After hearing Qi Ling's suggestion, Yang Wudi couldn't help but be moved by it. Although he also knew that Qi Ling's martial arts were also amazing, after all, his swordsmanship was praised by Chen Xin.

But as a martial arts practitioner, Yang Wudi is naturally proud. If he is afraid before fighting, it means he has lost, so he happily accepted Qi Ling's challenge.

"Since that's the case, we don't need to pay too much attention to the rules. Let's just compete here." Qi Ling said, pulling out his Xuanyuan Sword, "Click it to the end and enjoy it. Elder Yang Wudi, what do you think?"

Yang Wudi summoned his soul-breaking spear, danced two gun flowers in the air, and said with a smile: "It's so good, leader, let's take a move!"

"Elder Yang, you should take the move first. I'm used to taking action later." Qi Ling said with a smile.

"Okay, since that's the case, I'm not polite!" Yang Wudi said, shaking his soul-breaking spear, and the body of the spear was like a poisonous snake, stabbing Qi Ling extremely quickly.

As a spear, stabbing is naturally its strongest attack. Qi Ling can only choose to dodge without using his soul power.

However, the more you dodge Yang Wudi's gunshot, the more his momentum will rise, making himself stronger and stronger. This is not only a property of the Soul-Breaking Spear itself, but more importantly, Yang Wudi's exquisite control of his own gun power.

In every collision, it seems that Yang Wudi has no choice but to use Qi Ling, but all the onlookers can see that Yang Wudi's gun is getting heavier, faster and stronger! This kind of gunshot technique similar to the chaotic cloak pounding method shocked all the onlookers.

"The destruction clan is indeed well-known!" Xiao Ye sighed, "This spear technique alone can make them invincible at the same level."

Qian Renxue also nodded and said, "Yes, I have heard of the name of the Breaking Clan. As one of the strongest attacking martial souls, the qualifications of the soul master will greatly affect the upper limit of this martial soul. Yang Wudi is obviously an excellent opponent."

"But the best way to deal with this kind of martial arts should be to completely interrupt the opponent's gun force before he fully utilizes it, so as not to let him accumulate. Qi Ling should know this, but why did he not stop Yang Wudi's gun for a long time?"

As Qian Renxue said, Qi Ling not only did not stop Yang Wudi's gun, but seemed to deliberately promote Yang Wudi's gun force, but just kept dodging and resisting, with no intention of confronting him head-on.

Bibi Dong looked at Qi Ling's actions and said thoughtfully: "My brother, he seems to have some reason to do this. He seems to be confirming something, and he seems to be looking for something. In short, there is a hint of confusion in his sword technique."

"Confused?" Qian Renxue and Xiao Ye were both stunned. Although they were also top-notch masters, their horizons were naturally far from enough compared to Bibidong.

Yang Wudi, who was present, had a very similar thoughts to Bibidong at this time. He didn't understand why Qi Ling didn't stop his gun, but since Qi Ling did this, there must be his reason, and he could only implement his gun technique to the end.

After all, for the Breaking Clan, there is nothing else in their battle besides attack. It is this almost tragic way of fighting that makes them have such amazing attack ability.

When Yang Wudi's gun power is successful, it will be less easy for Qi Ling to resist his attack, and it will be very difficult to hide. Moreover, it only takes one mistake and the game will be completely over.

But under such circumstances, Qi Ling still seemed calm. He looked like a small boat in the storm, but no matter how strong the wind and waves were, he could not be destroyed.

It was also at this time that the people around him discovered that Qi Ling's martial arts attainments were so exquisite that even without relying on his own strength, it was enough to impress everyone.

The current situation is that Qi Ling and Yang Wudi are fighting for their respective limits. No matter how strong Yang Wudi's gun is, it still has its limits. Just like the chaotic cloak hammer technique has its own end, it cannot grow unlimitedly.

Qi Ling's limit is his dodging limit until he cannot escape Yang Wudi's attack, and the competition will be over.

The limits of both sides, as the battle gradually became fierce, Yang Wudi's attack limit had reached, and Qi Ling could also feel that it was becoming more and more difficult to defend himself.

Finally, facing Yang Wudi's last shot, Qi Ling's figure retreated leisurely, retreated from Yang Wudi's attack range, and closed the sword and said, "Elder Yang Wudi is indeed powerful. I can't stop this last shot!"

Yang Wudi took advantage of the situation to remove his strength, put the spear in his hand on the ground, and said, "The leader admits it!"

Everyone applauded warmly for the wonderful showdown between the two sides. This was undoubtedly a game of the highest level. In terms of skills alone, it can be regarded as the top level in this world.

After that, everyone dispersed, but Qi Ling was thinking about something after returning to his room.

"What's wrong, my brother, look at your depressed look, are you worried about something?" At this moment, Bibidong walked into Qi Ling's house and sat opposite him and said.

Qi Ling smiled helplessly and said, "Even sister, do you see it? That's right, I'm really a little worried, I don't know what to say."

"Let me guess whether you are troubled anymore. Your skills have reached the pinnacle, but in the battle, you always feel that you are not comfortable enough, right?" Bibidong said.

After hearing Bibi Dong's words, Qi Ling said in surprise: "That's right, that's right, it's this feeling! Sister!"

"I think I am no longer inferior to anyone in swordsmanship, but every time I fight with a sword, I always feel that I am not comfortable enough, and I feel quite frustrated! I don't know why this is."

"My brother, this is actually very common for you." Bibidong said, "It's like some people who are proficient in various instruments but cannot infuse their feelings into them. In the end, they cannot play music that can touch people's hearts. Your problem is not you, but sword."

"Sword?" Qi Ling was stunned, "Can I say that I am not suitable for using a sword?"

"It's not that it's not that it's that there are weapons that are more suitable for you." Bibidong said, "If the weapon is one hundred percent suitable for a person, then the sword is one hundred percent suitable for you, but what you are looking for now is a weapon of one hundred and twenty percent of your own."
Chapter completed!