Yang Yimo took a deep breath, and every breath was inhaled into the depths of her lungs. Sweat came out from every pore in her body. Her black shirt was soaked, as if she had just run a marathon on the track and field field.

We must concentrate and give our all!

Yang Yimo has never encountered an opponent like Ling Bai in the past sixteen years, and her strength and skills are far superior to her.

However, she felt a sense of pleasure, and every cell woke up, just like a sleeping dragon roaring with excitement!

Qingcang Jian gracefully pulled a sword flower, and the Soul-Breaking Spear burst out with three inches of spear light, just like the duel of ancient knights. The momentum of both seemed to solidify time, just waiting for a fallen leaf to break through the silence.

"Sa——"

The sound was like a ringing bell, cutting in like a sword, cutting off the tight strings.

The last blow!

The confrontation situation collapsed instantly. The dazzling sky blue seemed to be a arrogant emperor, occupying all the range covered by Yang Yimo's gaze. Every inch of his eyes was a sky blue sword blade. The Qingcang sword turned into thousands of sword lights, coming like a storm.

Yang Yimoqing shouted and threw the soul-breaking gun in front of it, like a dragon breaking through the sea, showing a sharp and fierce figure, which was surprisingly beautiful.

Of course, it is fatal beauty for Ling Bai.

The moment the spear tip pointed directly at Ling Bai, Yang Yimo seemed to be integrated with the spear. In a flash, the aura bursting out from his body was even more terrifying than the thousands of sword lights of the Qingcang Sword. He followed the spear without any more movements, stabbed straight into the center of the sword light, with a terrifying aura that was extremely sharp and terrifying, trying to destroy everything that was opposed.

In the last blow, Yang Yimo did not judge Ling Bai's position at all. The Soul-Breaking Spear faced Qingcang Sword as she wished, and the guns and swords cut each other and made a harsh metal collision sound.

On the side, Ariel Yang was not yet old to awaken her martial soul. She covered her ears tightly, feeling that her heart had stopped beating.

Yueguan and Gui Mei looked surprised. Yang Yimo was so outstanding that they all looked at him. If he had the same level of soul power, the two titled Douluo sighed.

The world was still at this moment, and the two of them breathed on each other's faces, and all their strength was pressed on the guns and swords.

A blazing wind blew over the face, and the blue light illuminated their eyes and their noses were filled with a smell similar to burnt.

"I just said it wrong. You are a little better than a third-rate, second-rate."

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

After losing the gathering momentum, Yang Yimo was able to hold on until now, and her teeth bit her thin red lips tightly and slowly said, "You... are very strong, but... we are not a drug seller..."

There was an extra emotion in her voice, stubbornness.

At this point, Yang Yimo is still struggling with the word "selling medicine".

Ling Bai's mouth twitched for a moment. He didn't expect Yang Yimo to have such a straightforward mind and always remembered that heartless word.

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

"Don't you give up?"

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

"So stubborn."

Ling Bai's sword was raised, causing the soul-breaking spear to suddenly lose its force point. Yang Yimo was caught off guard and his breath was chaotic. Ling Bai took this opportunity to spin, raise his legs, and give his all, kicking his beautiful body hard!

Yang Yimo subconsciously raised the soul-breaking gun and blocked it. The next second he saw a black figure flying out like a broken sack. All the people and guns flew backwards, drew a perfect arc, hitting the courtyard wall from a distance, and a loud bang, blasting out a gap of three meters wide. The figure appeared in an irregular shape and embedded in the wall. Then the wall collapsed and the figure was buried by bricks and tiles.

The battle is over!

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

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

Yueguan complained silently. Although Yang Yimo looked like an eternal iceberg, her facial features were extremely delicate and three-dimensional, especially her natural heroic spirit. He thought Ling Bai would hold back, but he didn't expect that another whip came at the last moment!

The most shocking one is Yang Yichen. She knows Yang Yimo's strength best. The head of the family Yang Wushuang once said proudly after getting drunk that among the same level of soul masters, Yang Yimo's strength can definitely rank in the top three!

She was born for the Soul-Breaking Spear!

However, in front of Ling Bai who had just met, Yang Yimo was defeated so miserably that he could not even turn the situation around.

Before the battle, the two reported their soul power to each other. Ling Bai was only at level 40, but he was just a quasi-soul sect!

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

Yang Yichen looked at Ling Bai, with her head tilted, and was a little dazed. As a resident who has been living in Wuhun City, she has heard since she was a child that the Wuhun Palace has the most evil genius and the most powerful combat power in the world. Unfortunately, Yang Wushuang did not allow them to approach Wuhun Palace.

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

"Mo Mo, grandpa is back. How are you practicing guns? Do you need grandpa to give you some advice?"

Before I saw him, I heard the sound of him first. The whistling sound came from afar. Then an old man rushed into the courtyard.

He is tall and thin, and looks like a thin bamboo pole. His shoulders are a little hunched, his snow-white hair is messy, his arms are open, and his eyes are filled with excitement.

However, the old man saw the first look not the familiar figure in black in his granddaughter, nor did he get the cold look that looked at him as nothing, but three intriguing gazes.

"Ju Douluo, Ghost Douluo..."

The old man was stunned for a moment. He had seen the two generals of Hunha under the Pope, but since he led the surrender of this defeated clan, the two titled Douluo had never set foot here in the past twelve years.

What demonic wind blows the two of them today!?

Wait, where has Momo been...

The old man suddenly reacted and looked around. He couldn't find his granddaughter. There were only various battle marks in the courtyard that seemed to have told him something.

"Ju Douluo, Ghost Douluo, why do you target Mo Mo? How did she offend you?"

The old man didn't care about many things. A longer, thicker and more terrifying soul-breaking gun appeared in his hands instantly. Two yellow, two purple, four black and eight large soul rings slightly rhythmic around the soul-breaking gun.

Yueguan stretched out a finger, a golden petal stood on his fingertips, and asked back: "Yang Wushuang, it seems that after all these years, you have become much more courageous and dare to shoot us."

Yang Wushuang snorted coldly. Yang Yimo held the "hope" of the Breaking Clan, and he had to find her, or...

Avenge her!

"Grandpa, wait a moment." The man in white pulled out the woman in black from the brick and tile ruins, and the woman in black said quickly.
Chapter completed!