The sharp Tibetan knife was inserted into Li Qingyun's chest. He had nowhere to hide. The cold air of the Snow Dragon had sealed all his blood vessels and muscles. Only his heart was still beating, and only his brain was still thinking. He had nothing to do.

The remaining strength to resist.

Before his body could repair itself, Wushuang had already reached into his chest and accurately touched his beating heart.

"Ah!!!!" He wailed painfully under the severe pain, but this did not make Wushuang feel pity at all. The devil would not show mercy.

Wushuang grabbed a bloody object between his index and middle fingers, pulled it out hard and threw it to the ground. It was not Li Qingyun's heart. It looked like a four to five centimeter earthworm, but the little guy's face was so lifelike that it actually gave birth to a human heart.

facial features.

"Did you see it? This is the devil! This devil is the source of our immortality." Wushuang stepped hard on the little bug, and then crushed him into pulp.

"You...you..." Li Qingyun's body was extremely weak, and the heartbreaking pain made it impossible for him to speak a complete sentence.

His life and death have no meaning to Wushuang. An old man over 300 years old, without the virus cursed by Nurhaci, how much life does he have left? One day? One hour? Or one minute...

?It does not matter!

He left without looking back, leaving the rest to Nalanhong to deal with. All the things he had to do were done. He was still a patient, a special patient, and needed to return to Changbai Mountain to recuperate.

"Have you done what I asked you to do?" Wushuang asked Nalanhong as he passed the temple gate.

"Don't worry, I have conveyed your intention to him. The last treasure will not fall into Li Doutian's hands. I believe that a fierce battle is going on in the Biluo Snow Mountain at this moment."

Nalanhong's calculation was very accurate. At this time, on the other side of Yuntai Mountain, on the east bank of the Nu River in Yunnan, there were two groups of people fighting each other on the mountain and at the foot of the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, Ma Yundong led his three brothers and Wang Fuhai's old subordinates who had been lurking nearby to block Li Jialuo. The two sides faced off with gunfire and bullets for several hours, causing casualties on each other. The Ma family just blocked dozens of them at the foot of the mountain.

Reinforce the big brother on the mountain in time.

On the Biluo Snow Mountain, a large group of mysterious people from West Asia armed with Arabian scimitars and covered with dough surrounded Li Junting and his men who had just stolen the treasure from the ancient tomb.

"Who are you?" Li Junting has much more experience in the world than Li Jialuo.

This group of masked men did not reply. Most of them came to China for the first time and could not understand Chinese. Their only purpose was to take away the treasure in Li Junting's hands.

"Brothers, if you are Tu Cai, let's talk about a price. We are all Jianghu people, so there is no need to be secretive." Although the other party does not have a numerical advantage, this is not a place for fighting, so we should give away the treasure first.

Returning to the hands of the Zhejiang master is the best way, and it is worth spending some money on the road. Li Junting is very smart.

There was still no reply from this group of people. Their eyes were all fixed on the golden silk treasure box in Li Junting's hand, and their meaning was already clear.

There was a loud bang, and the leading Arab man fired into the sky, then pointed at the treasure in Li Junting's hand and raised his fingers.

"Brothers, I, Li Junting, will give you whatever you want, but I must never hand over what I have in my hands! Brothers! Take out the guys and fight them!" After all, he brought hundreds of troops this time,

If he wants to fight fiercely, he won't lose to the opponent.

But before the two sides exchanged fire, just as the group was at war with each other, a shining silver dagger suddenly flew out from the bushes. The dagger had almost no arc and was inserted straight into Li Junting's chest. Puff!

…

Li Junting stood motionless, as if he was petrified. The dagger was inserted into his heart accurately, and the handle of the dagger was exposed outside. All the thieves of the Nanmai Gold Touching Sect recognized this iconic dagger. It was a

A scorpion head.

Li Junting's skin began to seep out blood bit by bit, and the blood turned out to be smelly. As more and more blood seeped out, his whole body became sluggish.

The familiar figure of a thin man emerged from behind the crowd. He was surrounded by his face, shirtless, and the eye-catching venomous scorpion behind his back was terrifying. DS stepped forward, held the front handle of the dagger, and kicked Li Junting's mummy

He fell to the ground and was poisoned by his poisonous scorpion. No one in the world could survive.

He took the treasure from Li Junting's hand and smiled coldly.

"Senior...brother...what do you...mean?" One of the bold men with some status in the gang asked DS.

"I have accepted this treasure. I will tell the master when I go back and thank him for his cultivation over the years. Our relationship between master and disciple is over. I am going back to the Western Regions. Remember to notify me when the dividends are distributed. Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't inform me. You guys

Without the fragments of the broken picture in my hand, I can’t open the treasure of King Chuang! Haha..."

The two sharp daggers in DS's hand are synonymous with death. Although these more than a hundred people have excellent firepower and have a numerical advantage, no one dares to contradict DS so far. They know this senior brother too well.

, DS is ruthless and ruthless, and will never leave anyone alive if he takes action. He is the god of death in the desert, and he is the overlord of the Central Asian deserts. Li Doutian had been wary of this guy for a long time, but he never expected that DS would rebel so quickly.

"&…………&%…………*&……%…" A West Asian subordinate walked up to him and spoke a string of Arabic, probably asking him how to deal with this group of people.

"After all, Li Doutian and I have a master-disciple relationship, let's let them go." He waved his hand, and the group of West Asian killers followed him and quickly disappeared into the Biluo Snow Mountain.

After they left, the former junior brothers did not dare to move for a long time. Li Junting's body shrank little by little, and finally only a piece of dead human skin was left on the ground. DS brought the aura of death to everyone. His dominance was not only

Confined to the desert.

DS had already made preparations. He had contacted the ship a few days ago. As soon as he got the treasure, he immediately took a boat to cross the Nu River overnight, and then headed north from outside the country back to the Central Asian Desert. He had to get away as soon as possible. On both sides of the Nu River, DS

There were too many forces, and the one who threatened him the most was Nalanhong. He didn't know if Nalanhong would go back on his word and bite him back.

Lens replay...

A few days ago, in the inn in the oasis in the Bagan Jilin Desert, Nalanhong sat at the table and drank tea leisurely while negotiating with DS. As he spoke, he put his hand into DS's pocket, and then said meaningfully

Patted him on the shoulder. The sharp Tibetan knife was inserted into Li Qingyun's chest. He had nowhere to hide. The cold air of the Snow Dragon had sealed off all his blood vessels and muscles. Only his heart was still beating, and only his brain was still beating.

Still thinking, he didn't have any strength left to resist.

Before his body could repair itself, Wushuang had already reached into his chest and accurately touched his beating heart.

"Ah!!!!" He wailed painfully under the severe pain, but this did not make Wushuang feel pity at all. The devil would not show mercy.

Wushuang grabbed a bloody object between his index and middle fingers, pulled it out hard and threw it to the ground. It was not Li Qingyun's heart. It looked like a four to five centimeter earthworm, but the little guy's face was so lifelike that it actually gave birth to a human heart.

facial features.

"Did you see it? This is the devil! This devil is the source of our immortality." Wushuang stepped hard on the little bug, and then crushed him into pulp.

"You...you..." Li Qingyun's body was extremely weak, and the heartbreaking pain made it impossible for him to speak a complete sentence.

His life and death have no meaning to Wushuang. An old man over 300 years old, without the virus cursed by Nurhaci, how much life does he have left? One day? One hour? Or one minute...

?It does not matter!

He left without looking back, leaving the rest to Nalanhong to deal with. All the things he had to do were done. He was still a patient, a special patient, and needed to return to Changbai Mountain to recuperate.

"Have you done what I asked you to do?" Wushuang asked Nalanhong as he passed the temple gate.

"Don't worry, I have conveyed your intention to him. The last treasure will not fall into Li Doutian's hands. I believe that a fierce battle is going on in the Biluo Snow Mountain at this moment."

Nalanhong's calculation was very accurate. At this time, on the other side of Yuntai Mountain, on the east bank of the Nu River in Yunnan, there were two groups of people fighting each other on the mountain and at the foot of the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, Ma Yundong led his three brothers and Wang Fuhai's old subordinates who had been lurking nearby to block Li Jialuo. The two sides faced off with gunfire and bullets for several hours, causing casualties on each other. The Ma family just blocked dozens of them at the foot of the mountain.

Reinforce the big brother on the mountain in time.

On the Biluo Snow Mountain, a large group of mysterious people from West Asia armed with Arabian scimitars and covered with dough surrounded Li Junting and his men who had just stolen the treasure from the ancient tomb.

"Who are you?" Li Junting has much more experience in the world than Li Jialuo.

This group of masked men did not reply. Most of them came to China for the first time and could not understand Chinese. Their only purpose was to take away the treasure in Li Junting's hands.

"Brothers, if you are Tu Cai, let's talk about a price. We are all Jianghu people, so there is no need to be secretive." Although the other party does not have a numerical advantage, this is not a place for fighting, so we should give away the treasure first.

Returning to the hands of the Zhejiang master is the best way, and it is worth spending some money on the road. Li Junting is very smart.

There was still no reply from this group of people. Their eyes were all fixed on the golden silk treasure box in Li Junting's hand, and their meaning was already clear.

There was a loud bang, and the leading Arab man fired into the sky, then pointed at the treasure in Li Junting's hand and raised his fingers.

"Brothers, I, Li Junting, will give you whatever you want, but I must never hand over what I have in my hands! Brothers! Take out the guys and fight them!" After all, he brought hundreds of troops this time,

If he wants to fight fiercely, he won't lose to the opponent.

But before the two sides exchanged fire, just as the group was at war with each other, a shining silver dagger suddenly flew out from the bushes. The dagger had almost no arc and was inserted straight into Li Junting's chest. Puff!

…

Li Junting stood motionless, as if he was petrified. The dagger was inserted into his heart accurately, and the handle of the dagger was exposed outside. All the thieves of the Nanmai Gold Touching Sect recognized this iconic dagger. It was a

A scorpion head.

Li Junting's skin began to seep out blood bit by bit, and the blood turned out to be smelly. As more and more blood seeped out, his whole body became sluggish.

The familiar figure of a thin man emerged from behind the crowd. He was surrounded by his face, shirtless, and the eye-catching venomous scorpion behind his back was terrifying. DS stepped forward, held the front handle of the dagger, and kicked Li Junting's mummy

He fell to the ground and was poisoned by his poisonous scorpion. No one in the world could survive.

He took the treasure from Li Junting's hand and smiled coldly.

"Senior...brother...what do you...mean?" One of the bold men with some status in the gang asked DS.

"I have accepted this treasure. I will tell the master when I go back and thank him for his cultivation over the years. Our relationship between master and disciple is over. I am going back to the Western Regions. Remember to notify me when the dividends are distributed. Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't inform me. You guys

Without the fragments of the broken picture in my hand, I can’t open the treasure of King Chuang! Haha..."

The two sharp daggers in DS's hand are synonymous with death. Although these more than a hundred people have excellent firepower and have a numerical advantage, no one dares to contradict DS so far. They know this senior brother too well.

, DS is ruthless and ruthless, and will never leave anyone alive if he takes action. He is the god of death in the desert, and he is the overlord of the Central Asian deserts. Li Doutian had been wary of this guy for a long time, but he never expected that DS would rebel so quickly.

"&…………&%…………*&……%…" A West Asian subordinate walked up to him and spoke a string of Arabic, probably asking him how to deal with this group of people.

"After all, Li Doutian and I have a master-disciple relationship, let's let them go." He waved his hand, and the group of West Asian killers followed him and quickly disappeared into the Biluo Snow Mountain.

After they left, the former junior brothers did not dare to move for a long time. Li Junting's body shrank little by little, and finally only a piece of dead human skin was left on the ground. DS brought the aura of death to everyone. His dominance was not only

Confined to the desert.

DS had already made preparations. He had contacted the ship a few days ago. As soon as he got the treasure, he immediately took a boat to cross the Nu River overnight, and then headed north from outside the country back to the Central Asian Desert. He had to get away as soon as possible. On both sides of the Nu River, DS

There were too many forces, and the one who threatened him the most was Nalanhong. He didn't know if Nalanhong would go back on his word and bite him back.

Lens replay...

A few days ago, in the inn in the oasis in the Bagan Jilin Desert, Nalanhong sat at the table and drank tea leisurely while negotiating with DS. As he spoke, he put his hand into DS's pocket, and then said meaningfully
Chapter completed!