Qingcang Douluo of Douluo

"Yang Yimo..."

Ling Bai stopped and looked at the beautiful woman in a black gown from a distance.

Yang Yimo didn't seem to notice the arrival of outsiders in the courtyard. She stretched out her right hand, and thousands of ink-colored rays of light converged to form a spear.

The spear is as black as paint, reflecting a cold luster in the sun. The shaft is eight feet long, and the cold tip is four feet long. The barrel is as thick as an ordinary human arm. Four best-matched soul rings, two yellow and two purple, appear at the same time. On the gun body, surrounding this two-foot-long spear, it shines up and down, blooming with an extremely dazzling brilliance.

The Broken Clan inherits the martial soul, the Soul-Breaking Gun!

"Tsk, I really don't want to see this martial spirit."

Yue Guan suddenly sighed and said that he had participated in the battle to encircle and suppress the Haotian Sect and had seen the terrifying power of the soul-breaking gun.

It doesn't matter to Gui Mei. His martial soul has special abilities and is naturally immune to most physical damage. The Soul-Breaking Gun's Soul-Breaking Gun isn't that big of a threat to him.

Ling Bai turned his attention to the soul-breaking gun in Yang Yimo's hand. In his memory, the soul-breaking gun was called the third most powerful offensive weapon spirit in the world under the Clear Sky Hammer and the Seven Killing Sword. Yang Wudi relied on this gun to fight hard. Snake Spear Douluo did not fall behind, and now he finally saw it.

The little girl Yang Yichen blinked her big confused eyes. She heard Yue Guan's sigh, but she couldn't understand why this handsome and somewhat feminine uncle didn't like the soul-breaking gun. She had been looking forward to awakening this broken clan when she was six. The proud inherited martial spirit.

Just when several people were in different moods, Yang Yimo's originally calm eyes suddenly changed. It was a very different look, calm, stubborn, and as sharp as a spear!

Ling Bai rarely saw a woman with such keen eyes, or it was rare in the world.

Yang Yimo stood in the courtyard holding a soul-breaking gun. The weather in Wuhun City was a little hot, almost in the late summer and autumn season. Fallen leaves had begun to fall on the courtyard ground. A gust of wind passed by, and three or two fallen leaves slowly floated down.

Yang Yimo, who was standing on the spot, flicked his wrist, and a cold light suddenly appeared, and then the nearly four-meter-long Rumo spear suddenly stabbed out at a tricky angle, like a black poisonous snake that sprang up from his hand silently.

The tip of the spear passed by like lightning, and three fallen leaves split into two halves and fell to the ground.

As soon as the gun tip was turned, Yang Yimo started dancing on his own, blocking, turning, poking, picking, stabbing, thrusting, and wiping out one by one. For a moment, the courtyard was filled with cold light.

The heavy soul-breaking gun swung in Yang Yimo's hand, as fast as a snake, but made no sound.

There was only cold light but no wind, and there was no sound or breath.

The basic skills of spears include blocking, holding, sliding, picking, stabbing, stabbing, flicking, turning, buried steps, etc.

Practice one pose ten times, practice one pose a hundred times.

"No one from the Four Rings Soul Sect in the Wuhun Palace can beat her, including the three little guys from the Golden Generation."

This was Gui Mei's evaluation of Yang Yimo. Even though he had not witnessed Yang Yimo fighting with his own eyes, his marksmanship made his eyes shine.

In his eyes, Xie Yue, who was also a powerful attack weapon soul master and possessed the top martial soul Moon Blade, was no match for Yang Yimo.

Even though there is a seven-level soul power gap between them, the former is level 49 and the latter is only level 42.

"Clap clap clap!"

After a round of dancing, Yang Yimo put away her gun and turned around. There was a faint sound of applause from the side. Turning around, she saw three strangers walking into the courtyard belonging to her and her grandfather Yang Wushuang. They should have been watching for a while.

The man in white had a smile on his face and walked slowly in front of her step by step. Yang Yimo raised his eyes and looked up. Their eyes collided instantly, and the soul-breaking gun made a harsh buzz, like a letter of war to an enemy.

Yang Yimo's slender fingers clenched the gun body tightly. The strength was so strong that it even turned white. It was probably the obvious reaction between the weapon soul masters. Ling Bai gave her an extremely dangerous feeling. He stared at her like a man who had found prey. hunter.

Although there seemed to be no expression on Yang Yimo's face, Ling Bai could still faintly notice that she was tense as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Your marksmanship is good. In the field of skill, your soul-breaking spear is better than many soul kings and soul emperors. However, there is still one flaw. Your marksmanship is more than sharp, but your killing intent is not enough. If it is a life-and-death fight, you will probably suffer."

A flash of surprise flashed in Yang Yimo's eyes. What Ling Bai said was almost exactly the same as her grandfather.

The true meaning of the soul-breaking gun lies in the brutality of life-and-death combat, and in the relentlessness of attacking without defending.

She is indeed superb in marksmanship, but it is limited to the word superb, sharp but not fatal.

"Sister Momo!"

Yang Yichen shouted loudly, rushed over like a small cannonball, and hugged Yang Yimo's legs.

The Po Zhi clan in Wuhun Palace is just a branch, with a total of only more than 20 people. When it comes to Yang Yichen's generation, there are even fewer people of the same age, and her favorite among them is Yang Yimo.

Yang Yimo gently touched Yang Yichen's little head, but those deep black pupils were always locked on Ling Bai.

"Who are you and why are you here?"

Yang Yimo's voice was extremely cold, and his questioning sentences did not have any fluctuations. It sounded like he was in the far north, which is covered in ice and snow all day long.

Before Ling Bai could answer, Yang Yichen answered her question first: "Brother Ling Bai is looking for the master of the house, but he went out with his father and uncles today and hasn't come back yet, so I brought them in first."

After saying that, a look of expectation appeared on her pretty face, like a child waiting for praise after helping an adult.

It's a pity that Yang Yimo didn't notice Yang Yichen. She said to Ling Bai: "Grandpa can only come back at night. We are very poor here and have nothing. Besides, I still need to practice shooting. I can't entertain you. Well, that's it..."

Ju Gui on the side looked ashamed. This girl seemed to be planning to ignore them and didn't even bother to ask about their identity and purpose of being here...

Do you know that the three people in front of you are the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace and two titled Douluo!

Not to mention tea, please come in and have a glass of water!

Ling Bai was also choked by Yang Yimo's uprightness. He rubbed his temples and said:

“Will the Po family be poor?

It's not like selling medicine. "

Hearing this, Yang Yimo's eyes narrowed. The soul-breaking gun drew a black mark, and the tip of the gun was pointed directly at Ling Bai. Her face was as frozen as ice:

"First of all, we are no longer a Po clan!

Second, we don’t sell medicine either!

If you insult us again, the soul-breaking gun will pierce your heart! "

Ling Bai pressed the palm of his hand to stop the chrysanthemum ghost who was about to explode. Then, regardless of the sharpness of the soul-breaking gun, he held the tip of the gun and pushed it aside. He smiled slightly, but there was a bit of coldness in his smile:

"Using the soul-breaking gun and not recognizing the broken clan, your lineage is really strange.

As for penetrating my heart, ha..."

Ling Bai instantly had a crystal-bright azure sword in his hand. The strange azure and the deep black eyes met. He sneered:

"Why? With your non-lethal third-rate marksmanship..."