"Yang Yimo..."

Ling Bai stopped and looked at the handsome woman in a black long gown from afar.

Yang Yimo seemed not to notice that outsiders came in the courtyard. She stretched out her right hand, and thousands of ink-colored light gathered, forming a spear.

The spear is as black as a dot of paint, reflecting a cold luster in the sun. The pole is eight feet long, the cold tip is four feet long, the gun rod is as thick as an ordinary person's arms, and the four best matching soul rings appear on the gun body at the same time, shining up and down around this two-meter-long spear, emitting an extremely dazzling brilliance.

The Breaking Clan inherits the martial soul and the Breaking Soul Spear!

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

Yueguan suddenly sighed that he participated in the battle to encircle and suppress the Haotian Sect and had seen the terrifying power of the Soul-Breaking Spear.

It doesn't matter if the ghost is. His martial soul abilities are special and he is naturally immune to most physical damage. The word "Broken" by the Soul Breaking Gun does not pose that great threat to him.

Ling Bai turned his gaze to the Soul-breaking Spear in Yang Yimo's hand. In his memory, the Soul-breaking Spear is called the third strong attack weapon in the world under the Haotian Hammer and the Seven Killing Swords. Yang Wudi used this gun to fight against the Snake Spear Douluo without any disadvantage, and now he finally saw it.

The little girl Yichen blinked her confused big eyes. She heard Yueguan's sigh, but she couldn't understand why this handsome and feminine uncle didn't like the Soul-Breaking Spear. She has always been looking forward to awakening the inherited martial soul that the Poker clan is proud of when she was six years old.

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

Ling Bai rarely sees a woman with such a keen look, or it is rare in the world.

Yang Yimo stood in the courtyard holding a soul-breaking gun. The weather in Wuhun City was a little hot. It was almost the end of summer and autumn. There were fallen leaves on the ground in the courtyard. A gust of wind passed, and three or two fallen leaves slowly floated down.

Yang Yimo, who was standing in the same place, shook his wrist and a little cold light suddenly appeared. Then, a nearly four-meter-long spear, suddenly stabbed out, with a tricky angle, like a black poisonous snake rising from his hand, silently.

The tip of the gun slashed like lightning, and three fallen leaves split into two, falling to the ground.

As soon as the spear head turned, Yang Yimo danced on his own, blocking, turning, plucking, pricking, thrusting, and wiping out one by one, and for a moment, the cold light in the courtyard was overflowing.

The heavy soul-breaking gun waved and provoked the thorn in Yang Yimo's hand, as fast as a spirit snake, but there was no sound at all.

I saw the cold light but no wind, silent.

The basic skills of spears: blocking, holding, sliding, picking, stabbing, pricking, thrusting, turning, burying, etc.

One move is ten, one practice is hundreds of times.

"In the Spirit Hall, none of the Four Rings Soul Sects can beat her, including the three little guys from the Golden Generation."

This is Ghost's evaluation of Yang Yimo. Even though he had never witnessed Yang Yimo's battle with his own eyes, his shooting skills made him shine.

In his eyes, Xie Yue, who is also a soul master of attacking weapons and has a top martial soul moon blade, is not an opponent of Yang Yimo at all.

Even if there is a level seven soul power gap between them, the former is level forty-nine, while the latter is only level forty-two.

"Smack!"

After the dance round, Yang Yimo put away the gun and turned around. A faint applause came from the side. When she turned around, she found that three strangers had walked into the courtyard that belonged to her and her grandfather Yang Wushuang, and she must have been watching for a while.

The man in white smiled and slowly walked to her step by step. Yang Yimo raised his eyes and looked at them. The two eyes collided in an instant, and the soul-breaking gun made a harsh buzzing sound, as if he issued a letter of war to an enemy.

Yang Yimo Xian held the gun tightly, and his strength was so great that it was even a little white. It was probably because of the clear sense between the soul masters of the weapon. Ling Bai gave her the feeling that it was extremely dangerous. He stared at him like a hunter who had found his prey.

Although Yang Yimo seemed to have no expression on her face, Ling Bai could still vaguely feel as if she was facing a great enemy.

"Your marksmanship is good. In the field of skills, your soul-breaking gun is better than many soul kings and soul emperors, but there is still a little flaw. Your marksmanship is more sharp and has insufficient murderous intent. If it is a life-and-death battle, it will probably suffer."

A hint of surprise flashed in Yang Yimo's eyes, and Ling Bai said almost exactly the same as her grandfather.

The true meaning of the Soul-Breaking Spear lies in the tragic struggle of life and death, and in the indomitable attack and unfaithful attack.

She is indeed superb in her marksmanship, but she is limited to the word "superior", sharp but not fatal.

"Sister Mo Mo!"

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

The Destroyed Clan in the Wuhun Palace is just a branch, with a total of only more than twenty people. In Yang Yichen's generation, there are even fewer peers. Among them, Yang Yimo is the one she likes the most.

Yang Yimo gently touched Yang Yichen's little head, but his deep ink-colored pupils kept locking on Ling Bai.

"Who are you and why are you here?"

Yang Yimo's tone was extremely cold, and the questioning sentences did not fluctuate at all. It sounded like he was in a far north covered by ice and snow all day long.

Before Ling Bai answered, Yang Yichen answered her doubts first: "Brother Ling Bai looked for the head and grandfather, but he went out with his father and uncles and uncles today and had not come back yet, so I will bring them in first."

After saying that, a look of expectation appeared on his pink face, like a child who was waiting for praise after helping adults.

Unfortunately, Yang Yimo didn't notice Yang Yichen. She said to Ling Bai: "Grandpa can only come back tonight. It's very poor here and there is nothing. And I still need to practice guns and can't treat you, well, that's it..."

The jugu was ashamed. The girl seemed to be planning to ignore them directly, and she was too lazy to ask about their identity and purpose...

Do you know that the three people in front of you are the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall and the two Titled Douluo!

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

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

"Will a clan lose its poverty?

It’s not impossible to sell medicine.”

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

"First, we are no longer a destruction clan!

Second, we don’t sell medicines!

If you insult us again, the Soul-breaking Gun will surely penetrate your heart!”

Ling Bai pressed the guilty hand to stop the chrysanthemum who wanted 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 the smile revealed a bit of coldness:

"Your lineage is really strange when using the Soul-Breaking Spear and refuses to recognize the Breaking Clan.

As for penetrating my heart, heh…”

A sky-blade sword blade as bright as crystal was added in Ling Bai's hand. The monster sky-blade and the deep black eyes met, and he sneered:

"Why? With your unfatal third-rate gunshot..."
Chapter completed!