Qingcang Douluo of Douluo

Yang Yimo took a deep breath, sucking every breath into the depths of his lungs. Sweat poured out of every pore in his body. His black shirt was completely soaked, as if he had just run a marathon on the track and field.

You must concentrate and you must go all out!

Yang Yimo has never faced an opponent like Ling Bai in the past 16 years. His strength and skills are far superior to hers.

However, she felt a refreshing feeling, every cell was awakened, like a dragon that had been sleeping for a long time roaring with excitement!

The Qingcang sword elegantly held a sword flower, and the soul-breaking gun burst out with three inches of gun light, just like the duel between ancient knights. The momentum of the two seemed to freeze time, just waiting for a fallen leaf to cut through the silence.

"Sa-"

The sound was like a bell, like a sword cutting through the tight strings.

last blow!

The confrontation collapsed instantly. The bright Azure was like a tyrannical emperor, occupying all the areas covered by Yang Yimo's sight. Every inch of his sight was a Azure sword blade. The Qingcang sword turned into thousands of sword lights, like It came like a storm.

Yang Yimo shouted loudly and swung the soul-breaking gun forward, like a dragon breaking through the sea, showing a straight and ferocious figure, which was surprisingly beautiful.

Of course, for Ling Bai, it is fatal beauty.

The moment the tip of the gun was pointed directly at Ling Bai, Yang Yimo seemed to be integrated with the gun. The powerful aura that burst out from his body in an instant was even more terrifying than the thousands of sword lights of the Qingcang Sword. He followed the gun without a trace. Any extra movement will pierce straight into the center of the sword light, and the extremely sharp and terrifying aura will destroy everything that opposes it.

With the last blow, Yang Yimo did not judge Ling Bai's position at all. The soul-breaking gun met the Qingcang sword as expected, and the gun and sword cut each other, making a harsh metal collision sound.

On the side, Yang Yichen was not yet old enough to awaken her martial soul. She covered her ears tightly and felt as if her heart had stopped.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei looked surprised. Yang Yimo was so outstanding that they both looked at him with suspicion. If they had the same level of soul power, the two titled Douluo would be incomparable.

The world stopped at this moment, the two people's breath hit each other's faces, and all their strength was put on the gun and sword.

The blazing wind blew against their faces, and the green light and black light caused severe pain in their eyes, and their noses were filled with a smell similar to burning.

"I made a mistake just now. You are better than a third-rate person. Let's say second-rate person."

Looking at that handsome face as cold as frost, Ling Bai suddenly said.

After losing all his momentum, Yang Yimo's ability to hold on until now was all due to his will. Biting his thin red lips, he slowly said word by word: "You... are very strong, but... we are not selling medicine... "

There was an additional emotion in her voice, stubbornness.

Until now, Yang Yimo is still struggling with the word selling medicine.

The corner of Ling Bai's mouth twitched. He didn't expect Yang Yimo to have such a straightforward mind and always remember that unintentional remark.

Having said that, it is also possible that selling medicine has touched the bottom line of this broken clan.

"Aren't you giving up yet?"

Ling Bai was condescending, and the power attached to the sword increased again. Yang Yimo's feet were pressed two centimeters into the ground, but she still chose to resist.

"So stubborn."

The edge of Ling Bai's sword was raised, causing the soul-breaking gun to suddenly lose its force point. Yang Yimo was caught off guard and his breath became chaotic. Ling Bai took this opportunity to spin around, raise his leg, and use all his strength to kick that beautiful body hard!

Yang Yimo subconsciously raised the soul-breaking gun to block it, and the next second he saw the black figure being blown away like a broken sack. The man and the gun all flew out upside down, drawing a perfect arc, far away It hit the wall of the courtyard, making a loud noise and creating a gap three meters wide. The figure showed an irregular shape and was embedded in the wall. Then the wall collapsed and the figure was buried by bricks and tiles.

The battle is over!

Ling Bai stood silently, as if a strong wind appeared around him. His white clothes and long hair flowed back, and the strange green light in his eyes slowly dissipated.

"I really don't know how to pity the beauty and cherish the jade!"

Yue Guan silently complained. Although Yang Yimo looked like an eternal iceberg, her facial features were extremely delicate and three-dimensional, especially her natural heroic spirit. He originally thought that Ling Bai would keep his hand, but he didn't expect that in the end At the critical moment, another whip kick came!

The most shocked person was Yang Yichen. She knew Yang Yimo's strength best. The head of the family, Yang Wushuang, once said with pride after getting drunk that among the soul masters of the same level, Yang Yimo's strength could definitely be ranked among the top three!

She was born for the soul-breaking gun!

However, in front of this newly met Ling Bai, Yang Yimo was defeated so miserably that he could not even gather momentum to turn the tide of the battle.

Before the battle, the two exchanged soul power. Ling Bai only had level [-] soul power and was just a quasi-soul sect!

Is this, is this the Spirit Hall of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon?

Yang Yichen looked at Ling Bai, tilting her head in a daze. As a resident of Wuhun City, she had heard since she was a child that Wuhun Palace has the most evil geniuses and the most powerful combat power in the world. Unfortunately, Yang Wushuang They are not allowed to approach the Wuhun Palace.

Ling Bai couldn't help but remind her of the Spirit Hall, which was obviously very close but yet out of reach.

"Mo Mo, grandpa is back. How is your gun practice going? Do you need grandpa to give you some advice?"

Before seeing him, he heard his voice first. The sound of whirring came from far away, and then, an old man rushed into the courtyard.

He is tall and thin, like a thin bamboo pole, his shoulders are a little stooped, his snow-white hair is messy, his arms are open, and his eyes are full of excitement.

However, the first thing the old man saw was not his granddaughter's familiar figure in black, nor the indifferent eyes that regarded him as nothing, but three looks of interest.

"Ju Douluo, Ghost Douluo..."

The old man was startled for a moment. He had seen the Pope's two generals, Heng Ha, but in the 12 years since he led this broken clan to surrender, the two titled Douluo had never set foot here.

What evil wind brought them here today! ?

Wait a minute, where did Mo Mo go...

The old man suddenly came to his senses and looked around. He could not find his granddaughter. Only the traces of battles in the courtyard seemed to tell him something.

"Ju Douluo, Ghost Douluo, why are you targeting Mo Mo? How did she offend you!"

The old man didn't care much. A longer, thicker, and more terrifying soul-breaking gun instantly appeared in his hand. Two yellow, two purple, four black, and eight large soul rings surrounded the soul-breaking gun with a slight rhythm.

Yue Guan stretched out a finger, and a golden petal stood on his fingertip, and asked: "Yang Wushuang, it seems that after these years, you have become a lot more courageous, and you dare to shoot us. "

Yang Wushuang snorted coldly. Yang Yimo held the "hope" of the Po clan on her body. He must find her, or...

Revenge her!

"Grandpa, wait a minute." Among the ruins, the man in white pulled out the woman in black, and the woman in black said quickly.