Chapter 996

Standing in the distance, Wang erhu shivered as he watched those accountants and appraisers count the spoils.

He rubbed his arms and felt a little cold.

What should I do?

How can I bring the red blood sword?

He kept asking himself.

But Wang erhu didn't know that Chen Hao, the impatient Jianling, couldn't wait any longer.

"Erhu, what's the matter? I think you've been weird lately!"

"Yes? No!"

"Really not? Look at you. The dark circles under your eyes are obvious. Haven't you slept well lately?"

Knowing that a magic sword is mixed with those booties, as long as you get it, you can dominate the southern region. If he can sleep well, it's strange!

"Really not, just a little insomnia recently!" Wang erhu waved his hand and said, "OK, I'll go pee!"

"Be careful, don't go far. I heard that monsters occasionally appear in this mountain forest!"

"No problem, what strength do I have, you don't know?" Wang erhu said with a smile.

Wang erhu was in a stable mood when he left the camp!

Because he knew that the red blood sword also had a hiding ability. Ordinary people could never see through the disguise of the red blood sword, even if it was an appraiser.

In other words, in this world, only Wang erhu knows the existence of red blood sword?

This is one of the reasons why he waited patiently and didn't start.

Because now, if he directly steals the red blood sword, it is absolutely ten dead and lifeless.

And if he waits patiently and waits for the red blood sword to be distributed or resold to the merchant, he can easily take it back and pay only a little money

"Calm down!"

"Calm down!"

"The Red Blood Sword must be mine!"

Wang erhu warned himself like this.

Walking, Wang erhu found that he had reached the depths of the dense forest.

Looking back, I couldn't see their camp.

He didn't think much. He came to a rather strong tree and pulled open his belt. He was trying to hush, but suddenly his feet moved.

Stepped on something!

Wang erhu secretly shouted bad. His hand reached to his waist. As soon as he touched the handle of the sword, he felt a pain in the back of his right foot and looked down. There was nothing on his right foot!

The problem is that he can't feel his feet anymore.

too bad!

He lowered his head and tore open his pants, but found that the whole right leg was gray black.

"Help!"

As soon as Wang erhu shouted for help, he fell to the ground.

Every time after how long, the three congenital warriors rushed to the site of the incident.

A congenital warrior glanced at Wang erhu's body: "Lao Meng, you people of the heaven stealing regiment seem to have been bitten by poisonous snakes and monsters, which is a little difficult to save."

Meng Feng, the boss of the heaven stealing group, glanced at Wang erhu with a gray face and whispered, "it should be hopeless!"

"No, boss, I'm still saved!"

Wang erhu suddenly opened his eyes and hugged Meng Feng's calf.

Meng Feng certainly knows that Wang erhu can be saved. There are so many panacea in the world. Even if he has just died, he may be saved.

Wang erhu's face is gray now. The poison gas is obviously attacking his heart. If he wants to save it, he must spend a precious antidote!

Meng Feng doesn't want to waste.

Qihaijing's subordinates can be recruited casually.

But the precious antidote pill can't be bought casually.

Meng Feng said expressionless, "no, you're hopeless. The poison gas attacks the heart. At least I can't save you!"

"I can't die! I can't die!" Wang erhu spoke feebly. At the moment, he was extremely weak. He thought of the Red Blood Sword close at hand. His heart was full of reluctance. It was clear that he was one step away, one step away, and he could dominate the southern region, but now he was dying!

"Boss Meng, hurry... Save me... As long as... As long as you save my life... I will... Tell you..."

"Tell me what?" Meng Feng lowered his head in some doubt.

Unfortunately, Wang erhu has reached the limit!

His head hung down feebly.

"Shit, just say half of it!" Meng Feng kicked Wang erhu's body with great dissatisfaction, "this is waste!"

The other two leaders did not speak, but just smiled.

Meng Feng didn't continue to vent his emotions on the body. He said to the other two people, "this poisonous snake monster is very toxic. Let's look for it separately, and we'd better deal with it!"

"Yes!"

Before long, when Wang erhu of the heaven stealing group was hissing, it was widely spread that he was bitten to death by a red Ryukyu poisonous snake in the Zhenyuan territory!

Everyone thinks that Wang erhu is a bad luck!

As for the red Ryukyu poisonous snake, Meng Feng, the leader of the heaven stealing group, killed it. It is said that the snake's body was stewed into soup.

"Ding ~ congratulations to the host, the 40th sword owner Wang erhu died!"

"Congratulations! Congratulations!"

The red blood sword was quickly picked up by an appraiser.

"Ding ~ whether to bind Le Gang as the 41st sword owner of red blood sword?"

"No!"

Chen Hao refused without hesitation.

Recognizing Wang erhu as the owner of the sword was what Chen Hao thought at that time. After Wang erhu grabbed it, the Red Blood Sword belonged to him. As a result... Wang erhu died!

In fact, the appraiser is somewhat similar to Wang erhu's situation. She didn't think of using the red blood sword, and now the red blood sword is the common property of the three bandit groups. Even if the appraiser is recognized as the owner of the sword, he, like Wang erhu, can't use it.

Le Gang, the appraiser, said, "a top-level Xuanqi, no spirit!"

With that, he threw the red blood sword into other weapons.

In this battle, the three bandit groups captured a lot of weapons, and the vast majority of weapons have some gaps!

"Top Xuanqi? Boss, can you give me that sword?" The Zhenyuan realm master who had noticed the Red Blood Sword earlier asked the master of the sacred wind thief, "just in time, my weapons should also be changed!"

With that, the master of Zhenyuan realm pulled out his long sword.

The master of sacred wind robber saw that there were many gaps on the blade of the long sword.

Hou Liang, the leader of the sacred wind thief, said to the other two leaders, "my subordinates want that sword, and just put it on our account of the sacred wind thief!"

The other two leaders nodded without objection.

A top-level mysterious weapon is precious, but it can be deducted from the spoils of the sacred wind thief.

As long as it's not a spirit tool, people with innate martial arts won't care.

"Jing Yong, go get it!"

"Thank you, boss!"

Jing Yong bypassed the appraiser, came to the weapon stacking place, and then picked up the red blood sword.

"Ding... Whether to bind Jing Yong as the 41st sword owner of the red blood sword?"

"Bind!"

Chen Hao did not hesitate this time.

Jing Yong is already the owner of this sword.

"Congratulations to the host for binding the 41st sword master!"

Chen Hao glanced at Jing Yong. He was tall, with short hair and long beard. His beard was a little messy, like a wild man. His mid-term strength in Zhenyuan territory was... Pretty good!