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Chapter 1221: Young People Have No Martial Ethics (Part 1221) [Seeking Monthly Tickets]

Sometimes, Gong Xichou also wanted to report to the police.

"Can the inner demon be burned?"

He almost made a sharp popping sound.

No wonder he reacted so strongly.

The inner demon is like a ghost that lingers everywhere. It doesn't show up on weekdays, but once a warrior falls into a low mood or reaches a bottleneck in cultivation, it will quietly come out, like a maggot attached to the bone. Which brave warrior will not be entangled by a few inner demons in his life? Parents and relatives will not accompany a warrior throughout his life, but the inner demon will, and even Gong Xichou, who is as insightful as him, is not immune to it.

He was nearly killed by his inner demons several times!

This results in all warriors having a strong heart.

Because once there is a crack in the mind, the inner demon will take advantage of it and sneak in. At the very least, the breakthrough fails and internal injuries occur, at the worst, the demon becomes out of control and unable to make any progress for the rest of your life, and some unlucky souls even die.

Gong Xichou felt that his brain was not enough: "...But the inner demon, to put it bluntly, isn't it just a barrier in the heart?"

  Maybe it was a regret that I would regret for the rest of my life, or maybe it was an enemy that brought me a great psychological trauma... Whenever I think back on it in my midnight dreams, I feel upset and depressed. How do I burn this thing?

Gong Xichou couldn't imagine it.

Jimo Qiu said: "Of course it can be burned."

Gong Xiqiu: "..."

Jimo Qiu's answer was somewhat abstract: "Even if it is a demon in the heart, it is not a truly invisible thing, so it naturally has its own dependencies."

"Breathing fire can burn away the inner demons. I dare not think how popular I will become if this news spreads... All warriors in the world will flock to me." Looking at the tall and majestic figure walking through the sea of ​​fire, Gong Xichou felt a dull pain in his dragon teeth. "Just now I could only use his Mo Dao to sharpen my teeth, but now I feel that his sword can break my teeth."

This is not an exaggeration at all.

The difference in aura between the herbalist and him is so great that they are like two different people!

Jimo Qiu gave Gongxichou a useless reassurance: "Don't worry, it can't be burned completely, this is only temporary."

The inner demon is the “qi” and the inner obstacle is the “core”.

This "energy" comes from one's own mental obstacles.

As long as the "core" of the heart barrier is still there, the "core" will continue to produce "heart demon energy" to continue to entangle the warrior. Gong Xichou's fire only treats the symptoms but not the root cause. After this period of excitement, the herbalist will return to his original state, or even become more depressed.

Mental barriers can only be overcome by the warrior himself.

The herbalist is deeply obsessed, and it may be difficult to get rid of the inner demon.

"It's temporary for him, but it's a matter of life and death for us brothers." God knows how long the excitement of the herbalist can last! Even if you don't lose, don't forget that there is a jackal watching from the side.

Qi Cang will not miss the opportunity to eliminate his strong enemy.

Gong Xichou smiled bloodthirstily: "But this is what makes it interesting!"

  If the herbalist was just the twilight of the setting sun, a hero no longer sharp, the one in front of him was the blazing sun at noon, so bright that people dared not look up! His momentum was rising step by step, and it increased several times in a few breaths!

He felt the long-lost threat of death from the herbalist!

The herbalist was intoxicated by the subtle feeling at the moment.

  After many years, the blood that had been dormant for many years began to boil unbridled again, and the Mo Dao in his hand also made a soul-trembling roar... How strange and familiar it all was!

He couldn't remember the last time he was so relaxed and open-minded. The country was ruined, and he retired from society. Over the years, not only did he lose his edge, but he also lost his spirit and the feeling of moving forward.

"My old friend, I'm sorry for wronging you!"

The herbalist touched the blade of the Hundred Ghosts Blade with emotion. The sharp blade reflected his cold eyes, just like an evil ghost crawling out of the eighteenth level 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 of them laughed fiercely and ferociously. Suddenly, gusts of cold wind blew, and the shocking cold air filled the sky and the earth, forcing back the fireworks that entangled the herbalist.

The Mo Dao made a low humming sound, as if in response.

"Okay, okay -"

Excited, the herbalist said hello three times.

"Old buddy, I will find the best whetstone for you today!" The Mo Dao needs blood to be sharp, and what whetstone can be more suitable than the head of a strong man? The herbalist got the answer and sneered at the Gongxi Chou brothers, "Favor is favor, hatred is hatred, if you help me return to the top, I can fulfill one of your requests. For example, leave your body intact!"

The surging murderous aura rushed towards Gong Xichou.

The wind blew the dragon's whiskers, making them fly in disarray.

Gong Xichou's huge dragon body retreated.

  "Are you scared? It's too late!" The herbalist did not fail to notice that Jimo Qiu had put away his armor - this action was equivalent to raising the flag of surrender in a martial arts competition - but he did not care. Want to show weakness and surrender? The herbalist would not agree!

"Afraid? No——" Gong Xichou suddenly burst into wild laughter, his dragon eyes were full of fighting spirit, and the dark green light that burst out was sharp and narrow. He moved the dragon claws floating above Jimo Qiu's head, and the endless divine power was poured into his meridians. As the divine power flowed through, new dragon scales replaced the original snake scales, "I just want to open your eyes, old thing!"

Its already huge body grew faster as it saw the wind, expanding nearly twice as much in an instant, almost covering half of the sky of the capital! The snake scales completely disappeared, and the horns on its head turned into a pair of shining dragon horns.

The herbalist: “…”

Even without Gong Xichou's own demonstration, he had already opened his eyes, because Gong Xichou's Wudan totem state could not be achieved even by a Wudan warrior who had just broken through to the twentieth level of Chehou.

At one point it gave him a subtle sense of oppression.

"A real dragon? What a pity! I am here to slay dragons!"

The herbalist's attention was all on Gong Xichou, so he naturally ignored Jimo Qiu who had "raised the white flag". The latter suddenly took action, offering the wooden stick in his hand, and uttered an ancient and low prayer, as if it was a response from the ancient world.

  Gong Yang Yongye's intuition told him that Jimo Qiu was planning something bad!

Without thinking, he immediately chose to control the sword with Qi, aiming directly at Gong Xichou's face. Gong Xichou exhaled dragon breath, flicked his tail to block the sword, and at the same time pressed his left claw to protect Jimo Qiu. The moment the dragon's tail touched the sword shadow, he realized that the opponent's attack was just a show!

The real killer lies elsewhere!

Gong Xichou suddenly came back to his senses, and a strong murderous intent came from above.

  The herbalist shot out thousands of arrows from his longbow, covering almost every scale on the dragon's body. Gong Xichou impatiently swept away a large number of them, but a small number of them still slipped through the net. The arrows were accompanied by countless wind blades, and each arrow was like a 3,600-knife slicing!

However, the dragon scales had amazing defenses, and the arrows only caused countless sparks to fly when they collided with them, but they could not leave any gaps. When the dense ding-ding sounds died down and the sparks dispersed, the dragon scales were still shiny and could reflect people's eyes!

"You want to compete with me in archery?"

  Gong Xichou gets annoyed when he sees others playing with arrows. Mama once told him that this emotion of his is called - he hates it most when others pretend to be Bking in front of him in the field he is best at! He will beat them all!

As for what is Bking?

  It seems that he is 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 halberds, Yuanmou's spear, Dayi's mace. ]

  Why do you say the example is inappropriate? Because Gong Xichou thinks he is an all-rounder, and even in the fields of spears, maces, sticks and clubs, he has absolute dominance!

He subconsciously wanted to fight back with the same move, but just as he moved his claws, he suddenly remembered that he was not in human form at the moment, and he had no idea what posture the dragon form would use to bend the bow and shoot the arrow. In that moment of stunned silence, the herbalist's hidden murderous intent revealed its true edge - a few thin rays of light as thin as cow hair mixed in with the thousands of arrow shadows, sliding into the defense gap along the dragon scales.

They have the same goal -

  It was Jimo Qiu who was protected by Gong Xichou's dragon claws!

Although these rays of light are as thin as spider silk, as if they could be blown away by a breath, they actually gather three times the strength of the herbalist. Gong Xichou's dragon claw only touched the edge, and was also cut into pieces.

The light intertwined into a cage, trapping Jimo Qiu inside. The herbalist moved his five fingers lightly, and the cage that seemed harmless instantly shrank inwards! Gong Xichou realized that something was wrong, and when he looked down at the dragon claw, his elder brother under the dragon claw was cut into pieces.

"Big brother!"

The tip of his index finger brushed across the neck, leaving a thin mark that was difficult to discern with the naked eye, but Jimo Qiu did not see the fingertip stained with bright red. The light prison was too sharp, and the cutting was too fast. Before the body felt the pain, the limbs were separated. He looked at the broken knuckles falling one by one indifferently, and admired them a little: "Not bad archery!"

At the same time, it was a bit regretful: "I failed to kill him."

Gong Xichou's angry dragon roar was loud enough to stop the clouds from moving, and he collided head-on with the sword energy that was hunting hundreds of ghosts. The sword shadows sometimes transformed into thousands, and sometimes merged into one, completely covering Gong Xichou's body. After all, Gong Xichou did not transform into a dragon by the proper route, so there must be one or more weaknesses. The herbalist was impatient and too lazy to try them one by one. Casting a wide net, even if he could not find the weakness, he could make this arrogant young man suffer. His target was still Gong Xichou!

As for why they attacked Jimo Qiu first?

  Who made Jimo Qiu look like an auxiliary supporter?

In a melee, isn't it common sense to get rid of the scholar who is in the way first? Even though the herbalist hasn't really taken action for decades, I believe that common sense is still universal.

There is nothing wrong with the herbalist's logic.

The problem is that--

Sir, times have changed!

Jimo Qiu, who should have died, not only did not die, but stood on the dragon head, making hand gestures in an orderly manner with one hand, chanting in a sometimes rapid, sometimes slow manner. The breath full of vitality brushed through the clouds and mist, and instantly turned into a strange crossbow: "It can fire continuously."

One of his gains in the old clan land.

Gong Xiqiu: "..."

No, let him be a dragon with a crossbow and shoot at the enemies continuously?

In his understanding, even the Zhuge Liannu can only fire ten arrows at a time. Although the bow and crossbow made of Qi does not need to be replenished manually, it also needs a charging process. The gap between two shots is the best opportunity for the enemy to attack! More importantly, the enemy is not a fixed target. Not only can they run and hide, but they can also rush forward and smash the bow and crossbow with a slap!

Although he said he was unwilling, his actions were very honest. He just thought of it as a way to test the power of the new weapon for his elder brother! If it wasn't for his elder brother, Gongxi Chou would have ignored anyone else!

The herbalist was also a veteran who had experienced many battles and was very familiar with battlefield weapons. He was originally worried that Gong Xichou's defense was too amazing. He had not found any weakness after several rounds of direct probing. He did not expect that this young man would be fooled by his accomplices. It was not a siege situation, but he actually went to the trouble of using a crossbow.

  Use a bow and crossbow to shoot him alone?

What's the difference between this and using a catapult to hit a mosquito?

However, the herbalist soon couldn’t laugh anymore.

The smile was frozen in a very stiff and awkward arc.

  This crossbow, which was as big as a dragon, did not fire ten arrows at a time, but instead fired hundreds of dark green light balls from different angles at once, each light ball having a diameter of more than ten feet. It was not accurate to call them light balls, as they were all wrapped in an extremely unstable and violent aura. The slightest imbalance would detonate the light balls, and the explosions would pull each other and block a space!

What's worse is that it doesn't seem to have much killing power from the outside.

Only at the moment of detonation, the victim will know the secret hidden inside! The herbalist discovered the trick after being hit by the explosion once, and instantly pulled himself out of the explosion range. Compared with the vastness of the world, the explosion range is so small that it is not worth mentioning.

"Young man, accept your fate!"

No one knows the advantages and disadvantages of bows and crossbows better than this veteran.

The gap between the two shots is Gong Xichou's death date!

result--

He was a 19th-rank Guannei Marquis, and he was giving it his all. Before he could strike out with his Mo Dao, a new wave of light balls enlarged in front of him. No matter how he dodged and dodged, the light balls kept chasing him, with no intention of stopping to recharge. The more unethical thing about these light balls was that whether the herbalist dodged or not, the density would cause the light balls to collide with each other, and then cause self-destruction.

He had dodged all over the place, but Gongxi Chou hadn't stopped yet.

There is no sign of exhaustion of martial energy at all.

The herbalist was annoyed by the disturbance and wanted to catch the man and kill him, but Gong Xichou was a dragon with a crossbow wrapped around its tail. He dodged quickly with a flick of his tail, and with the help of Jimo Qiu, he was able to match the herbalist in speed and had better endurance.

Yes, if you can’t win, you can consume it.

No matter how powerful the Mo Dao is, what’s the use if it can’t kill anyone?

  That was not all, the herbalist also found that his speed was decreasing unconsciously! The sword shadows he chopped out were getting weaker with each strike!

The muscles in my hands and feet feel vaguely sluggish and numb.

The herbalist's pupils trembled, as if he had thought of something.

He suddenly gathered his martial energy to disperse the filthy things in his meridians - they were few in number and had a very low sense of presence. If one did not observe carefully, one would even think they were part of the meridians!

Yes, Jimo Qiu poisoned.

To be precise, it was a curse.

The light ball was not powerful enough to threaten the herbalist's life, and the instantaneous explosion could only blow him to dust and dirt, which was disgusting, but Gong Xichou had to consume a huge amount of martial energy, and the expenditure was not proportional to the investment. However, if a little bit of poisonous insects were added, the result would be overturned, giving the herbalist a big surprise - the explosion would produce a colorless and odorless poison that could paralyze the muscles!

"You bastard, what a petty trick!"

He can completely eliminate this poison in less than two breaths!

  It can't hurt anyone, but it's disgusting!

The herbalist's admiration for Gong Xichou was completely annihilated, and his address for him changed from "young man" to "boy" with gnashing teeth!

"Do you dare to fight me to the death?"

Gong Xichou was about to agree.

After all, it was not his style to go around shooting arrows with a crossbow, and he really wanted to feel the long-lost threat of death, but when he thought of his elder brother right next to him, he swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

The herbalist couldn't get an answer and said angrily: "What a coward!"

With full power, kill the dragon with one strike!

The sword energy broke through the explosive waves, piercing through the clouds and splitting the rocks. The ghosts twisted into a red-faced and fanged ghost face, swallowing up the dragon shadow in one gulp. The herbalist said gloomily: "All of them will go to the ghost's stomach!"

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I didn’t update yesterday because my family member had a high fever due to influenza A. Physical cooling could not control the fever and he had to be sent to the hospital again. He was given intravenous drips for two days before he stabilized_(:з」∠)_

My dad has been having fever and colds for almost two weeks.

I feel like if this continues, it will be hard for Shiitake to retire safely at 65.