Wei Xiu watched as he flicked the blade of the knife with his fingers, and a dull sound sounded, but Wei Xiu's fingers were slightly stinged by the shock.

"Tang Liudian records that there are four kinds of Tang knives: ritual knives, barrier knives, horizontal knives, and Mo knives, and among these four knives, only Mo knives can be called peerless murder weapons, and only Mo knives open up territory!!" Wei Xiu held the handle of the knife and suddenly slashed at Zhou Pojun.

Zhou Pojun didn't move at all, because Wei Xiu was three meters away from him, and he couldn't hurt him at all.

However, when the sword wind blew on people's faces, there was a feeling of coldness coming to the body, and at that moment, Zhou Pojun almost couldn't help but take out the sword to protect himself!!

"Think about wearing a hundred-pound heavy armor, dragging this knife, and going down, blood and flesh are splashed, and people and horses are broken, what is it like?" Wei Xiu said excitedly, how can a man not love knives and guns?

Don't look at Wei Xiu's fish intestine sword, which can be called the head of the peerless murder weapon, but that fish intestine sword has a bit of snake hyacinth-like femininity, and only this kind of knife can arouse a man's belligerence and blood.

Zhou Pojun stood aside and watched the scene where Wei Xiu almost forgot to be in the tomb and gestured with a Mo knife, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, what a good mood. In other words, it should be the boldness of the artist!

Wei Xiu gestured in a circle, and suddenly held the handle of the knife with one hand, and the long handle with the other, and twisted it slightly, this Mo knife suddenly became two sections, a short stick, and a two-edged knife with a simple shape!

Wei Xiu took out the rope from behind and tied the two weapons, and suddenly said with a smile: "The Tang Dynasty did not allow Mo knives to be buried together, so now it is rare and authentic Mo knives, this knife is worth nearly 100 million yuan just as a cultural relic, and after more than 1,000 years, I am afraid that there will be a lot of rich people vying to buy it even if the price is over 100 million!!"

When Zhou Pojun heard this, he was stunned, and his eyes almost popped out.

Wei Xiu saw that Zhou Pojun had suffered a dark loss, and he was very happy in his heart, and walked out of the hall with a smile.

Along the way, Wei Xiu found that he didn't know anything about robbing tombs, and he had to ask Zhou Pojun everything, and he inevitably had some pimples in his heart.

Looking at the appearance of the light in the distance, Zhou Pojun suddenly smiled dumbly, shook his head, and chased after him.

Mo said that Zhou Pojun didn't understand the value of this knife, and even if he did, he wouldn't keep it, because he was a swordsman digging the mountains!

When the two of them pushed open a stone door again, the front was finally no longer a courtyard pavilion, but out of the front hall.

Zhou Pojun looked back at the small corner tower with the red wall behind him, and a complicated expression flashed in his eyes: "This is really not the front hall, but it is the front hall!"

Wei Xiu looked at the stone gate on the quaint steps in front of him in a daze, and turned his head in surprise when he heard Zhou Pojun's contradictory words.

Zhou Pojun said with a complicated expression: "This door is not the specification of the front hall, this is a small corner door that only servants walk, I guess this should be just the view of the corner of the tomb owner's mansion, but I don't know where it is placed in the front hall." ”

When Wei Xiu heard this, his heart suddenly moved, touched the Mo knife tied to his back with a rope, and said, "Maybe this tomb owner ...... Very personal?"

When Zhou Pojun heard this, his expression moved, he shook his head and smiled: "What a 'personality'!"

Wei Xiu smiled when he heard this, strode away, walked up the steps in the distance, and touched the stone door that should lead to the main hall with both palms.

Zhou Pojun also followed, Wei Xiu turned his head to look at Zhou Pojun, Zhou Pojun nodded, took a step forward with his right foot slightly, the pace was very small, and the posture looked natural, but if you look closely, Zhou Pojun's body is swooping, this is the starting style of drawing a sword.

"Squeak-" The bronze hinge squeaked overwhelmingly, and countless dust was stirred up between the stone doors, flying like elves in the spotlight.

With the influx of air, the ancient tomb that has been sealed for thousands of years is about to be revealed.

The next moment, Wei Xiu and Zhou Pojun were completely shocked.

Inside the stone gate is a long bluestone corridor, on both sides of the corridor neatly arranged a row of bronze lamps, at the moment when the stone door is pushed open, the bronze lamp from the side of the stone door snapped and spontaneously combusted without fire.

Then the whole corridor is like a modern smart light tube, one by one, and the bright lights keep advancing into the distance, as if the host is welcoming the arrival of guests!

Zhou Pojun's old face showed a deep look of surprise, even if he began to follow his master to rob the tomb when he was a toddler, he had never seen such a spectacle.

Wei Xiu's eyes were even more surprisingly bright, and countless data flashed in Wei Xiu's eyes, and Wei Xiu showed a sudden look for a while.

At this moment, a blood-red alarm suddenly covered all the previous data, Wei Xiu's face changed drastically, and he yelled: "Be careful!"

After speaking, he flew Zhou Pojun to the side, rolled down the steps with a pop, and threw him heavily on the ground.

At this moment, the place where Zhou Pojun was standing before exploded with stone powder, and then the deafening sound of gunfire exploded in his ears, and in this enclosed space, this gunfire was even comparable to thunder.

After knocking down Zhou Pojun, Wei Xiu immediately bounced up and ran wildly to the other side.

And Zhou Pojun also jumped up at this moment, and ran away along the stone wall at a strange angle like parkour.

It was only at this time that Zhou Pojun saw what was happening in the field, and then his pupils shrank.

I saw the scoop head standing at the door with a very embarrassed face, aiming at Zhou Pojun who was looming in the darkness with a gun, put down the pistol in a long time, and suddenly slipped out of his hand to kiss Qingzi, and pounced on Zhou Pojun with a bullet under his feet.

Before leaving, he dropped a sentence: "Be optimistic about Wei Xiu!"

Standing with him is the seventh child and the ugly man!

"Scoop, what are you doing here?" Zhou Pojun scolded.

"What are you doing? Of course it's killing you! You bastard, you dare to pit Lao Tzu!" the scoop roared with a dagger on his face.

Zhou Pojun glanced at the two people who were staring at Wei Xiu with a gloomy face, gritted his teeth and rushed towards the scoop, but in an instant, the two collided with each other, making a disgusting sound of metal piercing the eardrums.

Wei Xiu ran to the side, staring at the old seven and the ugly man who came together, and said with an ugly face: "What do you mean?"

Lao Qi stared at Wei Xiu with red eyes and said, "The skeleton and Lai Ba are dead, do you know it?" Oh, of course you don't know, because you didn't follow us all the way!"

The yin and yang weird old seven was full of nervousness, and when he said this, his face suddenly turned red and roared: "They were all killed by you, and they were all killed by you, and they were crushed into pulp alive, do you know?!"

Lao Qi roared, shook the stick in his hand, and rushed up and crackled is a strong attack.

At this moment, Wei Xiu suddenly pulled out a weird short sword, snapping and blocking continuously!

A series of metal collision sounds, but in the next second, there was a clang! The slinger stick in Lao Qi's hand was broken...... Broken ......!

Lao Qi took a few steps back in surprise and looked at the short sword in Wei Xiu's hand in disbelief.

"Digging Ridge Swordsman?" seemed to be tentative and affirmative, Lao Qi's face was no longer as crazy as before. And the ugly man, looking at Wei Xiu with an unchanged face, seemed to have known that Wei Xiu was not easy to deal with.

When Wei Xiu nailed a zongzi with a crossbow arrow, the ugly man knew that Wei Xiu was not ordinary, and he was definitely not a simple Mr. Jianbao, and this was the case at this time.

Wei Xiu stared at the appearance of the two besieging Lao Qi and the ugly man, and the fish intestine sword cut behind him, the rope was broken, and the Mo knife came out.

Seeing Wei Xiu's appearance of putting together a peerless murder weapon in the blink of an eye, Lao Qi and the ugly man's eyes were even more jealous. Lao Qi slowly took off the package, and pulled out a sharp iron vertebrae from his waist, this awl looked like an awl for chiseling masonry at a construction site, but it was more narrow and slightly flattened, and the tip of the cone exuded a cold glow that the darkness could not hide.

Speaking of which, the atmosphere in the arena at this time was really weird, and the dark stone room was only lit by a little light from the door that had just been pushed open by Wei Xiu. However, everyone in the field seemed to be completely unaffected by the darkness, especially when Zhou Pojun and the scoop crackled and heard a series of sounds like firecrackers, they knew that the two people were fighting in a heartbeat, and they were simply indistinguishable.

Wei Xiu spliced the Mo knife in his hand, and stared at the two people in front of him with a fierce look.

Don't look at Wei Xiu's use of the fish intestine sword for the longest time, and he is also the most familiar with the fish intestine sword. However, at this time, giving up the use of the fish intestine sword is also a last resort.

Using the fish intestine sword to bully people who don't know any martial arts is invincible, but it is very weak to deal with this group of practitioners.

Wei Xiu's explorers can completely crack these people's offensive moves, but this does not mean that Wei Xiu's physical fitness and fighting ability can keep up. The so-called one inch is short and one inch is dangerous, he doesn't have Zhou Pojun's amazing swordsmanship, and with the help of explorers, it is undoubtedly the best choice to use the wide-open Mo knife to deal with two people.

At this moment, a muffled snort suddenly came from the scoop in the distance, Lao Qi's face was ugly, and he glanced over, and said in a gloomy voice: "Dumb, you go to help the leader, I'll deal with him!"

It turns out that the nickname of the ugly man is mute, no wonder he is silent along the way and rarely speaks.

The dumb man hesitated slightly, turned over and pulled out his trekking pole and rushed towards Zhou Pojun, it was Zhou Pojun and the Scoop side that really decided the battlefield, if the Scoop lost, the two of them would definitely not be happy.

The name of the Digging Swordsman is not raised, the reputation of this king who walks in the darkness is poured out with blood and death.

At this moment, Wei Xiu suddenly roared, dragging the Mo knife and rushing over.

Lao Qi's eyebrows jumped, and he jumped away, Wei Xiu was too sharp at this time, so it was better to avoid it for the time being. And fighting with such a heavy weapon will either deceive and kill him, or consume his physical strength. The former is too dangerous, because Wei Xiu seems to be good at using short weapons, and he can't be easily close to him, so he will be killed by his short weapons.

Or is the latter more assured, Lao Qi doesn't believe that this kind of heavy weapon Wei Xiu can continue to play?