Tomb Robbers: Begin by selling Shirley Yang’s fake antiques

A fist-sized hole appeared in King Lu Shang's body, and thick black liquid flowed out.

Han Xiaoliu put away the modified Lupara hand cannon and drew out the black knife. At the same time, he held the shotgun in his right hand again and ran towards King Lu Shang.

"Let's try close combat with you!"

King Lu Shang's speed is very fast, and his power is equally astonishing.

Han Xiaoliu's speed is fast enough, and his power is definitely not small. He can dodge the attack, lift his hand with his backhand, and then slash hard!

"when~~"

The black knife and King Lu Shang's right hand collided hard, making a metallic collision sound.

The powerful force made Han Xiaoliu almost lose the black knife in his hand.

However, King Lu Shang also showed his wounds again.

Han Xiaoliu bent his right arm to raise the gun, and the dark muzzle of the gun was directly pressed against the wound!

"Bang bang bang!"

Three consecutive shots, black liquid spurted out, and King Lu Shang was blown to the ground. Han Xiaoliu could feel that it was no longer as tyrannical as it was at the beginning.

"If you let me be arrogant again, I will kill you!"

The spray gun in Han Xiaoliu's hand kept firing, and he reloaded after five shots. The flames at the muzzle never stopped, and the barrel was a little red. King Lu Shang was roaring and feeling very painful..

Zhang Qiling was a little dumbfounded. He knew that the thing in front of him was an extremely old rice dumpling, and it was difficult for a hot weapon to be effective. However, Han Xiaoliu in front of him borrowed a little of his own blood to complete the armor break, and then blasted at the wound. Random bombing.

This kind of operation absolutely does not exist in Zhang Qiling's consciousness.

Look at Han Xiaoliu's equipment. In addition to knives, there are two guns. No, three guns including the M1911 used to shoot the fat man. There are also straps on his legs. He is armed with two short knives and three grenades on his waist.......Zhang Qiling also wants it a little bit.

I looked at the sword in my hand again, and instantly felt that it didn’t smell good anymore.

"Roar~~~"

"What’s the ghost’s name? Today I will give you relief!"

"Bang~"

After firing five shots from the shotgun, Han Xiaoliu pulled out a grenade from his waist with his left hand and raised his right hand to resist King Lu Shang's slap.

But Han Xiaoliu still underestimated King Lu Shang's attack. The force was slapped to the ground. Not only was his right arm injured, but the blood in his body was also surged.

King Lu Shang raised his foot and was about to step on him. Han Xiaoliu didn't care and rolled around in a hurry to avoid the attack.

Zhang Qiling He raised his sword to attack again, grabbed King Lu Shang's arms and yelled:

"quick! I can't hold on long"

"Here we go, send him on his way!"

Ignoring what the black liquid flowing from King Lu Shang's wound was, Han Xiaoliu endured his nausea and inserted the grenade into the wound, kicked the rice dumpling away, and then quickly retreated and lay down.

"Brother, get down!"

"boom~~"

Strong fortresses often crumble from within.

The high-explosive grenade exploded in King Lu Shang's body. Regardless of the thousand-year-old super rice dumpling, it directly blew King Lu Shang into two pieces and caused the entire tomb to shake a few times.

"Pooh!"

Han Xiaoliu stood up and spat out a mouthful of blood foam. He took out the spray gun again and loaded it before approaching King Lu Shang carefully.

"Brother, can this thing get up again?"

"Probably not......Bar"

"in case! Give him a few more shots!"

Han Xiaoliu endured the pain and took out Lupara again, pointed it at his head and shot a second bullet with Qilin's blood.

This time, King Lu Shang's head was directly shattered by the powerful force of the bullet, and even the floor was shot out. A pothole as big as a punch

"Huh, this is decent! Thank you very much. Your unicorn blood is really good. I envy you. Here, this is for you."

Han Xiaoliu confirmed that King Lu Shang was completely dead, because the task bar showed that the task was completed!

Zhang Qiling took a small porcelain bottle thrown by Han Xiaoliu. There was no smell after opening it, but he still took the pills inside without hesitation. Eat it.

But after he finished eating, he had a strong idea: he wanted to take another one.

Because Zhang Qiling found that his body, which was weak due to excessive blood loss, had actually recovered by 60 to 70%! If he wanted to recover naturally This state will take at least ten days.

Han Xiaoliu also took one himself. After feeling that his arm was fine, he saw Zhang Qiling's"hungry" eyes and subconsciously said:"No!"

Han Xiaoliu put away the spray gun and hand cannon with hot barrels, and then jumped onto the stage.

"If you were to face this yourself, you would have to pay a high price to complete a single kill with your current equipment. Kirin’s precious blood, I’m so envious."

Han Xiaoliu and Zhang Qiling were both envious of what the other had in their hearts.

The fat man had actually woken up a long time ago and had been killed over there, but he clearly saw the whole process of Zongzi being killed.

"Liuzi, oh no, Liuye, I cannot thank you enough for your kindness."

The fat man no longer calls Han Xiaoliu Liuzi. The way Han Xiaoliu killed Zongzi just now was too brutal.

"Kindness without saying thanks? Fatty, you have a big face. If it weren't for you, this thing would still be sleeping! My little brother and I helped to cause the trouble you caused. Why, you just want to fool me without saying thank you?"

The fat man came up quickly to smooth things over.

"Hey, Mr. Liu, whatever you say is what it is."

"Are you here to rob the tomb? Leave now. I can shoot you, the tomb robber, directly under the tomb without even making a report."

The fat man also has a big face. Most people will most likely retreat when they are told this, but the fat man is thick-skinned and still moves forward with a playful smile.

"No, Mr. Liu, I swear, I will never take anything from the tomb, otherwise you will kill me, I just want to see it for a long time."

Han Xiaoliu shook his head and looked at Zhang Qiling

"Come on, there are still a lot of freshly baked rice dumplings in this underground palace!"

Zhang Qiling walked to the sarcophagus, grabbed something, and put it directly into his bag. After that, he kept staring at Han Xiaoliu, which made him feel a little scared.

"Thank you, the medicine is very good"

"You lend me your precious blood, and I give you medicine to treat your injuries. It's even, but the medicine is not easy to prepare, so I only have this bottle left. Come to Panjiayuan to see me when you have time."

The two of them walked quickly side by side, and no one paid attention to the fat man.

Han Xiaoliu was completely addicted just now, and everyone knows the pleasure of continuously attacking the target with a spray.