Douluo: Guns Suppress the Tianhe River, and Embers Cut Off the Divine Sky!

Under the bright sun, the young genius who bowed his head became the laughing stock of the whole family overnight. At the Po Zhi Clan's martial arts arena, Bai Chenxiang broke off her engagement in front of everyone, saying heart-breakingly: "Brother Jin, you have a blunt spear and a useless soul, how can you compete with me?" The clan elder sneered and expelled: "The soul power has not improved in six years, I will destroy the clan and leave no useless people!" Yang Jin shouldered the bladeless mysterious spear and disappeared into the setting sun. The sarcasm behind him is like a knife—— "Awakening the vision and worshiping with thousands of spears? I'm afraid I've stolen someone else's destiny!" "No matter how good your marksmanship is, blunt weapons without edge are still a joke!" On the top of the cliff, the young man sharpened his spear with his blood and tempered his sword with his soul! "The martial soul has no edge? Then I will use my spine as a whetstone and my life as a stone - to grind out a god-killing edge!" When the dark black gun body was soaked in the blood of the Star Beast, the first ray of cold light from the tip of the gun tore through the long night—— The soul power that had been dormant for six years suddenly broke through, and the gunfire shattered the clouds in the sky! He finally realized: This spear is not blunt, but a god-killing weapon that has not been sharpened; this soul is not useless, it is the evil energy of ten thousand soldiers sealing the Dantian! Five years later, in the continental soul master competition arena. The genius of the Po clan was shot to death, and the elder's eyes were about to burst: "Yang Jin! How dare you kill your own clan?!" The mysterious spear clicked on the ground, and the Shura banner danced. Yang Jin glanced at the high platform, his voice chilling to the bone: "This shot is a thank you for expelling me back then." Turning his eyes to look at the trembling snow-white figure on the VIP table: "Bai Chenxiang, you said blunt guns are not worthy of standing side by side——" "Today, I will fight for you with this blood, is that enough?!" When the tip of the meteorite spear pierces the door of the divine world Qian Renxue's divine armor shattered, the Rakshasa halberd broke, and all the gods in the sky knelt down under the light of their spears! Yang Jin stepped on his body and climbed to the sky, pointing his gun at the sky: "The so-called god's position is nothing more than the remains that have not been severed by a gun!" "