So Wei Xiu dragged the knife away with amazing momentum, slashing with a horizontal knife, but Lao Qi didn't try his edge at all, just kept wandering around Wei Xiu, as if waiting for Wei Xiu to be exhausted and then bully himself.

After a while, Wei Xiu took a few steps back, panting, staring at Lao Qi's expressionless face, and felt bitter in his heart. He is now stalling for time, waiting for Zhou Pojun's breakthrough.

Or you can only take the risk, re-enter the front hall, use your familiarity with the terrain and the advantage of the explorers, and break them down, or escape from the ancient tomb and kill this group of bastards.

In addition, he also had a gun on him, which was a QSW06 5.8mm whispering pistol that he had left on him during his trip to Japan. He used this pistol to intimidate a group of wealthy businessmen in Qinghe City, and now this gun is his last hole card.

Thinking of the pistol on his body, Wei Xiu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and at this moment, a gunshot suddenly sounded in the distance, and then a series of gunshots, accompanied by a series of gunshots, the scoop let out a scream of severe pain!

"Candle Dragon, what are you doing?!" the scoop roared hysterically, at this time he was almost beaten into a sieve, if it weren't for the tough physique that he had washed with the secret potion since he was a child, this kind of injury would probably not have the strength to roar in ordinary people.

The drastic change of the scoop head affects the whole body.

The mute roared angrily to resist Zhou Pojun's approaching attack, wanting to turn back to check the Scoop's injury, and wanted to question the candle dragon who killed the Scoop, but was entangled by Zhou Pojun.

At the moment when Lao Qi roared on the scoop, he couldn't help but turn his head to look, but at this moment, it killed him.

Wei Xiu, who has the advantage of being an explorer, can find almost all the flaws of the enemy, and all that remains is whether his physical strength can keep up.

The moment he suddenly saw Lao Qi turn his head, Wei Xiu's face turned red, his eyes were round with anger, and the Mo knife was raised horizontally, dragging the rolling waves of qi, and slashing away with a roar.

Lao Qi was shocked, looked back, and the awl came in time to block.

However, if Wei Xiu's blow was a fish gut sword or another weapon, even if it could break his block, it would be enough to buy him time to escape.

However, what he encountered was the founding weapon of the Tang Dynasty, the Anxi Army swept countless foreign countries, and influenced later generations for countless years!!

Where the long knife goes, what you see!

The hundred-for-one steel awl was knocked away, and the heavy Mo knife slashed into the soft flesh and blood, shattering the backbone, shattering the organs, and splashing blood, which was called a waist cut!!

Lao Qi was abandoned in the upper half of his height, until he fell heavily to the ground, he still did not die, but looked at the awl that fell into the distance with gloomy eyes.

When his master asked him to go to the yard to find a weapon, the thick rivets on the beam fell and almost killed him.

When the master roared at the craftsman's cutting corners, he picked up the rivet and said excitedly to the master: "That's it!"

So this became his personal weapon, and he only learned the two skills of "smashing" and "stabbing" all his life, but when he was dying, the most proud "stab" stunt in his life did not bloom as it should be.

After all, an inch is short and an inch is dangerous.

Wei Xiu gasped and wiped the blood off his face, his mouth was salty, which was the taste of Lao Qi's blood splashing into his mouth.

In the next moment, Wei Xiu's face changed drastically, the Mo knife was horizontal to his chest, and then his mouth was numb, the Mo knife was almost unable to hold it, and the whole person retreated in embarrassment.

A spark erupted from the heavy body of the Mo Knife, and a projectile sank into the darkness unabated, splashing a stone chip on the stone wall.

The next moment, the candle dragon who shot at Wei Xiu let out a muffled snort, his face was pale and he looked at the tongue kiss Qingzi in his chest, and his eyes trembled as he looked at the scoop lying on the ground panting heavily, like a dilapidated bellows.

"For ...... What?" Scoop asked, struggling.

The candle dragon knelt heavily on the ground, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and said with a mocking look on his face: "What do you say?" After speaking, he tilted his head and died, and the tongue-kissed Qingzi finally stopped trembling, because the position where it was placed, the heart, stopped trembling.

Scoop looked at his younger brother who was kneeling on the ground and died, and suddenly his face showed madness, as if he had returned to the light and laughed: "The location of the ancient tomb was leaked by you, right? That wave of tomb robbers was also pointed out by you, right? What sky lanterns, what Qimen Dunjia, these are all your ......?"

Speaking of this, the scoop suddenly raised its head to the sky and spat out a large mouthful of blood, and then stared at the beads of blood, and the mouth was full of angry blood...... Die.

Poof!

The mute gave up resistance and fell to his knees, his ugly face full of dead despair.

Zhou Pojun silently retracted his sword momentum and stood there quietly without saying a word, even bothering to deal with the two bloody wounds on his arms.

In Wei Xiu's field of vision, the three pink radiation sources gradually cooled down, and then finally reduced to the same color as the surrounding environment, dust to dust, and dust to dust.

With a pop, Wei Xiu sat down on the ground, holding Mo Dao and suddenly laughed, the laughter became louder and louder, and no one saw the two lines of tears on Wei Xiu's cheeks in the dark.

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but he hasn't reached the sad place.

After a long time, he said in a dumb voice: "Before killing me, can you allow me to bury my head first?"

"This is the cemetery, why should I be buried?" Zhou Pojun said in a deep voice.

The dumb man was dumbfounded, and he shook his head for a while and said, "What the swordsman said is reasonable, can you help me with one thing before killing me?"

"You say?"

"I have an old mother, and a sister who is seriously ill and bedridden, and I have a bank card on my body, and the password is my sister's birthday, can you please give this money to my sister?"

"Okay!" After speaking, Zhou Pojun's hand rose coldly.

"Wait!" A flash of light flickered in the darkness in the distance, but it was Wei Xiu's Mo knife that was dragged to the ground and rubbed out sparks.

Zhou Pojun looked at Wei Xiu and glanced at Lao Qi, who was beheaded not far away, and a touch of shock flashed in his eyes. He only pokes a bloody hole when he kills, and he ...... It's bloody!

"We're short of a porter. "Wei Xiudao.

"This is not the time for softness?"

Wei Xiu stared at Zhou Pojun's eyes and said, "Have you ever seen me soft?"

Zhou Pojun was silent, turned his head to look at the mute and said, "What's your name?" When the dumb man heard this, a little fire of hope suddenly ignited in his dead heart—dead people don't need names.

"Wang Qixing. ”

"Scoop head dug a copper tripod seven years ago, where is the copper tripod?"

Wang Qixing shook his head bitterly when he heard this, and said, "I don't know, three years ago, I robbed the tomb alone and ran into the scoop, and the scoop promised me a lot of money, so I joined." ”

"Who did you learn this hand-to-hand fighting ability from?"

"Groping for yourself...... I also fought with a group of inverted people and stole some teachers. ”

Zhou Pojun looked at Wang Qixing in surprise when he heard this, it is a genius to be able to learn this level of self-study!

"For Brother Wei's sake, I won't kill you. Zhou Pojun said lightly.

When Wang Qixing heard this, his eyes suddenly showed surprise, but a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. When Zhou Pojun asked him about the copper tripod, he thought that Zhou Pojun was temporarily letting him go for profit, but he didn't expect it to be not, so what does that sentence mean?

Wei Xiu looked at the appearance of blood flowing on Zhou Pojun's arm, took out a roll of gauze from the first-aid kit, and threw a bottle of alcohol over.

Zhou Pojun was not polite, and cleaned up the wound by himself. The wound was narrow and deep, and when Wei Xiu swept his eyes, he knew that it was the weapon of the scoop.

Wei Xiu walked over, pulled out the dagger that looked like a snake, and looked at the blade that was not stained with a trace of blood, and his pupils shrank slightly.

Good knives!!

"This is the tongue-kissing Qingzi, the personal weapon of the scoop. Wang Qixing said.

Wei Xiu nodded, and suddenly spoke: "Lai Ba and the skeleton were really crushed to death by that yin and yang eye?"

"No!" Wang Qixing shook his head, his face full of bitterness: "In order to escape for his life, Lai Ba killed the skeleton, and the skeleton fought back to the death and tripped Lai Ba, and then he was crushed to death." ”

"How did you escape?" was Zhou Pojun's question.