Chapter 1221 Chapter 1221: Young people do not respect martial ethics (Part 2) [Please vote]
Sometimes, Gong Xiqiu also wanted to report to the government.
“Can inner demons also be burned?”
He almost made a high-pitched crackle.
No wonder he had such a big reaction.
Inner demons are like lingering ghosts that are everywhere. They don't show up on weekdays. Once a warrior falls into a low mood or reaches a bottleneck in cultivation, they will sneak out like maggots attached to their bones. Which brave warrior is not entangled by a few inner demons in his life? Parents, relatives, and friends will not accompany a warrior throughout his life, but the inner demons will, and even Gong Xiqiu, who is as understanding as his mind, cannot avoid being a warrior.
He was almost killed by his inner demon several times!
This results in brave warriors having a strong heart.
Because once there is a gap in the soul, inner demons will take advantage of it. It ranges from failure to break through and internal injuries to severe cases from being possessed by a demon and losing control to the point of being unable to move forward for the rest of one's life. There are very few unlucky ghosts who die and disappear.
Gong Xiqiu felt that his brain was a little insufficient: "...But the inner demon, to put it bluntly, isn't it just a bump in the heart?"
Perhaps it is a lifelong regret, or it may be an enemy that has brought a huge psychological shadow to me... Looking back on the midnight dream, I feel unhappy and depressed. How do you burn this thing?
Gong Xiqiu couldn't imagine it.
Jimo Qiu said: "Of course it can be burned."
Gong Xiqiu: “…”
Jimo Qiu’s answer is somewhat abstract: “Even inner demons are not truly intangible things, they are naturally dependent.”
"Breathing fire can burn away the inner demons. I can't even imagine how popular I will become if this news spreads... Warriors all over the world will flock to me." Looking at the stalwart body coming through the sea of fire , Gong Xiqiu felt a dull pain from the dragon's teeth, "I was able to grind my teeth with his knife just now, but now I feel like his knife can break my teeth."
This is not an exaggeration at all.
Cai Yaolang's momentum is greatly different.
Jimo Qiu gave Gong Xiqiu a useless reassurance: "Don't worry, it won't be completely burned. This is only temporary."
Inner demons are “Qi”, and mental obstacles are “core”.
This "Qi" comes from one's own mental blockage.
As long as the "core" of the heart barrier is still there, the "core" will continuously produce "inner demon energy" and continue to haunt the warrior. The fire in Gongxiqiu treats the symptoms but not the root cause. After this period of excitement passes, the herb collector will return to his original state, or even become even lower.
The mental barrier can only be broken through by the warrior himself.
Cai Yaolang is obsessed with bones, and the demon is afraid that it is difficult to remove.
"It's temporary for him, but it's a matter of life and death for us brothers." Who knows how long the excitement of the medicine collector can last! Even if you don't lose, don't forget that there is a jackal watching from the side below.
Qi Cang would not miss the opportunity to eradicate his powerful enemy.
Gong Xiqiu smiled bloodthirstyly: "But this is the fun!"
If the herb gatherer was just the afterglow of dusk when the sun was setting on the mountain, and the hero was no longer energetic in his later years, what he saw in front of him was the blazing midday sun, so bright that people dared not raise their eyes to look directly at it! The momentum is getting higher and higher, and it has doubled several times in just a few breaths!
He felt the long-lost death threat from the medicine collector!
The medicine collector is immersed in the subtle feeling of this moment.
After many years of silence, the blood that had been dormant for many years surged and boiled unbridled again, and the Mo Dao in his hand also let out a roar that made the soul tremble... How strange and yet familiar all this is!
He couldn't remember the last time he was so relaxed and open-minded. His homeland was in ruins, and he was disheartened and retired to the world. Over the years, his energy was not only dulled, but he also lost his old spirit, and even forgot the feeling of moving forward.
“Old man, I’ve wronged you!”
The herb collector caressed the blade of the Baigui Mo Dao passionately. The bright blade reflected his eyes that were quenched by the cold light, just like an evil ghost crawling out of the 18th floor of hell. At this moment, the hundreds of ghosts engraved on the blade seemed to be celebrating the return of the ghost master, and each one burst out with a shrill and ferocious laugh. Suddenly, a gloomy wind blew, and an astonishing cold air filled the sky and the earth, once forcing back the fireworks surrounding the herb collector.
Mo Dao made a low hum, as if in response.
“Okay, okay—”
In excitement, the medicine collector said hello three times.
“Old man, we will find the best whetstone for you today!” Mo Dao needs blood to be sharp. What whetstone is more suitable than the head of a strong man? The medicine collector got the answer and looked at Brother Gong Xiqiu with a sneer, "Grace is kindness, hatred is hatred. If you help me return to the top, I can fulfill one of your requests. For example, keep a whole body!"
The surging murderous intent rushed directly towards Gong Xiqiu.
The breeze makes the dragon’s whiskers fly in disorder.
Gongxi Qiu's huge dragon body stepped back.
"Are you scared? It's a pity it's too late!" The medicine collector didn't notice that Jimo Qiu had put away his armor - this action in a martial arts competition was equivalent to raising the flag to surrender - but he didn't care. Want to show weakness and surrender? The medicine collector refused!
“Afraid? No—” Gong Xiqiu suddenly burst into wanton laughter, his longan was filled with fighting intent, and the dark green light that burst out was sharp and narrow. He moved the dragon claw suspended above Jimo Qiu's head, and a steady stream of divine power poured into his meridians. As the divine power flowed through, pieces of brand-new dragon scales replaced the original snake scales, "I just want to give you, an old guy, a shot." Eye-opening!”
The already huge body grew at the sight of the wind, nearly doubling in size in an instant, almost covering half of the sky in the royal capital! The snake scales completely disappeared, and the horns on top of its head turned into a pair of shining dragon horns.
Herb collector: “…”
Gong Xiqiu has already opened his eyes without having to demonstrate it physically, because Gong Xiqiu's martial courage totem state cannot be achieved even by a martial artist who has just broken through the twentieth level of Chehou.
For a time it gave him a subtle sense of oppression.
“A real dragon? What a pity, I am here to slay dragons!”
The medicine collector’s entire attention was attracted by Gong Xiqiu, and he naturally ignored Jimo Qiu who was “raising the white flag”. The latter suddenly made a move, held out the wooden stick in his hand, and uttered an ancient low prayer, as if it was a response from the ancient world.
Intuition told Gongyang Yongye that Jimo Qiu was holding back the bad news!
Without thinking, he immediately chose to control the sword with Qi, aiming to reach Gongxi Qiu's face. Gong Xiqiu breathed out the dragon's breath, flicked his tail to catch the knife, and at the same time pressed his left paw, using a protective posture to bring Jimo Qiu into his safety range. The moment the dragon's tail touched the shadow of the knife, he realized that the opponent's blow was just gold and jade, just superficial!
The real killer move lies elsewhere!
Gong Xiqiu suddenly came back to his senses, and strong murderous intent came from above.
The long bow in the hand of the herb collector shot out thousands of arrows, covering almost every dragon scale on the dragon's body. Gong Xiqiu impatiently swept away a large area, but there were still a small number of fish that slipped through the net. The arrows are accompanied by countless wind blades, and each arrow is a Lingchi shot of 3,600 swords!
However, the defense of the dragon scale is astonishing, and the arrows that collide with it can only scatter countless sparks, but cannot leave a single breach. When the dense tinkling sound goes out and the sparks dissipate, the dragon scales are still shining brightly!
“Are you competing with me in arrows?”
Gong Xiqiu gets irritated when he sees others playing with arrows. Mama once told him that his mood is called - he is most annoyed when others pretend to be bad in front of his best field! Come and hit one!
As for what is Bking?
Seems to be a king with absolute dominance in a certain field!
Mama also gave him an inappropriate example: "It's like you shoot arrows, whip and dance with a halberd, Yuanmou's spear, and righteousness' trump card." 】
He subconsciously wanted to use the same move to fight back. Just as he moved his claws, he suddenly remembered that he was not in human form at the moment. He was also blinded by the posture of the dragon in bending the bow and shooting arrows. In a dazed moment, the herb collector's hidden murderous intent revealed its real edge - a few rays of light as thin as cow hairs were mixed in the shadows of thousands of arrows, sliding into the defensive gap against the dragon's scales.
They have the same goal—
It was Jimo Qiu who was protected by Gong Xiqiu with his dragon claws!
Although these rays of light are as thin as spider silk and seem to float far away with a breath of air, they actually gather the power of three successful herb collectors. Gong Xiqiu's dragon claw only scratched the edge and was cut into pieces.
Lights intertwined into a cage, surrounding Jimo Qiu. The herb collector moved his knuckles lightly, and the seemingly harmless cage instantly shrank inward! Gong Xiqiu realized that something was wrong. When he lowered his head to look at the dragon claws, his eldest brother was cut into Lingchi.
“Brother!”
The pulp of his index finger brushed the thin mark on his neck that was difficult to discern with the naked eye, but Jimo Qiu did not see the pulp of his finger stained bright red. The light prison is too sharp, the cutting is too fast, the body has not felt the pain, and the limbs have been separated. He looked at the pieces of knuckle meat that fell off one by one indifferently, and said with some appreciation: "Not bad archery skills!"
At the same time, it was also a bit of a pity: “I couldn’t kill him successfully.”
Gong Xiqiu's angry dragon roar stopped the traveling clouds, and he collided head-on with the sword spirit that was hunting hundreds of ghosts. The sword shadow sometimes transformed into thousands, and sometimes merged into one, completely covering Gong Xiqiu's entire body. After all, Gong Xiqiu didn't turn into a dragon through the formal route. There must be one or more gates, and the medicine collector was impatient and too lazy to try them one by one. Cast a wide net, even if you can't find a cover, you can still make this arrogant young man suffer severely. His goal is still Gong Xiqiu!
As for why you attacked Jimo Qiu first?
Who makes Jimo Qiu look like a supporter?
In a chaotic fight, isn’t it common sense engraved in the bones to get rid of the obstructionist scribes first? Even if the herb collector has not really taken action for decades, I believe that common sense is still applicable to ancient and modern times.
The logic of the medicine collector is correct.
The problem is—
Sir, times have changed!
Jimo Qiu, who was supposed to die, not only did not die, but instead stood on the dragon's head, pinching the sutras in an orderly manner with one hand, and chanting sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly. The breath full of vitality blew through the clouds and mist, and instantly turned into a strange crossbow: "It can shoot continuously."
One of his harvests in his old clan land.
Gong Xiqiu: “…”
No, let him use a dragon to shoot the enemy with a crossbow?
In his understanding, even the Zhuge Liannu can only fire ten arrows at a time. Although the crossbow made of gas does not require manual replenishment of arrows, it still requires a charging process. The gap between the two shots is the enemy's best chance to take action! What's more important is that the enemy is not a fixed target. Not only can he run and hide, but he can also bully him and crush the crossbow with a slap!
He said he was reluctant, but he was very honest in his actions. He just thought it was a test of the power of the new weapon for his eldest brother! If it weren't for the eldest brother, Gongxi Qiuniao wouldn't take advantage of him if there was another person!
Medicine collector is also a veteran who has experienced hundreds of battles and is very familiar with battlefield ordnance. He was originally worried that Gong Xiqiu's defense was too alarming. After several rounds of direct interviews, he failed to find the weak point of Zhanmen. He did not expect that this young man would be deceived by his accomplices and become lame. It was not the occasion of siege and hedging, so he would actually struggle to load the crossbow.
Hit him with a crossbow?
What is the difference between this and stoning a mosquito?
However, the herb collector soon stopped laughing.
The smile is fixed in a very stiff and awkward arc.
This crossbow, which is the size of Gongxi Qiulong, does not fire ten arrows at a time, but shoots hundreds of dark green light **** from different angles at once, each light ball is more than one foot in diameter. It is not accurate to say that the light **** are inside, they will be wrapped in an extremely unstable and violent aura. A slight imbalance will detonate the light ball. The explosions will pull each other and block one space!
What’s even worse is that it doesn’t look very lethal from the outside.
Only at the moment of detonation, the victim knows the secret hidden inside! The herb collector noticed something fishy after eating the explosion once, and instantly escaped from the explosion range. Compared to the vastness of heaven and earth, the scope of the explosion was simply too small to be worth mentioning.
“Young people, please accept your fate!”
No one knows the advantages and disadvantages of crossbows better than him, a veteran.
The gap between the two shots is the death of Gongxi Qiu!
result-
Imagine that he was waiting for Guannai Hou to go all out. Before the Mo Dao was slashed out in his hand, a new wave of light **** magnified in front of his eyes. No matter how he moved and dodged, the **** of light kept chasing him, with no intention of stopping to recharge. What's even more sinister about these light **** is whether the medicine collector can hide or not. This density will cause the light **** to collide with each other, and then cause self-destruction.
He has been hiding all over the place, but Gong Xiqiu has not stopped yet.
There is no intention of exhaustion of martial energy at all.
The herb collector was annoyed and wanted to catch him and kill him, but Gong Xiqiu had a dragon with a crossbow curled in its tail. He swung his tail and hid very quickly. With the help of Jimo Qiu, he could keep up with the speed. Herb Picker is the same, but better in terms of battery life.
Yes, you can consume it if you can't defeat it.
No matter how powerful the Mo Dao is in killing people, what's the use if it can't cut anyone?
That's all, the herb collector also found that his speed was decreasing unknowingly! The shadow of the knife is not as good as a blow!
The muscles of my hands and feet are vaguely numb.
The medicine collector’s pupils trembled, as if he was thinking of something.
He suddenly accumulated martial energy to disperse the filthy things in the meridians - they were rare in number and had a very low sense of existence. If you didn't observe carefully, you would even think that they were part of the meridians!
Yes, Jimo Qiu was poisoned.
To be precise, it’s a poison.
The power of the light ball is not enough to threaten the life of the medicine collector, and the rapid fire can only blow up the person to ashes, which is disgusting. However, Gong Xiqiu consumes a huge amount of martial energy, and the expenditure is not proportional to the investment. However, adding a little bit of Gu can overturn the result and give the herb collector a big surprise—the explosion will produce a colorless, odorless poison that can paralyze muscles!
“Shuzi, what a small trick!”
He can completely get rid of this poison in less than two breaths!
It can’t harm anyone, but it’s disgusting!
The medicine collector’s appreciation for Gong Xiqiu was completely wiped out, and his title changed from “younger generation” to “Shu Zi” with gritted teeth!
“Do you dare to face me in a life-or-death showdown with me?”
Gong Xiqiu just wanted to agree.
After all, it was not his style to go around with a bow and crossbow. He really wanted to feel the long-lost death threat, but when he thought that his elder brother was right next to him, he swallowed back the words that came to his mouth.
The medicine collector couldn't get the answer and said angrily, "You're a coward!"
Charge 100% of your strength and kill the dragon with one sword!
The sword energy broke through the explosive air waves, penetrated the clouds and cracked the rocks, and the figure of the hundred ghosts twisted into a face with red faces and fangs, swallowing up the dragon shadow in one bite. The herb collector said with a sullen face: "Get them all into the ghost's belly!"
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There was no update yesterday because my family member suffered from high fever due to influenza A and could not be suppressed by physical cooling and had to be sent to the hospital again. It took two days of infusion to stabilize_(:з∠)_
Dad has also had recurring fevers and colds for almost two weeks.
I always feel that if this continues, it will be difficult for Shiitake to retire safely.