Chapter 1220 1220: Young people do not talk about martial ethics (middle school) [Please give me a monthly vote]


    Gong Xiqiu''s arrogance suddenly decreased.


    "I don''t know if my brother will come..."


    Trying to hide the huge dragon head behind the clouds, his eyes dodging. My elder brother did say that this thing was used desperately at critical moments, but he thought that instead of fighting with the enemy after exhausting his strength, it would be better to take out all the assets of the company from the beginning to fight hard.


    Not to mention anything else, the enemy must have expected him to do this.


    Isn’t this just a surprise attack?


    If the enemy takes it lightly, it is highly likely to die at his hands. No matter how you calculate it, you will think it is a good deal.


    I never expected that a big brother would appear halfway.


    This proves that in the elder brother''s mind, his younger brother is still very important! Hehehe, my brother loves him even more than he imagined! Gong Xiqiu summed up the above conclusion, allowing him to flexibly switch between guilt and complacent emotions, and even the pain of peeling scales that penetrated deep into his bone marrow was temporarily thrown behind him. The herb collector saw the slightly depressed longan rejuvenated and said disgusted.


    A man and his Western hatred are quite worried.


    Now another unknown guy appeared.


    This kindness is really hard to repay.


    "Young young man, you have a great future. Why bother to lose your life for the sake of others'' dominance and ambition?"


    The herb collector said this to Jimo Qiu, and he was a little sincere inside and outside. A genius is not worth being surprised. The group of martial artists themselves are from the great waves to wash away the sand. Who was not a genius when he was young? But there are two in front of you. They are still a pair of brothers, and they are each other''s blood relatives! What a valuable blessing this is for the herb collector who has been pursuing blood relatives all his life? Why bother to lose everything for a superior who is insatiable?


    Gong Xiqiu''s giant dragon head leaned forward slightly, blocking the sky light above his head, and falling endless shadows. A pair of longan eyes that were taller than a human were flashing with a strange look, and they sneered disdainfully: "Tsk, I''m really old, my **** is loose, my fart is loud, and my fart is loud, and my fart is loud and my tone is loud."


    Who gave him this courage to deal with their brothers?


    When was the herb collector so offended?


    A decision was made immediately—


    He wants to split Gong Xichou''s **** into four petals and then behead him!


    Jimo Qiu: "Your Highness is not ''other'', and her behavior is not ''hegemony''. We are just following the call of our hearts and following the oracles. However, you have extremely weak karma. You should have never killed anyone and have always done good deeds. You can reach the top just by waiting for an opportunity. Why bother to get involved in the right and wrong of the world again?"


    When the herb collector heard this lesson, he felt absurd.


    Have you been taught a lesson by a young student at such age?


    The other party’s words sounded very reasonable at first glance, but in fact they were talking without complaining about back pain. How could the so-called “opportunity” be so easy to wait for? How many talented people are stuck here and end their life span? Not to mention a person like him who has deep roots in his inner demons, there is little hope of breaking through: "Hey, I don''t have a lot of words to say."


    There is no need to continue the talk.


    "Since that''s the case, Gongyang Yongye, please give me advice!" After the words fell, the blood of the herbicide collector''s chest that had been calm for many years began to burn quietly, and the martial energy was poured into the sword in his hand along the tendons and veins. In an instant, the pictures of hundreds of ghosts engraved on the blade lit up one after another, and hundreds of pairs of hideous and evil eyes were dotted like stars. It is strange, charming, evil, and cold. When your eyes meet these ghost eyes, you can hear the ghost crying and howls of you from the ears, as if you are on the eighteenth floor of the Fierce Prison!


    The black color condensed a pair of evil ghost martial armor around him.


    A sigh came from behind the face armor.


    “…It feels more familiar!”


    Seeing the excitement from hundreds of twisted faces, a long-lost emotion filled the heart of the picker. As Jimo Qiu said, after he lived in seclusion, he focused on recuperating his injuries and self-taught menstruation. He rarely dealt with secular affairs, and naturally he rarely killed people again. In the early years, he would kill a few blind people, but since those few failed sprint bottlenecks, he has become calm.


    How peaceful is it?


    Not only did they stop killing people, but they began to save people.


    He is proficient in andrology, which does not mean that he does not understand anything else. In recent years, the medical practice has been practiced one after another, and those who are interested will be rescued. Unless the patients who have been terminally ill and the medicine is useless, there will be a 70% or 80% chance of survival. Over the years, he was still helpless about the hidden diseases that he could not have had, and other medical skills in saving people have made great progress, but he doesn''t like it.


    His peace is not his seeing through the world, nor is it his erectile sensibility, but a compromise that he has to make in the face of reality.


    Over time, these unwillingness has turned into depressedness.


    These depressedness accumulates and becomes thicker, and it consumes his energy bit by bit.


    Gong Xiqiu is not afraid of wearing shoes barefoot, so he fights hard with himself when he comes up, and the medicinal collector is still very troubled. For those who are brave, their heart is courage, and courage is strength. His current state may not even be able to beat himself more than ten years ago.


    therefore-


    A public and western hatred are desperate, difficult, but sure to win.


    The brothers fought desperately, and the herbicide collector was not sure.


    Unless, I will fight with them too.


    Because of these concerns in his heart, the herb collector lost his momentum to move forward, and even more implicated the Mo Dao''s ability to cut through the mountains and seas! These are the conclusions drawn by Jimo Qiu with a faint shot - the sword force of the collector lost his important soul!


    Gongxiqiu has not lifted his current status.


    Although he seems huge and cumbersome to dodge, he is actually not as fast as his human body. He and his elder brother can understand each other without verbal communication, attack alternately, and make up for each other''s weaknesses!


    "Bang-"


    Mo Dao''s sword aura was approaching Jimo Qiu.


    Although the gun is the king of all kinds of weapons, he fully demonstrates the four words "strong, brave and brave" in Jimo Qiu''s hands, the knife in the hand of the herb collector is not an ordinary long sword, but a Mo sword. The ordinary Mo Dao is in the hands of ordinary people, and one knife can make people shatter their harems, not to mention that the owner of the Mo Dao is still at the peak of the 19th-class Guanneihou! This knife can cut dragons on it and evil ghosts on it, and it is invincible!


    But, the same sentence is still the same-


    The mysterious collector’s hand lacks soul!


    He stepped across Gongxi Qiulong''s ridge, and the Mo Dao was in his hand like an arm using his fingers. With one sword, the sword energy of a hundred feet was compressed by the limit to less than three feet in length. When the blade passed by, it broke through the sound barrier with a broken bamboo force and slashed towards Jimo Qiu in front. The explosion sound was accompanied by a strongly corrosive ink-colored martial arts splashed in the air. Jimo Qiu took a flexible route and was not good at competing strength. He suffered a loss when he first came into contact. He couldn''t stand steadily and was knocked away by the huge force like Mount Tai. The sound of the howling wind slapped in his ears.


    Even my eardrum was cut and painful.


    The herb collector took the opportunity to kill him.


    Ding—


    Modao''s blade was tightly pinched by sharp objects.


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


    The strong dragon breath completely enveloped the collector. The distance between the two sides was extremely close. Even if the collector stretched out his hand, he could touch the flying dragon beard of Gong Xiqiu. The herbicide face changed drastically, and he tried to hold the blade tightly and pulled Mo Dao back. There was only a harsh sound of tearing in his ears - Gong Xiqiu was also reckless, and he opened his mouth and used his teeth to catch Mo Dao!


    This time he also solved his doubts.


    The 19th-class Guannei Hou''s Mo Dao is not as hard as his teeth!


    In the midst of lightning, Gong Xiqiu wanted to bite the herbicide collector''s Mo Dao to teach the other party a lesson. The herb collector didn''t have to face his longan, so he knew what the young man had to do. He sneered in his heart and performed a big move for Gong Xichou!


    Gong Xichou: "...Your father is so angry!"


    His mouth and head were almost cut in half! Just now, the herb collector frantically poured his martial arts into the Modao, forcibly extended the blade, and directly stabbed Gong Xiqiu in the mouth. At the same time, the body burst out with terrifying strength, so strong that Gong Xiqiu could not bite the blade, and the entire dragon body was pulled and deviated from its original position. Gong Xiqiu had to let go of the dragon''s teeth to avoid it, while the herb collector did not retreat but advanced. His body turned into a meteor and flew into his mouth, while also dragging a knife aura that was hundreds of feet long!


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


    If the other party really wants to fly into his mouth, Gong Xiqiu''s head will be in half! As soon as Gong Xiqiu retreated, Jimo Qiu attacked tacitly, stabbed out with a shot, and spread the spider web cracks with a point-breaking surface. He skillfully poured it into it, and broke the sword of the collector with one move!


    The remaining aftermath was too late to resolve, Jimo Qiu could only make tricks and swallowed it with the spirit of the Word to move it to other places.


    The transfer range is small, and the ground will suffer.


    Qi Cang, who was watching the game, was suddenly smashed.


    There is no lethality, but it can make him lose face.


    "Push push push-"


    He wiped his face with his right palm, looked up at the battle situation in the air, and his heart was still in turmoil. Qi Cang never expected that Cheng Yaojin''s real identity was Gongyang Yongye! This generation of young people have no impression of Gongyang Yongye, but it has not been many years since Qi Cang was born to retire from Gongyang Yongye.


    At that time, Gongyang Yongye was still a top-notch strong man in the Southwest Continent, and rumors about him never stopped.


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


    I remember playing a family when I was young, Gongyang Yongye was always the most powerful peers to be the one who could play it. Qi Cang was fortunate to play it several times. There is a detail that he remembers particularly deeply—


    Gongyang Yongye is good at using weapons as Modao.


    When encountering an "enemy general" riding a horse, as long as the strength and level gap between the two sides is not big, the actor only needs to grab the tree branch representing the Baigui Modao, catch up with the "enemy general" and shout "Look at grandpa killing you and break your horse", and you can win the "head level", which is invincible! As time goes by, young people many years later don’t remember that there was such a star in general, and Qi Cang also made some achievements in the martial arts path. At this time, he met his childhood idol.


    For a moment, thousands of thoughts surged into my heart.


    He was instantly pulled back to his past situation, and was a little disappointed while sighing - he could not see the essence in Gongyang Yongye!


    The essence of a warrior moving forward!


    The unsuccessful sword that lost it also fell from the invincible altar!


    “Come again—”


    Gong Xiqiu spared no effort to treat the dragon''s head, dragon body, dragon tail as a spear and shield, and he would not blink if he hit the herb collector. Manic and passionate blood flowed through the tendons and veins, his longan eyes were scarlet, and his heart was full of only one thought - tore the worm that was jumping up and down!


    The herb collector and his brother both passed more than a hundred tricks.


    I have a clear mind.


    The reckless young man of the Dragon is better than himself, and the one who came here later has more agility, and he has the upper hand in other aspects. The main reason why they couldn''t get it down was that the two of them had a tacit understanding and were integrated, one relaxed, one fast, one slow, one heavy and one light, and they took action alternately, resulting in his advantage being blocked and they could not gain any advantage in the hands of their brothers.


    This is not the most uncomfortable one.


    The most uncomfortable thing is that I have the strength to defeat the two brothers, but I was dragged to break the deadlock and had to waste it.


    The problem lies with the enemy, but with him.


    He couldn''t find the momentum he should have when wielding Mo Dao, and his strength he could exert was only half of his peak. It is not easy to kill a Duke Xiqiu who was forcibly promoted to the 19th-class Guanneihou, and his brother who was at the 17th-class Siche Chief!


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


    Not only him, but also the Gong Xiqiu brothers also knew this.


    Gong Xiqiu was polite and mocked: "Tsk, the old guy has only such a skill. He really lives for a hundred years. Otherwise, you might as well stop playing with the knife. If you really bury the knife in your hand, it''s really wrong for you..."


    The master''s state of mind is covered with dust, his sharpness is not present, and the blade is also dull.


    Such a dull knife cannot kill anyone!


    "The young man is arrogant!"


    The herb collector became more and more manic. The sword in his hand slashed out with a knife, and the dragon body, which was the cornerstone of the battlefield with Jimo Qiu, who was frightened by Gong Xiqiu. Both sides were as fast as lightning, and the speed was so fast that it was difficult for the naked eye to capture the landing point of the figure. His slash, one blow faster than one blow, and one blow harder than one blow. The light that the collision between the gun shadow and the knife shadow lit up densely in the sky, and it was extremely gorgeous.


    "Eat my saliva!"


    After all, a dragon is a dragon. Even if it is a dragon that has not yet completely transformed, it still has the ability to keep the bottom of the box. There is no future just by rushing around. While familiar with the current dragon python body, Gong Xiqiu was also familiar with the medicine collector in various ways. The two brothers alternated on the offense and defense again, and he suddenly opened his mouth and squirted a dragon''s breath, a string of fireworks that could almost burn half of the sky into crimson red poured out-


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


    Jimo Qiu was also forced to retreat by the fire and heat waves.


    Raise your hand and transform it into a barrier to isolate the heat that makes the skin burn.


    At the same time, he looked at the direction of the herb collector who was blown up by the fire and said, "A Nian, the next control point."


    This kind of flame cannot be extinguished by ordinary rain, and everything in the world can be burned out, and it is one of the nemesis of the turbid things in the world.


    Control the range size well, don’t waste what should not be wasted.


    Through the barrier of martial arts, Jimo Qiu''s cheeks were burned hot, and he was quite uncomfortable, but Gongxi Qiu was the opposite. Surrounded by these flames, I feel like I am soaking in a hot spring. It’s just right if I’m not hot or hot, and even the weakness of the overdrawn body has been relieved.


    If it were not allowed in the occasion, he would want to swim into the sea of ??fire.


    "Brother, is he burned to death?"


    “A good news, a bad news.”


    "Listen first!"


    Jimo Qiu watched the range of the fire gradually shrink to the central area, the spear in his hand turned into martial arts and put it into the palm of his palm, and the other hand turned into a wooden stick, and the high priest''s robe replaced the martial armor. His eyes were a little more solemn: "Good news, the fire you vomited is not wasted, it burns people, and the bad news is - it burns people''s hearts."


    Haven’t Gong Xiqiu always complained about the fierce momentum of the Baigui Modao’s indomitable move forward? Hahaha, now it has it!


    It seems to be necessary to confirm his words—


    The ink light split the sea of ??fire, and the two sides of the flames separated.


    |ω`)


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