"Mo Mo!"

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

"I'm fine."

Yang Yimo stood up from the brick and tile ruins in the courtyard, pushed away Yang Wushuang's arm, supporting her, and supported her body with a soul-breaking spear. Her waist was as straight as a javelin, looking at Ling Bai opposite her.

She looked a little thin when wearing a pure black dress. The evening breeze in the courtyard was blowing, and the black horns were raised, and her long hair was dancing quietly like ink. Her handsome and cold face was filled with a pity that made people feel pale.

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

Ling Bai was wearing plain white and delicate clothes, his eyes were plain and calm. When the breeze blew, he lifted up the corner of his white clothes and gently stroked the long hair hanging down to his waist. The golden glow shone on his face, with a dreamy crystal clearness, handsome and unreal like an unreal person in the painting.

The wrong fetus...

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

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

The cold ink-colored eyes drooped. She did not feel annoyed or depressed by the failure, but instead burned a more magnificent desire to fight.

All her marksmanship was taught by Yang Wushuang, and she had never been to any Soul Master Academy, which means she had never fought with Soul Masters outside the Destroy clan.

Yang Wushuang always praised her superb shooting skills and was invincible at the same level. Although Yang Yimo didn't care, she did not doubt her grandfather's words, but Ling Bai made her defeated her without any temper today.

Ling Bai agreed with Yang Yimo's gun technique and felt a pity. He said: "Your gun is less tragic and murderous, and you cannot exert the intent of the soul-breaking gun."

“What should I do?”

If it was an hour ago, Yang Yimo might not care, but when Ling Bai defeated her personally, her attention to Ling Bai immediately took a three hundred and sixty-degree rotation.

"Kill."

Without hesitation, the two cold and fierce words blurted out.

"Enough!"

Before Yang Yimo could not wait for Yang Yimo to express his opinion, Yang Wushuang on the side could no longer sit still, and he interrupted Ling Bai loudly.

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

Ling Bai did not look squinting, and ignored Yang Wushuang, but just looked at Yang Yimo: "I heard it. It's not the only way, it means it's feasible."

Yang Wushuang suddenly had blue veins on his forehead, and he blocked Yang Yimo with a dark face. At this moment, he was so angry that even his hunched shoulders were straightened a little.

Didn’t he know that killing was the quickest way to make Yang Yimo understand the true meaning of destruction?

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 in the Breaking Clan, but he is reluctant to let her embark on a bloody killing path.

Yang Wushuang's chest was fluctuating violently. He wanted to drive Ling Bai out now, but he didn't dare because the Double Douluo of the Ancestor Ghost had already locked him with his power. If there was any disturbance, the two titled Douluo would instantly run away and use the power of thunder to wash the broken vein.

Yang Wushuang surrendered for the sake of his clan members, which made him unable to hold back no matter how angry he was, and glared at Ling Bai to express his dissatisfaction.

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

Ling Bai naturally saw that Yang Wushuang was so harsh and weak on the inside. There was no way. The feeling of being backed by her was comfortable and she could easily grasp the person.

"The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall?"

On Douluo Continent, there were not many people who heard that the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall could still remain calm. Although there was a small number, Yang Wushuang was obviously not among them. The momentum he raised suddenly dissipated and his shoulders hunched over again.

Seeing this scene, Ling Bai shook his head gently, and a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes. Yang Wushuang had been smoothed out by reality. It was difficult to see the sharpness and fearlessness of the Soul-breaking Gun on him. It was just an ordinary soul control who had lost the true meaning of the gun.

Invincible and Wushuang, some people are behind after all.

On the contrary, Yang Yimo and Yang Yichen, one of the sisters, was too lazy to pay attention to the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, and the other was innocent and had no idea what the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall meant.

"The only one who can protect Ju Douluo and Gui Douluo is the only one who can protect him." Yang Wushuang smiled bitterly, "I wonder what the Holy Highness of the Holy Emperor is asking us for?"

If it was just an ordinary Confuser, Ling Bai would not be interested in getting into trouble with him more. After all, there were hundreds of Confuser in the Spirit Hall, not even one Yang Wushuang would be the only one. He pointed to the center:

"I heard that the poison of the Poison Clan is known as the number one in the mainland, and I need some highly poisonous."

Yang Wushuang was stunned at first, then his face was dull and clasped his fists to Ling Bai and said:

"I'm very sorry for His Highness the Holy Son, we have long stopped refining poison."

"reason."

Ling Bai gave Ju Gui a wink, and the two human spirits reacted instantly, clamping Yang Wushuang from the left and right sides with murderous intent.

If Yang Wushuang does not give a reasonable explanation, the two titled Douluo will let him know why the flowers are so popular.

Yang Wushuang sensed the action of the chrysanthemum ghost. He looked up at the sky and sighed:

"His Royal Highness, since he left the Po clan, our lineage no longer claims to be the Po clan, nor will it refine any poisons from the Po clan..."

After saying that, Yang Wushuang looked at Ling Bai, trying 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, and it was biting cold.

"I really don't understand."

Ling Bai raised his hand to hold his forehead, as if he was a little distressed. When he put down his palm, his pupils had turned into strange-colored eyes intertwined with sky blue and scarlet red.

"You just like establishing a chastity archway so much?"

Ling Bai almost got angry and laughed. After a long time, Yang Wushuang played a trick of being in Cao's camp and being in the Han Dynasty.

Surrender to the Wuhun Hall and live in the Wuhun City with anonymous name, but does not make any contribution to the Wuhun Hall. Why?

It was nothing more than feeling guilty after surrendering and unwilling to give the Destroyed Clan another dark spot.

"Yang Wushuang, the decline has been reduced, and he still insists on unnecessary persistence. Who are you doing it for?"

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

Reject in a silent way?

A trace of contempt appeared on Ling Bai's lips. Since he was here, it was impossible for him to go back empty-handedly. He said slowly:

"The Spirit Hall never raises idle people, especially idle people who are ignorant. Do you understand what I mean?"

Yang Wushuang's body trembled slightly. He really hoped to return to the Po clan because it was his home.

Ling Bai chuckled: "Let me tell you a story. Ancient soul master forces conquered a family with powerful martial souls, but that family is quite strong and is unwilling to help the soul master forces do things. What do you guess it is?"

"His Son, just say it."

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

"Men are killed, women are treated as fertility machines. In the end, the soul master power controls the next generation of the family. After generations of brainwashing, the descendants of the family have completely become a dog of the soul master power..."
Chapter completed!