Super Village Doctor

Although Xu Gang's image is miserable, he is more brave and excited in the Vietnam War. To outsiders, he seems to have the potential of masochism. Only the old man who is fighting against him knows that Xu Gang's control over his own strength is becoming more and more powerful, and his combat skills and tactics are becoming more and more proficient and handy. In the beginning of the battle, he was completely passive and forced to defend, but now he turned to comprehensive defense, and even occasionally he would fight back a few moves, or throw a flying sword, or throw a purple fire.

For purple fire, the old man is quite afraid. He thinks it's very similar to the legendary Nanming Lihuo, but how can such a low-level interface have such a high-level fire? So I'm not sure.

But as long as Xu Gang uses fire, he will avoid it ahead of time. Therefore, he did not dare to take it lightly. But even so, white beard and white hair were still burned to dozens of roots.

"Son of a bitch, don't use fire."

"Old white hair, you've taken off your skin."

"Little bastard, I'm annoyed. I'd rather destroy some magic weapons than kill you."

"Ha ha, you want to blow your own magic weapon? Then try and see if it works. " Xu Gang challenged.

"Little bastard, I'm so angry." The old man was very angry. He pulled it with one hand and put out a red sword in his hand. This is a sword used by secular warriors, not a flying sword used by monks. Although it looks broad and thick, the lines are extremely smooth.

"Tai'a, this sword is said to be made by Ou Yezi, the ancient master of sword casting on your earth. It's a top-quality sword. Since I got it, I love it like a treasure and never use it easily. You should be proud to die under this sword. "

The fourth of the ten famous swords of dragon, tai'a?

Xu Gang couldn't help looking stunned. Are these famous swords really as powerful as the legend? They are worth a monk's collection. Is there anything else?

Xu Gang never thought that there would be anything special about the ten famous swords in the legend. So it seems that the people who made the immortal sword are not as simple as ordinary people. Xu Gang's eyes narrowed slightly, casting a dangerous light. Between the waves, in front of and behind the body, thousands of fine needles of cattle hair made of the best metal emerge, half golden red, half dark brown, half hot as fire, half cold as ice, forming two clusters like Pisces and Pisces, slowly turning.

When the old man saw that XCMG had released so many needle shaped magic weapons between waving hands, he could not help sweating on his forehead because each of them was not inferior to the quality of Jinjing flying sword.

What kind of monster can control so many magic needles at the same time? Is his mind so powerful?

The old man asked himself that if he tried his best, he could control thousands of small magic weapons, but he could not control thousands of magic weapons at the same time as Xu Gang. Even if it's a light and small flying needle instrument, it won't work.

The old man did not know that Xu Gang's flying needle weapon was small, but it was not light. Each one is made of the best metal essence with high density. The weight of a small needle is definitely more than that of many friars' flying swords. Although the weight of the speaker can even be ignored for the owner after it is trained to recognize the master. However, it is not true that there is no magic weapon. The heavier the magic weapon, the more difficult it is to control. Therefore, many large magic weapons are held in hand. Even if they are sacrificed to attack, they are not as flexible as flying

swords.

Moreover, the greater the weight of the weapon, the faster the speed, and the stronger the attack. This is the same as the principle of impulse.

In fact, many of the principles in the world are interlinked.

The dense fine needle of ox hair makes people feel numb. The old man is no exception. He hastily sacrificed three defensive shields, but he still felt uneasy. He blessed himself with several protective talismans. Then he looked at Xu Gang with pride.

As soon as Xu Gang smiles and waves his hand, he sees that 3000 Niu capillary needles gather together and merge together to form a long stick with half golden red and half black brown.

"Old Baimao, what are you doing? I'm just taking out a stick. Are you nervous like that? " Xu Gang said with a smile: "come on, my water fire Taiji stick is powerful."

The old man looked at Xu Gang's perfect long stick, and his face was convulsed uncontrollably.

"My Xuan Jia Fu..." The old man roared bitterly, then his eyes almost burst out fire to stare at Xu Gang. As soon as he shook hands, tai'a rushed up. He is really not even in the mood to speak.

This guy is too tricky. You said you got so many flying needles that you thought you were going to attack. I'm fuckin 'ready. You fuckin' fused a stick with a flying needle. Can you fuckin '

The old man's mood at that time must have been extremely depressed and angry. It must have been a lot of dirty words.

Xu Gang laughed and said, "come on, eat me first."

The stick cleaved Huashan and hit it with his head.

"Little bastard, if I don't kill you today, I swear not to be a human being." The old tai'a cuts up and goes straight to Xu Gang's long stick.

"Clank" a sound of metal friction rings out, splashing large sparks. Tai'a deserves to be a famous sword. It's harmless against Xu Gang's stick.Xu Gang's stick was also undamaged.

They are just like iron, jingling together. Xu Gang used the Shaolin stick, but the old man used the unknown sword technique.

Xu Gang's stick is much heavier than the old man's tai'a sword, and it is longer than the old man's sword. His strength has an advantage. After a fight, Xu Gang has a little advantage.

As soon as the old man saw that he was in a big hurry, he suddenly opened his mouth and spurted a black flying sword. He vomited it out and went straight to Xu Gang's forehead to stab it.

This sneak attack was so sudden that it caught Xu Gang off guard. It's too late for Xu Gang to hide. He can only use his head to catch the old man's sword.

Rao is Xu Gang's strong body, but also fused with Jiubao silk clothing. His forehead is still cut, and his bones are a little broken. Severe pain, let Xu Gang almost did not faint. But the concussion caused by the impact of flying sword on the head, that kind of feeling, really unbearable.

When the dizziness came, Xu Gang lost control of his body. He flew over 100 meters and fell heavily on the ground. The long stick in his hand fell off and turned into 3000 cattle hair flying needles again.

Xu Gang struggles to sit up and stares at the old man's black flying sword, which is hovering in front of him with a breath of death.

"It's really disappointing that you used a concealed weapon to sneak attack, and that you learned how to sneak attack." Xu Gang wanted to stand up, but he tried twice without success.

Xu Gang was injured by the other side's sword, and the shock was unimaginable. It was difficult for him to adapt and recover for some time. Even if Xu Gang is strong, it will still take a few minutes. Such a long time is enough for the other party to do whatever they want.

In fact, there are many ways to deal with Xu Gang. The friars around were so quiet that they didn't even dare to breathe. The six elders of Weiyang palace who were accepted by Xu Gang were even more pale and desperate.