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Chapter 1220: Young People Have No Martial Ethics (Part 1220) [Seeking Monthly Tickets]

Gong Xichou's arrogance suddenly dropped.

"I didn't know that Big Brother would come..."

He tried to hide the huge dragon head behind the clouds, his eyes dodging. The eldest brother did say that this thing should be used desperately at the critical moment, but he thought that instead of fighting the enemy with all his strength, it would be better to take out all his family's wealth and fight desperately at the beginning.

If nothing else, the enemy certainly didn't expect him to do this.

Isn't this an unexpected attack?

If the enemy is careless, there is a high probability that they will die at his hands. No matter how you look at it, this seems to be a good deal.

I never expected that a big brother would show up halfway.

This proves that in the eldest brother's heart, his younger brother still has a lot of weight! Hehehe, the eldest brother loves him more than he thought! Gong Xichou drew the above conclusion, which made him switch between the two emotions of guilty conscience and pride flexibly, and even the pain of peeling scales that penetrated deep into his bones was temporarily forgotten by him. The herbalist saw that the slightly depressed Longyan regained his spirits and said with disdain.

Gong Xichou alone is quite worrying.

Now another guy shows up with unknown background.

This favor is really hard to repay.

"Young man, you have a bright future ahead of you. Why would you sacrifice your life for the sake of others' ambitions?"

The herbalist said this to Jimo Qiu, and there was a hint of sincerity in his words. A genius is not surprising. The group of warriors is a group of people who have survived the test of time. Who was not a genius when he was young to be able to practice to this level? But there are two of them in front of him. They are brothers and blood relatives! For the herbalist who has been pursuing blood relatives all his life, this is such a precious blessing? Why should he sacrifice everything for a superior who has insatiable desires?

Gong Xiqiu's giant dragon head leaned forward slightly, blocking the light above his head and casting an infinite shadow. A pair of dragon eyes taller than a human flashed with a strange look, sneering disdainfully: "Tsk, it's true that old people's butts are loose, and their farts are loud and loud, and their farts are loud and loud."

  Who gave him the courage to think he could deal with their brothers?

When had the herbalist been offended like this?

I immediately made a decision -

  He wanted to chop Gong Xichou's butt into four pieces and then behead him!

Jimo Qiu: "Her Highness is not 'others', and her actions are not 'ambitions for hegemony'. We are just following the call of our hearts and acting according to the oracle. But you, your karma is very light, you must have not killed anyone for many years, and you have always done good deeds. You are just waiting for an opportunity to reach the top, why bother to get involved in the world's right and wrong?"

When the herbalist heard this lesson, he found it absurd.

  At my age, I am still being taught a lesson by a young guy?

At first glance, what the other party said made sense, but in fact, it was just a matter of talking without thinking. How could the so-called "opportunity" be so easy to wait for? How many geniuses were stuck here, until their lifespans were exhausted? Not to mention that for someone like him whose inner demons were deeply rooted, the hope of a breakthrough was slim: "Hey, if you don't agree, don't say anything."

There is no need to talk further.

  "In that case, Gongyang Yongye, please teach me!" As the words fell, the blood in the herbalist's chest that had been calm for many years began to burn quietly, and the martial spirit flowed madly into the Mo Dao in his hand along his tendons. In an instant, the pictures of hundreds of ghosts biting and tearing engraved on the blade lit up one by one, and hundreds of ferocious and evil eyes dotted among them like stars. Weird, seductive, evil, and cold, the moment the eyes met these ghost eyes, one could hear the howling of ghosts and wolves, coming and going, as if one was in the eighteenth level of hell!

The ink color condensed around him to form a set of evil ghost armor.

A sigh came from behind the visor.

“…This feels more familiar!”

Seeing the excitement coming from the hundreds of distorted faces, a long-lost emotion filled the heart of the herbalist - just as Jimo Qiu said, after he retired, he focused on recuperating and practicing, self-studying male medicine, rarely caring about worldly affairs, and naturally rarely killing people. In the early years, he would kill a few blind people, but since those few failed attempts to break through the bottleneck, his mentality has been peaceful.

  How peaceful is it?

Not only did he stop killing people, but he started saving people.

He is proficient in male medicine, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know other things. He has been practicing medicine over the years, and he saves those who have a liking for him. Unless the patients are terminally ill and no medicine can cure them, there is a 70% to 80% chance that they will survive. After many years, he is still helpless against his own infertility, but his other medical skills have made great progress, but he doesn't like it.

His peace does not mean that he has seen through the world, nor does it mean that his ideological awareness has risen, but rather it is a compromise he has to make in the face of reality.

Over time, these unwillingness turned into dejection.

These depressions accumulated and gradually wore away his spirit.

Gong Xichou was not afraid of wearing shoes when he came up to fight with him, and the medicine collector was quite troubled. For a brave warrior, courage is courage, and courage is strength. In his current state, he might not even be able to beat himself a dozen years ago.

therefore--

Gong Xichou fought desperately, it was tricky, but he had a sure win.

The two brothers were fighting desperately, and the herbalist didn't have much hope.

Unless I fight them to the death.

Because of these concerns, the herb collector lost his indomitable spirit, and even caused Mo Dao to lose his sharpness in chopping mountains and seas! These were the conclusions drawn by Jimo Qiu after a feint - the herb collector's sword momentum had lost its important soul!

Gong Xichou has not yet resolved his current status.

Although his current size may seem huge and cumbersome, making it difficult to dodge, it is actually not the case. His speed is even faster than in human form. He and his elder brother can work in perfect harmony without verbal communication, attacking alternately and making up for each other's weaknesses!

"Bam—"

The sword energy of Mo Dao was approaching Jimo Qiu.

  Although the spear is the king of all weapons, in Jimo Qiu's hands, it fully demonstrates the four words of fierceness and bravery, but the knife in the hands of the herbalist is not an ordinary long knife, but a Mo Dao. In the hands of ordinary people, an ordinary Mo Dao can break a person's horse harness with one cut, not to mention that the owner of this Mo Dao is at the peak of the nineteenth level of Guannei Hou! This knife can cut dragons and chop evil spirits, and it is invincible!

But, again, that sentence -

The Mo Dao in the herbalist's hand has lost its soul!

He stepped over Gongxi Qiulongji, and the Mo Dao in his hand was as easy as an arm. With one blow, he hit the gun shadow, and the sword energy of a hundred feet was compressed to less than three feet. The blade broke the sound barrier with the force of a bamboo, and slashed towards Jimo Qiu head-on. The explosion sound was accompanied by the strong corrosive black martial energy that splashed in the air. Jimo Qiu walked flexibly and was not good at strength competition. He suffered a loss as soon as he came into contact. He couldn't stand steadily and was blown away by the huge force like a mountain. The whistling and cutting wind sounded beside his ears.

Even the eardrum was cut and it hurt.

The herbalist took the opportunity to kill him.

Ding--

The blade of the Mo Dao was tightly clamped by a sharp object.

The two sides collided and exploded, leaving behind several dazzling sparks.

The strong dragon breath completely enveloped the herbalist. The two were extremely close, so close that the herbalist could touch Gong Xichou's flying dragon whiskers with just one hand. The herbalist's face changed drastically, and he tried to hold the blade tightly to pull the Mo Dao back, but all he could hear was a sharp tearing sound - Gong Xichou was also reckless, he opened his mouth and used his teeth to block the Mo Dao!

This time his doubts were also resolved.

  Even the Mo Dao of the nineteenth-rank Guannei Hou is not as hard as his!

In a split second, Gong Xichou wanted to bite the herbalist's sword into pieces and teach him a lesson. The herbalist knew what the young man was up to without even having to face his dragon eye. He sneered in his heart and showed Gong Xichou a big trick!

Gong Xichou: "...your father is a piece of shit!"

  His mouth and head were almost cut in half! Just now, the herbalist was frantically pouring martial energy into the Mo Dao, forcibly extending the blade and directly stabbing Gong Xichou's mouth. At the same time, his body burst out with terrifying strength, so strong that Gong Xichou couldn't bite the blade, and the whole dragon body was pulled away from its original position. Gong Xichou had to let go of the dragon tooth to avoid it, but the herbalist did not retreat but advanced, his body like a cannonball, turning into a meteor and flying into his mouth, while dragging a sword energy that was a hundred feet long!

The sword energy is big, long and sharp!

If he was really thrown into the opponent's mouth, Gong Xichou's head would be broken into two halves! As soon as Gong Xichou retreated, Jimo Qiu attacked tacitly, stabbing out with a spear, breaking the surface with a point to spread spider web cracks, infusing clever strength into it, and breaking the herbalist's knife with one move!

There was no time to resolve the remaining aftermath, so Jimo Qiu could only make hand gestures and use the power of words to engulf and transfer it to other places.

If the transfer range is small, the ground will suffer.

Qi Cang, who was watching the fight, was hit unexpectedly.

It doesn't have much killing power, but it can make him look humiliated.

"Bah, bah, bah -"

He wiped his face with his right palm, looked up at the battle in the air, and his heart was still excited. Qi Cang never thought that this Cheng Yaojin's real identity was Gongyang Yongye! The young people of this generation have no impression of Gongyang Yongye, but Qi Cang was born not many years after Gongyang Yongye retired.

At that time, Gongyang Yongye was still one of the most powerful men in the southwest continent, and rumors about him never stopped.

I forgot to mention that this person is also Qi Cang’s idol.

I remember that when I was a kid playing house, the role of Gongyang Yongye was always played by the most capable people of the same age. Qi Cang was lucky enough to play the role several times. There was one detail that he remembered particularly clearly:

Gongyang Yongye's best weapon was the Mo Dao.

If you encounter a "enemy general" on horseback, as long as the difference in strength between the two sides is not too big, the actor only needs to grab the branch representing the Hundred Ghosts Sword, catch up with the "enemy general" and shout "Look, I will kill you and your horse", and you can win the "head", which can be said to be invincible! As time goes by, young people after many years don't even remember that there was such a star general, and Qi Cang has also achieved some success in the martial arts. At this time, he met his childhood idol.

At once, thousands of thoughts flooded my mind.

He was instantly brought back to the past, and while sighing, he was also a little disappointed - he couldn't see the essence of Gong Yang Yongye!

  The essence of a warrior's unstoppable spirit!

Without it, the Mo Dao fell from its invincible altar!

"Come again——"

Gong Xichou didn't care about his life, and used the dragon's head, body and tail as a spear and shield, charging at the herbalist without blinking. His blood was flowing through his veins, his eyes were red, and he had only one thought in his mind - tear this jumping insect into pieces!

The herbalist and the two brothers exchanged more than a hundred moves.

I feel more confident.

The reckless young man Hualong was stronger than him, and the one coming from behind was more agile than him. He also had the upper hand in other aspects. The main reason why he couldn't take it down was that the two of them had a tacit understanding and worked together. One was relaxed, the other was fast, the other was slow, one was heavy, the other was light. They took turns to attack, which resulted in his advantage being sealed and he couldn't gain any advantage over his brother.

This is not the most uncomfortable thing.

The most frustrating thing is that although he clearly has the strength to defeat the two brothers, he was dragged down and unable to break the deadlock, so he had to waste his efforts.

The problem is not with the enemy, but with himself.

He couldn't find the momentum he should have when swinging the Mo Dao, and the strength he could exert was only half of his peak. It was not easy to kill Gong Xichou, who was forcibly promoted to the 19th rank of Guannei Hou, and his brother, who was only at the 17th rank of Siche Shuzhang!

At least, it is difficult to create a good opportunity to kill.

Not only him, but the Gongxi Chou brothers also knew this.

Gong Xichou mocked him bluntly: "Tsk, this is all you can do, you've lived for nothing. Otherwise, you'd better stop playing with knives. I really feel sorry for you if I disrespect the knife in your hand..."

The master's mind is clouded by dust, his sharpness is gone, and his blade is dull.

Such a blunt knife can't kill anyone!

"Young people are arrogant!"

The herbalist became more and more frantic, and slashed with the Hundred Ghosts Sword in his hand, and Jimo Qiu used Gong Xichou's dragon body as the cornerstone of the battlefield. Both of them moved as fast as lightning, so fast that it was difficult for the naked eye to catch the landing point of the figure. His slashes were faster and heavier than the last, and the light from the collision of the gun shadow and the sword shadow was densely lit in the sky, which was unusually gorgeous.

"Eat my saliva!"

A dragon is a dragon after all. Even if it is not yet completely transformed, it still has some hidden abilities. It is hopeless to just charge forward. Gong Xichou was getting familiar with his current dragon python body while trying to make things difficult for the herbalist. The two brothers once again took turns attacking and defending. He suddenly opened his mouth and spit out dragon breath, and a string of fireworks that could almost burn half of the sky into crimson poured out.

After spitting out everything, Gong Xichou felt like his body was hollowed out.

Jimo Qiu was also forced back by the heat wave of the flames.

He raised his hand to create a barrier to block the heat that was burning his skin.

At the same time, he helplessly looked at the direction of the herbalist who was sprayed by the fire, and said, "Anian, control the point next time."

This kind of flame cannot be extinguished by ordinary rain. Everything in the world can be burned to ashes. It is one of the nemesis of the turbid things in the world.

Control the size of the range and don’t waste what should not be wasted.

Through the martial energy barrier, Jimo Qiu's cheeks were burned hot, and he was quite uncomfortable, but Gongxichou was the opposite. Being surrounded by these flames, it felt like soaking in a hot spring, not too hot or too scalding, just the right temperature, and even the weakness of the overdrawn body was relieved.

If the situation did not allow it, he would have wanted to swim into the sea of ​​fire and wallow.

"Brother, he was burned to death?"

"One piece of good news, one piece of bad news."

"Listen first!"

Jimo Qiu watched the sea of ​​fire gradually shrink towards the center. The spear in his hand turned into martial energy and was stored in his palm. His other hand turned into a wooden staff, and the high priest robe replaced the martial armor. His eyes became more solemn: "The good news is that the fire you spit was not wasted and burned people. The bad news is that it burned the demons in people's hearts."

  Didn't Gong Xichou always complain that the Hundred Ghosts Sword didn't have the fierce and indomitable momentum? Haha, now it has it!

As if to confirm his words -

The dark light split the sea of ​​fire, and the flames separated into two sides.

  |ω`)

I got the Xiaomi, the rosy purple is so pretty ah ah ah ah——