Chapter 600

(one more)

"You guys go up together!"

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

Yang Wudi's face, which was originally dark, now turned blue and white.

He can also be regarded as a strong man among Contras, but now he is so despised by a mere soul saint, how can he bear this kind of anger?

"Arrogance!"

"Boy, I will let you know what will happen if you don't respect seniors!",

All of a sudden, Yang Wudi clenched the soul-breaking gun in his hand, and the black and thick iron gun turned black. At the same time, the feeling of Yang Wudi's whole person became different. This moment has completely disappeared, and all the energy is completely concentrated on the iron gun in his hand.

Yang Wudi regained his composure and his eyes were firm.

It seemed that at this moment, Yang Ming's million-year-old soul ring and his contemptuous words could no longer cause any emotional disturbance to him.

It can only be extreme in love, so it can be extreme in guns.

Only by reaching the extreme in emotional processing can one surpass in spear skills and reach the realm of doing whatever one wants.

A soul master who is so focused on the martial soul and has nothing but guns shows that he has reached a very amazing level in spear skills.

This is also why Yang Wudi dared to come to the Zhatian Gang's resident to challenge. Even the weaker Title Douluo may not be his opponent.

Yang Wudi's imposing manner was rising steadily, like a spear, showing its sharpness.

For him, as long as he holds the pistol tightly, no matter what the opponent is, it will not affect his mentality. The aura reached the peak level, and he used his strongest "broken".

Everything is indestructible, everything is invincible, the first thing to hypnotize is yourself.

"Boy, don't blame me for my ugly words. I never know how to stay strong when I make a move. If you die and enter the underworld, don't blame me for not reminding you. The person who killed you was the patriarch of the broken clan, Yang Wudi!"

After leaving a word, Yang Wudi moved.

The tip of the spear was surrounded by a sharp black awn, Yang Wudi shouted suddenly, and swung the spear forward. The moment the tip of the spear pointed directly at Yang Ming, his whole body seemed to be integrated with the gun, and the powerful aura that suddenly rose and burst out , sharp, hard to be!

In an instant, Yang Wudi seemed to be lost in the eyes of the surrounding crowd.

Instead, it was a soul-breaking gun that wanted to pierce the sky!

Meet Buddha and kill Buddha, meet God and kill God!

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

This is Yang Wudi's strongest blow!

There are no fancy soul skills, nor any complicated movements, but it gives people the feeling that it is no less than those deadly soul skills. The sense of death rushes over the face, as if the god of death is strangling his throat, almost producing a feeling of death. The feeling of suffocation.

It was hard for everyone to imagine, even they felt so profoundly, what kind of dreadful fear did Yang Ming feel when facing the sharp edge of the soul-breaking gun?

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

The expected panic expression did not appear, on the contrary, Yang Ming behaved very calmly.

"Could it be that he was scared and stupid?"

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

On Yang Ming's white as jade right hand, he did not know when he was holding a monstrous divine sword. Scarlet runes were engraved on the sword body, and a hazy blood-colored murderous aura lingered all over his body.

Just looking at it, the mentally weak even had hallucinations in front of their eyes, as if they saw a throne made of corpses and bones, and a king was sitting on the throne.

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

Under the superposition of endless attack speeds, no one could clearly see how he swung his sword, and no one even saw that Yang Ming had swung ninety-nine and eighty-one swords in just one second. Superimpose the strength to the limit.

One sword, shocking the world!

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 the gap between the crossed arms, but they were shocked to find that a splash of hot blood was radiating on the ground.

A bone-deep sword mark landed on Yang Wudi's body, almost piercing through his body.

If Yang Ming didn't see that he was still useful, he could be recruited to work for him, maybe the trick just now would be enough to kill him!

"puff!"

Yang Wudi stood upright on the ground holding the gun, kneeling on one knee, clutching his chest, spurting out a mouthful of old blood.

Blood flowed out of him like money, and after a while, a puddle of blood formed on the ground.

quiet!

Shocking silence!

Everyone had imagined that Yang Wudi would lose, but they never thought that he would lose so quickly and so badly!

No one reacted and stood there in a daze.

It wasn't until the three Taitan patriarchs got excited and saw that Yang Wudi was bleeding profusely that they suddenly came to their senses, ran forward to help Yang Wudi, and asked the healing soul masters in the crowd to help him heal.

The original Haotianzong belonged to the four major sects. Even though the power is not as good as before, after all, there are still many contacts in the past. A healing soul master who has been favored by them came out. After examining the wounds on Yang Wudi's body, he couldn't help He took a deep breath.

"hiss!"

"Patriarch Yang's injury is extremely serious, and he was only a few millimeters away from touching the main artery. If the sword just now was a little further forward, I'm afraid even a titled Douluo-level healing soul master would be helpless." .”

Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.

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

After hearing his explanation, everyone suddenly realized that Yang Ming had shown mercy just now.

Otherwise, how could there be such a coincidence, such a coincidence?

Tai Tan pouted at the other two patriarchs, clasped his fists at Yang Ming, and said gratefully:

"Thank you young hero for your mercy, otherwise the old goat would have died 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 soul masters, and said generously:

"It doesn't matter, it's also because you were once affiliated sects of the Haotian School, so I'll save you some face."

Hearing this, the patriarchs of the four major families had complex expressions.

They used to resent Haotianzong and Tang Hao, thinking that it was because of their stupid way of retiring to the mountains and forests that caused them to be displaced and brutally suppressed by the Spirit Hall, but they didn't expect to turn around and accept the other party's shadow.