(1st Update)

"Let's get on with you!"

Yang Ming's voice echoed in everyone's ears.

Yang Wudi's originally dark face turned blue and white at this time.

He is also considered to be the strongest among Contras, but now he is so despised by a mere soul saint, how can he stand this kind of anger?

"Arrogance!"

"Boy, I'll let you know what the end will be if you don't respect your seniors!" 、

Suddenly, Yang Wushu clenched the soul-breaking spear in his hand, and the dark thick iron spear flowed black, and at the same time, Yang Wuving's whole person gave people a different feeling, all the previous emotional changes seemed to have completely disappeared at this moment, and all the spirit and spirit were completely condensed on the iron spear in his hand.

Yang Wuving's face regained his calmness, and his eyes were tenacious.

It seemed that at this moment, Yang Ming's million-year soul ring, as well as his words that looked down on people, could no longer cause any emotional interference to him.

Only can be extremely affectionate, so it can be extremely guns.

Only by reaching the ultimate in emotional processing can we transcend in gunning and reach the realm of doing whatever we want.

The soul master who is so focused on martial souls and has nothing else other than guns shows that he has reached a very amazing realm in spearmanship.

This is also where Yang Wuving's confidence lies in daring to come to the Bombing Heaven Gang station to challenge, and even the weaker Title Douluo may not be his opponent.

Yang Wu's invincible momentum is rising, like a spear, and his edge is exposed.

For him, as long as he holds the gun in his hand, no matter what the opponent is, it will not affect his mentality, only by always maintaining the belief that he will win, and not affecting his emotions because of any situation in the opponent, he can use his strongest "break" to the extent that his momentum reaches its peak.

Nothing is indestructible, nothing is broken, and the first thing to hypnotize is yourself.

"Boy, don't blame me for saying ugly things ahead, I never knew that I would stay when I made a move, if you die and enter the Yellow Spring, don't blame me for not reminding you, the person who killed you was the patriarch of the Po Yi clan, Yang Invincible!"

With a word dropped, Yang Wushu moved.

The tip of the spear was wrapped in a sharp black mang, Yang Wushu suddenly shouted, the spear flung forward, when the tip of the spear pointed directly at Yang Ming, his whole person seemed to be integrated with the gun, and the powerful momentum that suddenly rose and burst out was sharp, and it was difficult to be!

In an instant, in the eyes of the surrounding onlookers, it seemed that Yang Wu's invincible figure had been lost.

Instead, there is a soul-breaking gun that wants to pierce the sky!

Kill the Buddha when you meet the Buddha, kill the god when you meet the god!

No matter who it is, whatever stands in front of him, it will be pierced by his invincible shot!

This is Yang Invincible's strongest blow!

There are no bells and whistles in the soul skills, nor any complicated movements, but it gives people the feeling that it is no less than those deadly soul skills, and the sense of death comes to the face, as if the god of death chokes his throat, almost producing a feeling of suffocation.

It was unimaginable for everyone to imagine that even they felt it so deeply, and what kind of fear Yang Ming had in the face of the Soul Breaking Spear?

It's just that when their eyes fell on Yang Ming's face, they were all stunned.

The expected panicked look did not appear, on the contrary, Yang Ming behaved very blandly.

"Could it be that he was scared stupid?"

As soon as this suspicion surfaced in everyone's hearts, Yang Ming slapped them with practical actions.

On Yang Ming's right hand, which was as white as jade, he held a demonic divine sword at some point, the sword was engraved with scarlet runes, and a hazy blood-colored killing aura lingered around his body.

Just by looking at it, the mentally weak even had hallucinations in front of their eyes, as if they saw a throne piled up by a mountain of corpses and a sea of bones, and on the throne, there was a king sitting upright.

Yang Ming held the mysterious sword in his hand and waved it lightly.

Under the superposition of the endless attack speed, no one could see clearly how he swung the sword, and no one even saw that in this short period of one second, Yang Ming had already swung the ninety-nine eighty-one sword, stacking the strength to the limit.

A sword, shocking!

The sharp sword light pierced the sky, as if it was about to tear half of the sky apart.

Everyone raised their arms to block the dazzling sword light, squinted their eyes slightly, and looked out from between the gaps in their crossed arms, but they were shocked to find that a splash of blood burst out, radiating on the ground.

A sword mark that was deep enough to see the bones fell on Yang Wudi's body, almost piercing his body.

If it weren't for Yang Ming seeing that he still had some use, he could have recruited his subordinates to work for him, maybe that trick just now would be enough to kill him!

"Poof!"

Yang Wushu stood upright on the ground with a gun, knelt on one knee, covered his chest, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out.

Blood kept flowing out of him like money, and in a short time, a pool of blood was on the ground.

Quiet!

Shockingly quiet!

Everyone had imagined that Yang Wushu would be defeated, but they didn't expect that he would lose so quickly and so badly!

No one reacted, and stood stunned.

It wasn't until the three patriarchs of the Titans, a spirit, saw that Yang Wuving's bleeding was too heavy, that they suddenly came back to their senses, and hurriedly ran forward to support Yang Wuving, and asked the healing soul master in the crowd to help with treatment.

The original Haotian Sect was affiliated with the four major sects, even if the power is not as strong as before, but after all, there are still a lot of contacts left in the past, and a healing soul master who has received their favor walked out, and after examining the wounds on Yang Wudi's body, he couldn't help but gasp.

"Shhh

"Patriarch Yang's injury is extremely serious, just a few millimeters away from touching the major artery, if the sword just now goes a little further, I'm afraid that even if the Title Douluo-level healing soul master comes, he can only be helpless."

Saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter.

After this healing soul master finished speaking, he couldn't wait to start treating Yang Wudi.

Hearing his explanation, everyone suddenly realized that Yang Ming was merciful just now.

Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence and such a coincidence?

The Titan snorted at the other two patriarchs, clasped his fists at Yang Ming, and said gratefully:

"Thank you for the mercy of the young man's men, otherwise the old goat may die on the spot."

Niu Gao and the others were a little embarrassed, and thanked them awkwardly.

Yang Ming put his hands behind his back, and naturally accepted the salute of these old-timers in the soul master world, and said generously:

"It's okay, it's also because you used to be a subsidiary sect of Haotian Sect, so I saved you a face."

Hearing this, the patriarchs of the four major families had complicated faces.

They once resented Hao Tianzong and Tang Hao, thinking that it was because of their stupid retreat to the mountains and forests, which caused them to be displaced and was frantically suppressed by the Martial Spirit Palace, but they didn't expect to turn around and actually bear the shadow of the other party.