Qingcang Douluo of Douluo

"Momo!"

Yang Wushuang couldn't care less about the two titled Douluo, and instantly turned into a black shadow and rushed towards Yang Yimo.

"I am fine."

Yang Yimo stood up from the ruins of bricks and tiles in the courtyard, pushed away Yang Wushuang's arm that was supporting her, supported her body with the soul-breaking gun, her waist as straight as a javelin, and looked steadily at Ling Bai opposite.

Wearing a pure black loose dress, she looked a little thin. The evening breeze in the courtyard raised the corners of the black clothes, and her long black hair danced quietly. Her handsome and cold face had a touch of pitiful paleness. .

In this magnificent sunset, she looked like a defeated but still proud general.

Ling Bai was dressed in plain white yet exquisite clothes, his eyes were calm and focused. The breeze blew, lifting up the corners of his white clothes, caressing his long hair that hung down to his waist, and the golden rays of the sun shone on his face. , there is a kind of dreamlike crystal, handsome and refined, like an unreal painting.

I gave birth to the wrong fetus...

Ling Bai thought silently, if Yang Yimo's appearance and temperament were placed on a man, he would definitely be an ascetic male god, but for a woman, it seemed a bit too sharp.

"I lost. Your sword is very strong. I hope I can fight you again in the future."

Her cold, ink-colored eyes drooped. She did not feel annoyed or depressed because of her failure, but instead burned with a more powerful desire to fight.

All her marksmanship skills were taught by Yang Wu hands-on, and she had never attended any soul master academy, which meant that she had never fought a soul master outside the Po Zhi clan.

Yang Wushuang always praised her superb marksmanship as being unbeatable at her level. Although Yang Yimo didn't take it seriously, she didn't doubt her grandfather's words, but Ling Bai made her lose her temper today.

Regarding Yang Yimo's marksmanship, Ling Bai agreed with a hint of pity. He said: "Your gun lacks a bit of brutality and killing power, and it cannot bring out the spirit of the soul-breaking gun."

"what should I do?"

If it was an hour ago, Yang Yimo might not have cared about it, but after Ling Bai defeated her with his own hands, her importance to Ling Bai suddenly changed 360 degrees.

"Killing."

Without hesitation, two cold and ferocious words blurted out.

"enough!"

Before Yang Yimo could express his position, Yang Wushuang could not sit still and interrupted Ling Bai loudly.

"Killing is not the only way, don't teach Mo Mo!"

Ling Bai didn't squint his eyes and ignored Yang Wushuang. He just looked at Yang Yimo: "You heard it, it's not the only way, it means it's feasible."

Veins suddenly appeared on Yang Wushuang's forehead, and he stood in front of Yang Yimo with a dark face. At this moment, he was so angry that his rickety shoulders straightened a little.

Doesn't he know that killing is the fastest way for Yang Yimo to understand the true meaning of breaking!

It's just that he doesn't want to.

Yang Yimo is Yang Wushuang's most important relative. He hopes that Yang Yimo can become the first titled Douluo of the Po clan, but he is reluctant to let her embark on a bloody road of murder.

Yang Wushuang's chest was heaving violently. He wanted to drive Ling Bai out now, but he didn't dare, because the Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo had locked him with coercion. If he had any trouble, the two titled Douluo would He ran away in an instant and washed this broken vein with blood with the force of thunder.

Yang Wushuang surrendered for the sake of his tribe, so no matter how angry he was, he could only hold back and glare at Ling Bai to express his dissatisfaction.

"Hello, Senior Yang, my name is Ling Bai, the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace."

Ling Bai naturally saw Yang Wushuang's fierce look and soft heart. He had no choice but to feel comfortable having a backer behind him, and he could easily control people to death.

"Sacred Son of Wuhundian?"

On the Douluo Continent, there were not many people who could remain calm after hearing that the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace was there. Although there were a small number of people, Yang Wushuang was obviously not among them. The momentum he raised suddenly disappeared, and his shoulders became rickety again. stand up.

Seeing this scene, Ling Bai shook his head gently, a trace of disappointment flashed imperceptibly in his eyes. Yang Wushuang had been smoothed by reality. It was difficult to see the sharpness and fearlessness of the soul-breaking gun in him. He was just a lost man. An ordinary Soul Douluo who understands the true meaning of spear intention.

Invincible and Wushuang, the two great Contras, after all, someone is left behind.

On the contrary, the two sisters Yang Yimo and Yang Yichen were indifferent and too lazy to pay attention to the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace, while the other was innocent and had no idea what the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace meant.

"Only Your Highness the Holy Son can protect you from Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo." Yang Wushuang smiled bitterly, "I wonder what your Highness the Holy Son has to do with us?"

If it was just an ordinary Soul Douluo, Ling Bai would not be interested in entangled with him anymore. After all, among the hundreds of Soul Douluo in the Wuhun Palace, Yang Wushuang was the only one who pointed directly at the center and said:

"I heard that the poison of the Po clan is known as the best in the mainland. I need some poison."

Yang Wushuang was stunned for a moment, then with a gloomy face he cupped his fists towards Ling Bai and said:

"I'm very sorry, Your Majesty the Holy Son, we have stopped refining poison a long time ago."

"reason."

Ling Bai glanced at Ju Gui by the way, and the two human beings reacted instantly and clamped down on Yang Wushuang from the left and right sides with murderous intent.

If Yang Wushuang doesn't give a reasonable explanation, the two titled Douluo will let him know why the flowers are so red.

Yang Wushuang sensed Ju Gui's actions. He looked up at the sky and sighed:

"His Royal Highness the Holy Son, since we broke away from the Po Clan, our lineage no longer calls itself the Po Clan, and we will no longer refine the Po Clan's poison..."

After saying that, Yang Wushuang looked at Ling Bai, wanting to observe his reaction, and then his heart skipped a beat, because Ling Bai's face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, which was biting and cold.

"I really don't understand."

Ling Bai raised his hand to hold his forehead, seeming a little troubled. When he put down his hand, his pupils had turned into a mixture of azure and scarlet.

"Do you really like erecting chastity memorials so much?"

Ling Bai almost laughed out of anger. After doing this for a long time, Yang Wushuang played with him the trick of being in Cao's camp but in Han's heart.

Surrendering to Wuhun Palace, living anonymously in Wuhun City, but not making any contribution to Wuhun Palace, for what?

It's just that I feel guilty after surrendering, and I don't want to put a black mark on the Po clan anymore.

"Yang Wushuang, you've already surrendered, but you're still persisting in vain. Who are you showing this to?"

As soon as Ling Bai finished speaking, the pressure of the chrysanthemum ghost descended, and Yang Wushuang's back became even more curved, but he remained silent, like a silent sculpture.

Refuse in silence?

Ling Bai's lips raised a hint of contempt. Now that he's here, he can't go back empty-handed. He said slowly:

"Martial Soul Hall never raises idlers, especially idlers with double-minded intentions. Do you understand what I mean?"

Yang Wushuang's body trembled slightly. He really wanted to return to the Po Clan, because that was his home.

Ling Bai chuckled lightly: "Let me tell you a story. In ancient times, a certain soul master force conquered a family with a powerful martial spirit. However, that family was quite staunch and unwilling to help the soul master force in any way. As a result, What do you think it is?"

"His Royal Highness, please speak directly."

Yang Wushuang's voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, hoarse and difficult.

"Kill all the men and use the women as fertility machines. In the end, the soul master forces took control of the next generation of the family. After generations of brainwashing, the descendants of the family were completely reduced to dogs of the soul master forces..."