两个小阴线夹着一根大阳线

Wu Yuankong understood this when the sunset was about to set, less than half a breath away. The nine circles of Youshui in his hand turned into white circles one after another and rolled out. The violent waves pouring down from the sky exploded from the middle, and all the nine white circles hit the star that had reached the center of his eyebrows. Rainbow Purgatory Gun....