. Focused person!

The handsome woman in black looked at Ling Bai, her face as frozen as ice: "Yang Yimo, level 42 attack-type fighting soul sect, martial soul-breaking soul gun, please give me some advice!"

The voice that was as cold as frost was filled with the belief of victory. Because of this, Yang Yimo was not affected by any situation and used the word "break" of the soul-breaking gun when his momentum reached its peak.

Invincible!

Nothing is broken!

The feeling of oppression coming from Yang Yimo became heavier and heavier, but Ling Bai said calmly and calmly: "Ling Bai, level [-] attack-type battle soul master, martial soul Qingcang sword."

As soon as the words fell, Ling Bai shot out like a sharp sword. Yang Yichen, who was watching the battle, felt an invisible terrifying pressure spreading everywhere with Ling Bai's impact, making her heart tremble slightly and she subconsciously held her breath.

The two Douluo of the Chrysanthemum and the Ghost are in exactly the same state, with their hands folded across their chests and a sneer at the corners of their mouths. This broken clan is really weird. They clearly use the soul-breaking gun but don't recognize the clan. What's the difference between it and the chastity arch?

They were also happy to see Ling Bai teach Yang Yimo a lesson.

The moment the Qingcang sword fell, Ling Bai's figure seemed to be blurred. The incredible speed made him look more like an eagle swooping down from the sky. Even the hand holding the sword and the long sword could not be distinguished clearly, because at the speed, In this state, Qingcang Sword is almost invisible!

The sound of the sword pierced the sky. This was a sword meant to kill a person. It was cold, piercing, and majestic like a monarch!

In front of this sword, there is nothing in the world that cannot be killed!

Yang Yimo stood still without moving at all, and the soul-breaking gun swept an arc slowly but resolutely.

Ling Bai Jun Lin Tianxia's sword was imminent, and in an instant, the heavy black ink spear like a black dragon disappeared.

Yang Yimo flicked his wrist, and the spear glowed like a torch, piercing the tip of the Qingcang Sword at a strange angle and force.

Even though she has never experienced a life-and-death fight, she has very rich combat experience. If the Qingcang Sword is compared to a lever, then the force on the tip of the sword will transmit the greatest force to Ling Bai's wrist, and Yang Yimo chose even more The second before Ling Bai really exerted his strength, he intercepted him in advance!

Coincidentally, neither of them used soul skills or soul power, and only relied on swordsmanship and marksmanship to fight!

Experts watch doorways, laymen watch the excitement. If ordinary people are here, they can only see Ling Bai falling from the sky. Yang Yimo does not dodge or dodge, raising his gun to meet the attack. Then his delicate body staggers, and he takes a few steps back. He is dressed in black and has his ponytail tied up. The cloth strips shattered suddenly, and the long black hair poured down like a waterfall, covering half of his handsome face.

However, Ling Bai's monarch-like aloofness was also cut off by Yang Yimo, which at least made her actions much smoother.

"Om-"

The metal buzzed, and Yang Yimo's soul-breaking gun was trembling crazily. Even if it touched the Qingcang sword for less than a second, the huge force generated by the intersection of the gun and the sword actually caused the martial spirit, which is famous for its attack power, to shake violently, as if it were overcoming the enemy. Half of the iron pieces on the long table were moved by someone.

She was using tremors to get rid of the huge and chilling force.

Yang Yimo lowered his head and looked at the spear. Compared with the Qingcang Sword, the Soul-Breaking Spear was still far inferior.

She was silent for a moment, but the next second she burst out with an even more fierce momentum!

The sturdy woman suddenly took a step forward with her left foot and stepped heavily on the ground. The earth suddenly let out an overwhelming low roar, and the courtyard seemed to shake. Followed by a monstrous war burst out from her body. meaning.

Even if the enemy is a god who transcends all living things, the soul-breaking gun still dares to aim at his heart, and he will die without regrets!

What's more, it's Ling Bai whose soul power is even lower than hers!

This simple action of taking a step forward, this time, took over all the pressure that Ling Bai initially locked onto her.

As the battle progresses, Yang Yimo has changed Ling Bai's impression of her.

Yang Yimo's talent for marksmanship and combat is too high. Although he has never experienced a life-and-death fight, he can still achieve this level.

A loud whistle sounded, and the black light emitted from Yang Yimo's body. The soul-breaking gun seemed to be an extension of the black light. As it rotated, the spear danced, and the deep black light was like a halo expanding from her body, bringing up a black light. screen.

All the condensed black light seemed to be absorbed by the soul-breaking gun, all condensed on the gun body, and finally gathered at a point at the tip of the gun.

The soul-breaking gun stabbed out, and the air around it actually felt like it was layered!

"boom--"

The gun and sword met, and there was an explosion.

Yang Yimo's soul-breaking gun is fierce and indestructible, but Ling Bai's Qingcang sword is like a ghost integrated into this world, always flashing around unexpectedly and making fatal cuts. Every time he is hit by the soul-breaking gun, After cutting it off, he immediately withdrew and once again turned into an almost invisible blue light at extremely high speed.

The battle between them was surprisingly beautiful, like a sharp dance, so fast that even the Soul Sect could not see clearly. A blurry white figure, a blurry black figure, the green light of the Qingcang sword, breaking The black light released by the soul gun is difficult to disassemble when mixed together.

During the battle, the vibration of the soul-breaking gun became more and more intense, mixed with Yang Yimo's muffled groan, and the fighting spirit was thick and sticky, as if it were the substance.

The two separated again. Yang Yimo's face was flushed, her lips were slightly opened, and she was breathing violently and rapidly. The gathering energy was extremely draining on her spirit. She could no longer maintain the strength!

Ling Bai's eyes surged, and he couldn't help but reveal a touch of excitement. Ever since he left the Qibao Glazed Sect, it had been a long time since anyone had been able to catch so many of his moves in the field of "skills".

He raised his head and showed Yang Yimo a smile of recognition.

The strong will always be respected, and Yang Yimo has proved his qualifications.

Yang Yimo's pretty face was still so cold, as if she didn't have too many expressions, but she suddenly discovered that this guy who had just touched the bottom line of their lineage had a smile that was somewhere between elegant and crazy...