Tomb Raiders: Treasure Raiders

Chapter 416
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The sound of Gong Ming's footsteps was mostly absorbed by the soft carpet, but the soft footsteps reached Han Feng's ears like the sound of a mourning bell. Face to face.

Gong Ming put his left hands together, pointed at Han Feng with his middle finger, the cyan flying sword paused in the air, and cut towards Han Feng's neck like lightning.

Han Feng, who thought he was certain to die, tapped his left foot to the ground, raised the wind-spear gun with his right hand and threw it at Gong Ming. Gong Ming smiled mockingly, and a shimmering shield appeared in front of him.

When the blast gun was about to strike, a black fishing net flew out from the door to cover Gong Ming. When Gong Ming turned his head to look back in amazement, the fishing net covered Gong Ming's head, and the one-eyed old seven suddenly dragged him back. Pulling Gong Ming to the ground with a fishing net, he shouted hysterically, "Go!"

Gong Ming didn't take Qu Mowei and the others seriously at all, none of these people were masters, to be precise, none of them had practiced before, and when Gong Ming broke into the room, they were all panicked, Gong Ming Don't even bother to attack them.

Gong Ming's flying sword flew back quickly, as long as he had the flying sword protecting him, he would not be afraid of these people playing tricks.Han Feng, who narrowly escaped from the dead, held the wind-split gun with both hands and jumped forward. The wind-split gun hit the tail of Feijian heavily, and Feijian rushed up to the ceiling of the corridor.

At this moment, Qu Mowei rushed out of the room, the dagger flashed coldly and plunged into Gong Ming's throat, blood gushed out from the wound, and Qu Mowei's dagger fell down again.

"Crack! Crash!" Lao Xiao, who rushed out following Qu Mowei, picked up his chair and smashed it on Gong Ming's head. The chair was broken, and a deep wound was opened between Gong Ming's eyebrows.

The flying sword that was out of control fell to the ground weakly, Qu Mowei's eyes flashed fiercely, and he stabbed a dagger into Gong Ming's chest, Gong Ming was already dead and couldn't die anymore.

Everyone raised their heads and looked at each other. No one could believe that these ordinary people had killed a master of Taoism. Xie Yu walked out of the room and couldn't help retching when he saw Gong Ming's bloody and terrifying corpse.

With lingering fear, Han Feng patted Qu Mowei on the head and said, "You guys did a great job, very good, far beyond my expectations."

Qu Mowei killed someone for the first time today. Although his arms were trembling, he helped Han Feng kill a master. The glory made Qu Mowei flushed with excitement.

Qu Mowei patted the one-eyed old seventh on the head behind him and said: "You have done a good job, very good, far exceeded the expectations of me and the boss, and have lived up to my trust in you."

One-eyed Seventh's fishing net fell from the sky, not to mention that the dead Gong Ming did not expect it, even Han Feng and the others did not expect One-eyed Seventh to have such a unique skill.

(End of this chapter)