(1st Update)

  In the dream, Yang Ming hadn't noticed anything wrong for the time being, and arched his hand towards Platinum Bishop Salas:

  "Yes, Teacher."

  Yang Ming raised his hand, held the mysterious sword in the palm of his hand, danced a sword flower in mid-air, and said:

  "Teacher, please look, this is the Dugu Nine Swords, Breaking Sword Style!"

  The sword is pointed at the platinum bishop Salas, and the sword style advances at a slow speed, slow and weak to stab, but it gives people a sense of edge in the back, as if no matter how much you dodge, you can't dodge this sword.

  Platinum Bishop Salas had a strange glint in his eyes, and said secretly in his heart:

  "What a delicate swordsmanship!"

  In this dream space jointly forged by a hundred people, someone had already begun to activate the memory structure and record Yang Ming's swordsmanship.

  In order to explore more secrets of Yang Ming, Platinum Bishop Salas also had a little itchy skills, and immediately went down to learn with Yang Ming, and with a wave of his hand, there was a big knife out of nothing, and he waved the big knife with a tiger, but he said:

  "Come on, good boy, let me see how good your art is now."

  While he verbally took advantage of Yang Ming, the movements in his hands were not satisfied at all, and the hundred-pound big knife actually carried a terrifying momentum like splitting mountains and seas, and it really rushed to his face like a substance, making Yang Ming have goosebumps for a moment.

  "Good time!"

  "Broken Knife!"

  Yang Ming was not surprised and happy, and with a twist of his wrist, the mysterious sword turned in a circle, and the sword momentum suddenly changed.

  If the sword-breaking style just now was a sharp one-hit kill, then now this sword-breaking style is a completely different style.

  It seems to be an ordinary sword, but it is accompanied by dozens of afterimages, and with two or two thousand catties of skill, the moment the blade touches the blade, it sticks like kraft candy.

  Platinum Bishop Salas's face was moved, he obviously felt that the power in his hand was not reduced, but driven by this strange sword momentum, the whole person involuntarily deviated from the rhythm, his steps staggered, and he almost lost his hand, and he took out the knife with his hand.

  Although he himself is not good at sword techniques, after all, the soul technique he majored in is not this type.

  But in this dream, it can be said that it is the home of Platinum Bishop Salas, and he can play far beyond his usual state.

  Even so, he was attracted by this magical knife breaking style, and secretly applauded.

  "It's a pity, if he is a talent from our Martial Spirit Palace, it would be great."

  The thought of cherishing his talents, which flashed in the heart of Bishop Salas, quickly faded away and turned into a feeling of greed.

  His hero, my enemy.

  That's how it is in this world, the ass decides the head.

  No matter how much Platinum Bishop Salas admired Yang Ming's talent, with his status as a Platinum Bishop, he was bound to crush Yang Ming, a peerless genius, before he could grow up.

  Of course, before he died, Platinum Bishop Salas was sure to drain all his secrets.

  "Good apprentice, if there are any other unique skills, let the teacher do it."

  Following the script established in this dream world, Yang Ming said excitedly like a normal student getting the teacher's affirmation:

  "Teacher, you have a good look, my kaleidoscope writing wheel!"

  With that, Yang Ming's starry eyes widened, and the black pupils released a strange blood-colored light, and the three black magalayas quickly rotated to form a strange pattern.

  But at the moment when the kaleidoscope writing wheel eye appeared, a strong spiritual impact directly shattered the restraint impact of the dream world that was ingrained in Yang Ming's mind!

  Shrek Academy ...... The Continent-wide Senior Soul Master Academy Competition...... The Death of the Wind Laughing Heaven......

  All kinds of memory fragments appeared in Yang Ming's mind one by one, and they were so incompatible with the scene of the Holy Soul Village in front of him and the small mountain bag in front of him.

  As the pinnacle of the spiritual illusion department, when Yang Ming opened the kaleidoscope writing wheel, he had insight into the reality of this dream space.

  As soon as he thought that Platinum Bishop Salas had just opened his mouth and closed his mouth and called himself a good man, taking advantage of himself, Yang Ming's face turned dark for a while.

  Yang Ming can be said to have been smooth sailing during this time, and he has rarely suffered such a big loss, and a sudden killing intent burst out of his pupils in an instant, gritting his teeth and saying:

  "Bastard! How dare you fool me! ”

  Seeing that Yang Ming actually regained consciousness and had insight into the reality of the dream, a hint of discoloration flashed in the eyes of the platinum bishop Salas, but he did not panic, but said with a smile:

  "Good apprentice, is this your attitude towards talking to the teacher?"

  Yang Ming clenched his teeth, the biting muscles protruded, he didn't talk nonsense with this bastard, he directly opened the eight doors of the Eight Gates Dunjia in the dream, anyway, it was not in the real world in the dream, even if the eight doors of the Eight Gates of the Dunjia were opened here, it would not affect the real body, Yang Ming simply exploded directly!

  The terrifying soul power fluctuations soared directly into the sky, Yang Ming's muscles were extremely condensed, and his body inexplicably swelled in a circle, directly bursting the clothes on his upper body, and the green tendons like small green snakes burst out on the surface of the muscles and skin, making people afraid that it would burst out with blood in the next moment.

  Yang Ming's long hair stood upside down, the skin of his whole body was red, and the sweat on the sweat glands emitted by the high temperature evaporated directly turned into white smoke and rose up, setting him off like a god of war.

  In the dream world, Platinum Bishop Salas had insight into the opening of the Eight Gate Dunjia in Yang Ming's body, and the meridians from which the soul power started and traveled along which meridians, all of them could be seen clearly, and his face couldn't help but show a hint of surprise.

  "Wonderful! That's wonderful! This kind of ancient and modern stunt can actually make a mere soul sect burst out with a strength comparable to the soul saint level in a short period of time, if all the members of my Martial Soul Hall have such a stunt, the unification of the Douluo Continent is just around the corner! ”

  "Just around the corner for your uncle!"

  As soon as Platinum Bishop Salas spoke, Yang Ming's trace suddenly disappeared in front of him, and at the same time, a strong wind wrapped in Yang Ming's angry words suddenly sounded in his ears.

  Platinum Bishop Salas's pupils suddenly shrank, shrinking into pins.

  What a speed!

  This absolute speed beyond the speed of sound, even he will never be able to bear it.

  No, it's better to say that even the vast majority of Title Douluo may not have this kind of supersonic speed!

  Unless it was Ghost Douluo and Ju Douluo who teamed up to perform the joint soul technique and block the area where Yang Ming was located, anyone else would be kicked by Yang Ming.

  You read that right, it's a kick!

  The next moment, Yang Ming kicked Platinum Bishop Salas's head.

  However!

  Don't forget, this is a dream world established by the Wuhun Hall with a collection of a hundred people.

  After a while, Platinum Bishop Salas appeared intact at the other end, and hooked his finger at Yang Ming defiantly.

  (Kavinka's couldn't be written yesterday, why didn't anyone see the leave note?) There will be more today, but ten more is a little difficult, so I can only say that I try my best)

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