Sometimes, Gong Xiqiu also wants to avenge the official.

"Can the inner demon burn?"

He almost made a sharp sound.

It's not his fault for reacting so much.

The inner demon is like a ghost that is always lingering. It is everywhere and will not appear on weekdays. Once a warrior falls into a depression or practice bottleneck, it will quietly emerge, like a maggot attached to the bone. Which martial artist will not be entangled by a few inner demons in his life? Parents and relatives will not accompany the warrior for the rest of his life, but the inner demon will, and the mind is as clear as the emperor and the western hatred cannot be avoided.

He was almost killed by the inner demon several times!

This leads to the brave warriors having a strong heart.

Because once the mind has a gap, the inner demon will take advantage of the situation. At the least, the breakthrough will fail and internal injuries will be caused. In the worst case, the devil will be lost control and will be difficult to advance for the rest of his life. In the most part, the unlucky demon will die and disappear.

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

Maybe it was a regret that lasted for life, or maybe it was an enemy that brought a major psychological shadow to himself... I was unhappy when I recalled at midnight and felt depressed. How could this thing burn?

Gong Xiqiu could not imagine it.

Jimo Qiu said: "Of course it can burn."

Gong Xiqiu: "..."

Jimo Qiu's answer is somewhat abstract: "Even the inner demon is not a real invisible thing, so it is naturally dependent."

"I dare not think that if the news spreads, I will become such a hot commodity... all warriors in the world will flock to it." Looking at the majestic body that came across the sea of ​​fire, Gong Xichou felt that his dragon teeth were aching faintly. "I just used his sword to sharpen my teeth, but now I feel that his sword can break my teeth."

This is not an exaggeration at all.

The momentum of the collector of the medicinal collection is so different that it is completely different!

Jimo Qiu fed Gong Xichou a useless reassurance: "Don't worry, it's not burned, it's only temporary."

The inner demon is "qi", and the heart disorder is "nucleus".

This "qi" comes from one's own mental disorder.

As long as the "nucleus" of heartbreak is still there, the "nucleus" will continue to produce "intellectual demonic energy" and continue to entangle the warriors. Gong Xiqiu's fire is used to treat the symptoms but not the root cause. After this excitement, the herb collector will return to its original state and even become even lower.

The heartbreaker can only be broken through by the warrior himself.

The herb collector is obsessed with it, and it is afraid that the inner demon will be difficult to remove.

"It's temporary for him, but it's a big obstacle to life and death for us brothers." What's the point of being so excited about the medicinal collector can last! Even if he doesn't fall into a disadvantage, don't forget that there is a jackal underneath who is staring at one side.

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

Gong Xichou smiled and bloodthirsty: "But this is interesting!"

If the herb collector was just now, the afterglow of dusk in the mountains and the hero was no longer sharp at dusk, he was in front of him with a shiny noon sun, and the bright light was shining, making people dare not raise their eyes and look directly! His momentum was rising step by step, and it increased several times in just a few breaths!

He felt the long-lost death threat in the herb collector!

The herb collector is immersed in the subtle feeling of this moment.

After many years of disagreement, the blood that had been silent for many years was once again rushing unscrupulously, and the sword in his hand also let out a roar that made the soul tremble... How strange and familiar all this is!

He no longer remembers when he was so relaxed and open-minded. The country was hard to stop, and he was also discouraged and retreated to the world. Over the years, he not only smoothed out his spirit, but also made him lose his spirit back then, and even forgot the feeling of moving forward.

"Old guy, I feel wronged you!"

The herbicide collector moved his sword body to the sword of Baigui Modao. The snow-bright sword body reflected his eyes that were quenching cold and cold, just like the evil ghost crawling out of the eighteenth floor of hell. At this moment, the hundred ghosts with tattoos on the blade seemed to be celebrating the return of the ghost master. Each of them made a shrill and hideous laugh. In an instant, the gust of wind blew, and the shocking cold air filled the world, forcing the fireworks that entangled the herbicide collector.

Mo Dao let out a low buzzing sound, as if responding.

"Okay, okay--"

Excited, the herb collector said three times in a row.

"Old guy, we will find the best whetstone for you today!" Mo Dao must be sharp enough to see blood. What whetstone can be more suitable than a strong man's head? The picker got the answer and looked at Gong Xiqiu brothers with a sneer. "Enough is eh, fugitive is fugitive. You help me return to the top. I can fulfill your request. For example, leave a whole body!"

The surging murderous aura rushed towards Gongxiqiu.

The dragon beards are blowing and flying in a mess.

Gong Xiqiu retreated backwards with his huge dragon body.

"Are you scared? It's a pity that it's too late!" The collector of the herbs did not notice that Jimo Qiu had put away his martial armor - this action was equivalent to raising a flag to surrender - but he didn't care. He wanted to show weakness and surrender? The collector of the herbs refused!

"Scared? No--" Gong Xiqiu suddenly burst out with a wild laugh. The dragon's desire for war was burning, and the dark green light burst out sharply. He moved the dragon claws suspended above Jimo Qiu's head, and the divine power poured into his meridians. As the divine power flowed, new dragon scales replaced the original snake scales, "I just wanted to open my eyes to you, the old thing!"

The already huge body grew when the wind blew, and it expanded nearly twice in an instant, almost covering half of the sky in the capital! The snake scales completely disappeared, and the horns on the head also turned into a pair of shiny dragon horns.

The herb collector: “…”

Without Gong Xichou's demonstration, he had already opened his eyes because Gong Xichou's military courage totem state could not achieve even a martial brave warrior who had just broken through the twenty-sixth level of Chehou.

It once brought him a subtle sense of oppression.

"A real dragon? What a pity, I'm here to kill the dragon!"

The herb collector was attracted by Gong Xiqiu, so he naturally ignored Jimo Qiu, who was "raising the white flag". The latter suddenly took action, sacrificed the wooden stick in his hand, and issued an ancient and deep prayer in his mouth, as if it was a response from the ancient world.

Intuition tells Gongyang Yongye that Jimo Qiu is holding back!

Without thinking, he immediately chose to use his energy to control the sword, and the target was approaching Gong Xiqiu's face. Gong Xiqiu spitted out a dragon breath, shook his tail and took the sword hard, and at the same time pressed his left claw, and put Jimo Qiu into his safe range with a protective attitude. The dragon tail touched the sword shadow and realized that the opponent's attack was just a golden and jade, and it was just a sign of it!

The real killer move is elsewhere!

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

The long bow in the herbicide hand shot out thousands of arrow lights, covering almost every dragon scale of the dragon body. Gong Xiqiu impatiently swept down a large area, and there were still a small number of fish that missed the net. The arrows were accompanied by countless wind blades, and each arrow was a 3,600-slashed Lingchi!

However, the dragon scales have amazing defenses. The arrows can only burst into countless sparks when they collide with them, but they cannot leave any gaps. When the dense ding sounds are extinguished and the sparks are gone, the dragon scales can still be seen!

"You are comparing arrows with me?"

Gong Xiqiu became irritated when he saw others playing with arrows. Mama once told him that his emotions were called - the most annoying others to pretend to be Bking in front of the field he was best at! If you come, hit the other one!

As for what is Bking?

It seems to be the king with absolute dominance in a certain field!

Mama also gave him an inappropriate example: [It's like you shoot an arrow and whip and dance a halberd, Yuan Mou's gun, and Dayi's mace.]

Why is the example inappropriate?

Because Gong Xiqiu thinks he is an all-round player, he has absolute dominance even in the fields of guns, maces, and sticks!

He subconsciously wanted to use the same trick to fight back. As soon as he moved his claws, he suddenly remembered that he was not in a human form at this moment. He also caught him blindly when he was using the posture of the dragon form to bend the bow and shoot arrows. In other words, in a moment, the hidden murderous intent of the herbicide showed his true sharpness - a few rays of thin as cow hair mixed in the shadows of thousands of arrows, sliding into the defensive space against the dragon scales.

They have the same goal—

It was Jimo Qiu, who was protected by Gong Xiqiu with dragon claws!

Although these lights are as thin as spider silk, they seem to be able to float away with a breath, but in fact they gather the success of the herb collecting Langsan. Gong Xiqiu's dragon claws were just rubbed on the edge and were also cut off a piece of fragments.

The light intertwined into a cage, surrounding Jimo Qiu. The herbicide collector's five fingers moved lightly, and the cage, which seemed to have no lethality, instantly contracted inward! Gong Xiqiu realized that something was wrong and looked down at the dragon claw, the eldest brother under the dragon claw was cut by Ling Chi.

"Brother!"

The index finger belly rubbed the thin mark on the neck that was difficult to recognize with the naked eye, but Jimo Qiu did not see the finger belly stained with bright red. The light prison was too sharp and the cutting was too fast. Before the body felt a pain, the limbs were separated. He looked indifferently at the minced knuckles that fell one by one, and admired it: "Good archery!"

At the same time, it was a pity: "I failed to kill successfully."

Gong Xiqiu's angry dragon roar stopped the clouds, and he bumped into the sword energy that carried hundreds of ghosts to hunt. The sword shadow sometimes transformed into thousands, sometimes merged into one, completely covering Gong Xiqiu's everywhere. Gong Xiqiu did not rely on the serious route to transform into dragons. There must be one or more doors. The herb collector was not patient and too lazy to try it one by one. He cast a wide net, and even if he couldn't find the door, he could make this arrogant young man suffer a lot. His target was Gong Xiqiu!

As for why we should start against Jimo Qiu first?

Who made Jimo Qiu look like a supporter?

In the melee battle, isn’t it common sense that the literary scholar who is in trouble on the other side first engraved in the bone marrow? Even if the medicinal collector has not really taken action for decades, I believe that common sense is still common in ancient and modern times.

The logic of the herb collector is fine.

The problem is-

Sir, times have changed!

Jimo Qiu, who should have died, was not only not dead, but stood on the dragon's head, and made a single hand in an orderly manner. The chanting in his mouth was sometimes rapid and sometimes relaxed. The vitality-filled breath brushed through the clouds and mist, and instantly turned into a strange crossbow: "You can shoot continuously."

One of his harvest in the old tribe.

Gong Xiqiu: "..."

No, let him shoot the enemy with a dragon with a crossbow?

In his perception, even Zhuge crossbows can only fire ten arrows at a time. Although the crossbows formed by gas do not need to be manually replenished arrows, they also require a charging process. The gap between two shootings is the best chance for the enemy to take action! More importantly, the enemy is not a fixed target. Not only can they run and hide, but they will also bully themselves and slap the crossbow with one slap!

He was unwilling to speak, but he was very honest in his actions. He just thought it was to try the power of a new weapon for his elder brother! If it weren't for the elder brother, if he had changed, the Gongxi Qiu Bird would not be able to bird the other party!

The collector of the Medicine is also a veteran who has experienced many battles and is very familiar with battlefield weapons. He was worried that Gong Xiqie's defense was too amazing, and he could not find the weakness of the siege in several rounds of head-on tests. Unexpectedly, this young man would be fooled by his accomplices. It was not a siege and hedge occasion, so he actually struggled to get on a crossbow.

A crossbow hit him alone?

What is the difference between this and throwing a stone cart and smashing mosquitoes?

However, the herb collector soon couldn't laugh.

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

This crossbow, which is the size of a Gong Xiqiu Dragon, does not fire ten arrows at a time, but sprays hundreds of dark green light balls from different angles at once, each light ball is more than one meter in diameter. It is not accurate to say that the light balls are covered with an extremely unstable violent aura. A little bit of imbalance will detonate the light balls, pull each other in an explosion, and block a space!
To be continued...