Back Off, Let Me Come

Gong Xiqiu's arrogance suddenly dropped.

"I didn't know that big brother would come..."

Trying to hide the huge dragon head behind the clouds, his eyes were evasive. The eldest brother did say that this thing should be used desperately at critical moments, but he thought that instead of fighting the enemy with all his strength after exhaustion, it would be better to spend all his wealth to fight with all his strength from the beginning.

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

Doesn't this mean that you are caught off guard?

If the enemy takes it lightly, there is a high probability that he will die in his hands. No matter how you calculate it, you think this is a good deal.

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

This proves that in the heart of the eldest brother, his younger brother still has a lot of weight! Hehehe, eldest brother loves him more than he imagined! Gong Xiqiu concluded the above, allowing him to flexibly switch between guilty and proud emotions. Even the pain of peeling off the scales that penetrated his bone marrow was temporarily forgotten by him. Seeing the slightly depressed Longan regaining its energy, the medicine collector clicked his tongue in disgust.

A Gong Xiqiu is quite sad.

At this moment, another guy with unknown details appeared.

This kind of kindness is really hard to repay.

"Young young man, you have a bright future, why would you sacrifice your life for other people's ambitions for dominance?"

The medicine collector's words were directed at Jimo Qiu, and there was a hint of sincerity in his words. A genius is not something to be surprised about. The group of brave warriors themselves came down from the waves. Who can live to practice to this point? Who was not a genius when he was young? But there are two in front of me. They are still brothers and blood relatives of each other! What a precious blessing this is for the medicine collector who has been pursuing blood relatives all his life? Why sacrifice everything for a superior person with unsatisfied desires?

Gong Xiqiu's giant dragon head moved forward slightly, blocking the skylight above his head and casting endless shadows. A pair of dragon eyes that were taller than a man flashed with a strange look, and he sneered disdainfully: "Tsk, you really are an old man with a loose butt. He farts loudly and loudly."

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

When did the medicine collector get so offended?

I made a decision immediately——

He wants to split Gong Xiqiu's butt into four pieces and then behead him!

Jimo Qiu: "Your Highness is not 'other people', and her behavior is not 'ambition to dominate'. We are just following the call of our hearts and acting in accordance with the oracle. On the other hand, you have very little karma. You must have not seen anyone killed for many years." Blood, always doing good deeds, just waiting for an opportunity to reach the top, why bother to get involved in the right and wrong of the world? "

When the medicine collector heard this lesson, he thought it was absurd.

Even at such a young age, I was taught a lesson by a younger student?

What the other party said makes sense at first glance. In fact, it doesn’t hurt to speak while standing. How can the so-called "opportunity" be so easy to wait for? How many talented people are stuck here until their lifespan is exhausted? Not to mention that for a person like him with deep-rooted inner demons, there is little hope of a breakthrough: "Hey, it's not enough to say anything without speculation."

There is no need to continue talking.

"In that case, Gongyang Yongye, please enlighten me!" After the words fell, the blood that had been quiet for many years in the medicine collector's chest began to burn quietly, and martial energy crazily poured into the Mo Dao in his hand along the veins. In an instant, the bite patterns of hundreds of ghosts engraved on the blade lit up one after another, and hundreds of pairs of ferocious and evil eyes were dotted like stars. Weird, charming, evil, and cold, the moment you look at these ghost eyes for a moment, you can hear the distant and near howling of ghosts and wolves, as if you are on the 18th floor of hell!

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

A sigh came from behind the visor.

"...This still feels more familiar!"

Seeing the excitement coming from hundreds of twisted faces, a long-lost emotion filled the medicine collector's heart - just as Jimo Qiu said, after he lived in seclusion, he focused on recuperating and practicing and self-taught men's medical skills. He rarely paid attention to worldly affairs. Naturally He rarely kills people anymore. In the early years, he would kill a few blind people, but since those few failed sprints to the bottleneck, his mentality has calmed down.

How peaceful is it?

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

Just because he is proficient in andrology medicine doesn't mean he doesn't know anything else. Over the years, he has been practicing medicine one after another, and he will rescue those who have the opportunity. Unless the patients who pass through his care are terminally ill and the medicine fails to work, there is a 70% to 80% chance of survival. After many years, he was still helpless about his hidden disease of infertility. Other medical techniques to save people had advanced by leaps and bounds, but he didn't like it.

His peace is not that he has seen through the world of mortals, nor is it that his ideological consciousness has risen, but that he has to make compromises in the face of reality.

Over time, these unwillingness turned into decadence.

These despondencies accumulated more and more, eroding his spirit little by little.

Gongxi Qiu was not afraid of wearing shoes when he was barefoot, so he fought hard with himself when he came up. The herb collector still had a headache. For courageous warriors, heart energy is courage, and courage is strength. In his current state, he may not even be able to beat himself more than ten years ago.

therefore--

A Gong Xiqiu fights desperately, which is tricky, but he is sure to win.

A pair of brothers worked hard, but the herb collector didn't have much confidence.

Unless, he also fights with them.

Because of these worries in his heart, the medicine collector lost his indomitable momentum, and even more so, Mo Dao lost his sharpness in cutting through mountains and seas with his sword! These are the conclusions that Jimo Qiu came to with a false shot - the medicine collector lost his important soul with his sword!

Gong Xiqiu has not been relieved of his current state.

Even though his current size may seem huge and cumbersome, making it difficult for him to dodge, it is actually not the case. His speed is even worse than in human form. He and his eldest brother can form a tacit understanding without verbal communication, alternate attacks, and make up for each other's weaknesses!

"Bang——"

Mo Dao's sword aura was close to that of Jimo Qiu.

Although the spear is the king of weapons, and the four characters of strength and bravery are fully displayed in the hands of Jimo Qiu, the knife in the hands of the herb collector is not an ordinary long knife, but a Mo knife. In the hands of ordinary people, an ordinary Mo Dao can break a person's horse and horse with just one cut. What's more, the owner of this Mo Dao is a peak 19th-level Guannei Hou! This sword can kill dragons at the top and evil spirits at the bottom. It is invincible!

But, still the same sentence——

The Mo Dao in the hands of the medicine collector is missing its soul!

He stepped on Gongxi Qiulong's spine in a flash, and Mo Dao was in his hand like an arm. The sword struck the gun shadow, and the Baizhang sword energy was compressed to the limit to less than three feet in length. The blade passed by, breaking the sound barrier with the force of breaking bamboo, and slashed towards Jimo Qiu head-on. The explosive sound was accompanied by strong corrosive black martial energy splashing in the air. Jimo Qiu followed a flexible route and was not good at strength competition. He suffered a heavy loss as soon as he made contact. He was unable to stand firmly and was knocked away by the overwhelming force of Mount Tai. The roaring and splitting wind slapped his ears.

Even the eardrums were cut so painfully.

The medicine collector took the opportunity to kill him.

bite--

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

The two sides collided and exploded, dragging out several dazzling sparks.

The strong dragon's breath completely enveloped the medicine collector, and the distance between the two parties was extremely close, so close that the medicine collector could reach out and touch Gong Xiqiu's fluttering dragon whiskers. The medicine collector's expression suddenly changed, and he tried to hold the blade tightly and pull the Mo Dao back, but there was only a harsh tearing sound in his ears - Gong Xiqiu was so reckless, he opened his mouth and took the Mo Dao with his teeth!

This time it also cleared up his doubts.

The Mo Dao of the 19th grade Guannei Hou is not as hard as his teeth!

In the blink of an eye, Gong Xiqiu wanted to bite the medicine collector's Mo Dao into pieces and teach him a lesson. The medicine collector didn't need to look at his longan to know what the young man was up to. He sneered in his heart and showed Gong Xiqiu a big trick!

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

His mouth and head were almost cut in half!

Just now, the medicine collector frantically poured martial energy into Mo Dao, forcibly extended the blade, and stabbed Gong Xiqiu directly in the mouth. At the same time, the body burst out with terrifying strength, so strong that Gong Xiqiu couldn't even bite the blade, and the entire dragon body was pulled away from its original position. Gong Xiqiu had to let go of Longya to dodge, but the medicine collector did not retreat but advanced. His body was like a cannonball, turning into a meteor and flying towards his mouth, while also dragging a sword energy that was a hundred feet long!

The knife is big enough, long enough and sharp enough!

If it really flies into the opponent's mouth, Gong Xiqiu's head will be split into two halves! As soon as Gong Xiqiu retreated, Jimo Qiu attacked with a tacit understanding. He stabbed out with a spear, breaking the surface and spreading cracks in the cobweb. Injecting clever energy into it, he broke through the medicine collector's knife with one move!

There was no time to resolve the remaining impact, so Jimo Qiu could only make a secret and use the spirit of words to engulf it and move it to other places.

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

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

It's not very lethal, but it can make him look disgraced.

"Bah, bah, bah -"

He wiped his face with his right palm, raised his head and looked at the battle in mid-air, still feeling agitated in his heart. Qi Cang never expected that Cheng Yaojin's true identity was actually Gongyang Yongye! Young people of this generation have little 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 the rumors about him never stopped.

Forgot to mention, this person is also Qi Cang's idol.

I remember playing house when I was young. The role of Gong Yang Yongye was always played by the most powerful person of his age. Qi Cang was lucky enough to play the role several times. There was one detail that he remembered particularly deeply——

The weapon Gongyang Yongye is good at is Mo Dao.

When encountering an "enemy general" on horseback, as long as there is not much difference in strength between the two sides, the actor only needs to grab the tree branch representing the Baigui Mo Dao, catch up with the "enemy general" and shout, "Watch grandpa kill you, you will be killed." ", you can win the "first level", it can be said that there is no disadvantage! Times have changed, and young people many years later don't even remember that there was such a general star. Qi Cang also made some achievements in martial arts. At this time, he met his childhood idol.

For a time, thousands of thoughts came to my mind.

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

The essence of a warrior's indomitable spirit!

Mo Dao, who lost it, also fell from the altar of invincibility!

"Come again——"

Gong Xiqiu didn't hesitate to take his own life. He used the dragon's head, body and tail as a spear and shield, and hit the herb gatherer without blinking an eye. Manic and hot blood flowed in his veins, his longan was scarlet, and there was only one thought left in his heart - to tear this jumping insect to pieces!

The medicine collector and his two brothers had passed more than a hundred tricks.

I have confidence in my heart.

Hualong's reckless junior was stronger than him, and the one who came after him was more dexterous, and he had the upper hand in other aspects. The main reason why he has been unable to take it down is that the two of them have a perfect tacit understanding and are integrated into each other. One is relaxed, the other is fast, the other is slow, the other is heavy, and the other is light. They alternate with each other, resulting in his advantage being sealed and unable to be taken in the hands of his brother. To cheap.

This is not the most uncomfortable thing.

The most uncomfortable thing is that although we clearly have the strength to capture the two brothers, we are unable to break the deadlock and have to waste it.

The problem is not the enemy, but 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 level of Guannei Hou, and his brother who was only the 17th level of Siche Shuzhang!

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

Not only him, but also Gong Xichou's brothers knew this.

Gong Xichou was not polite and mocked: "Tsk, old thing, you only have this ability, you really live a hundred years in vain. Otherwise, you'd better stop playing with the knife. It's really unfair to disgrace the knife in your hand..."

The master's mind was dusty, his sharpness was gone, and the blade was dull.

Such a dull knife can't kill people!

"Young people are arrogant!"

The herbalist became more and more manic, and the Hundred Ghosts Mo Dao in his hand slashed out, and Jimo Qiu used Gong Xichou's dragon body as the cornerstone of the battlefield. The two sides were as swift as lightning, so fast that it was difficult for the naked eye to capture the landing point of the figure. His slashes were faster and heavier than each other. The light from the collision between the gun shadow and the knife 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 a dragon that has not yet completely transformed, it still has its hidden abilities. It is hopeless to just rush around. Gong Xichou was getting familiar with his current dragon python body while making trouble for the herbalist in various ways. The two brothers took turns to attack and defend again. 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 it out, Gong Xichou felt that his body was hollowed out.

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

He raised his hand to form a barrier to isolate the heat that made his skin burn.

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

This kind of fire cannot be extinguished by ordinary rainwater. Everything in the world can be burned. It is one of the nemesis of the turbidity of heaven and earth.

Control the size of the range, 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. Surrounded by these flames, it feels like soaking in a hot spring, not too hot or too hot, just right, and even the weakness of overdrawn body is relieved.

If the occasion does not allow it, he would want to swim in the sea of ​​fire and roll around.

"Brother, he was burned to death?"

"One good news, one bad news."

"Listen first!"

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

Didn't Gong Xichou always complain that the Hundred Ghosts Sword didn't have the fierce momentum to move forward? Hehe, now it has it!

As if to confirm his words--

The black light split the sea of ​​fire, and the flames separated on both sides.

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I got the millet, the rosy purple is so beautiful ah ah ah ah ah--