Alexander, the butcher who was gaining the upper hand, raised his eyebrows when he heard Dongfang Ren's words.
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As soon as this thought came to his mind, he heard Lin Xiaotian loudly say: "The butcher's knife skills are strange and novel, and I was just happy to see him for a while."
Butcher Alexander's heart was beating wildly.
In such a fierce battle, Lin Xiaotian could still exhale and make a sound, which was enough to prove that he still had some strength left.
"Butcher beware" Lin Xiaotian shouted softly, and the attack method of the military thorn in his hand suddenly changed, stabbing the butcher's right rib from a strange angle from below, which was exactly the same as the scimitar move used by the butcher Alexander before.
But Lin Xiaotian's attack speed is faster.
The sudden change of rhythm made Alexander the Butcher's eyes suddenly bloodshot.
He shouted loudly, and the muscles on his body swelled rapidly, sealing Lin Xiaotian's spurs with great difficulty.
It's just that Lin Xiaotian's attack power is stronger than him. squeak The friction between the spur and the short blade made a harsh noise, and then stabbed into the right rib of Alexander the Butcher with a pop, smashing his liver into pieces.
Lin Xiaotian let go of his hand, leaving the general thorn in Alexander the Butcher's body.
Butcher Alexander's huge body slowly collapsed to the ground, and he grinned bitterly: "One move, you can kill me with one move."
Lin Xiaotian remained silent.
Jiang Jing, a martial artist outside the pass, has been frightened by Lin Xiaotian's fighting power, which is like a god of war.
He didn't understand how Alexander the Butcher, who originally had the upper hand, was knocked down by Lin Xiaotian with just one move.
Lin Xiaotian turned to look at Jiang Jing, the martial artist outside the pass, and said in a deep voice: "Hand over the dragon scales, and I can let you die more happily."
A glimmer of pride suddenly flashed across Jiang Jingben's despairing eyes.
He laughed maniacally and said: "Hahaha, Lin Xiaotian, what can you do if you are as powerful as a god?
You want me to hand over the dragon scales?
Even if you dream, I will die."
I want you to never see dragon scales "Don't deceive me with these lies.
If I guessed correctly, you must have given away the dragon scales, right?
That's why you are sure that I will never find the dragon scales," Lin Xiaotian tentatively guessed.
Jiang Jing, Wu Song outside the pass, shrank his pupils.
He didn't expect Lin Xiaotian to know such a secret thing.
After he got the dragon scale from Zhou Wucun, he gave it to Menshak Ilyich Kampov.
On the one hand, it was to express his sincerity for cooperation, and on the other hand, it was also a monetary bribe.
According to Zhou Wucun, he already knew that the dragon scale was worth 100 million yuan.
Ten thousand.
For Jiang Jing, an ambitious martial artist outside the pass, money is an external thing, and only power is the goal he pursues.
He will not be stingy if he can exchange dragon scales for the full support of Menschak Ilyich Kampov.
And the result did not disappoint him.
Menshak Ilyichkampov immediately dispatched a powerful polar bear mercenary group.
It's a pity that the strongest among the strongest, the strongest among the weak.
The powerful polar bear mercenaries were killed by the even more terrifying Lin Xiaotian and Ksitigarbha Qisha.
Lin Xiaotian saw the expression on Jiang Jing's face, and knew that his guess was correct.
He had indeed given away the dragon scales.
Thinking of the Tsarist Russian he met at Han Chufeng's house in Blood Rose, Lin Xiaotian turned his attention to the butcher Alexander.
At this time, the butcher Alexander's face was pale and his clothes were wet with sweat.
Seeing Lin Xiaotian looking over, the butcher Alexander showed a twisted smile: "He gave the dragon scales to Mr.
Menschak Ilyich Kampov.
But none of us expected that the dragon scales are actually related to your god Lin Xiaotian."
Seeing that the second person in charge of Polar Bear, one of the six permanent director mercenary groups, was seriously injured and on the verge of death, Lin Xiaotian felt a little strange.
"The dragon scale is actually my weapon, the spirit fox."
Lin Xiaotian decided not to hide it in front of the dying person and told the truth.
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The butcher Alexander was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he laughed miserably, and dripping blood spurted out of his mouth as he laughed.
"Haha, I didn't expect it to be like this.
Eleven of us polar bears died.
It was really not unjust.
We plotted the weapons of the gods of the defender mercenary group, hahaha."
Dongfang Ren on the side also looked at Lin Xiaotian in surprise.
He was still wondering why he didn't see Lin Xiaotian using the famous weapon Spirit Fox this time.
Unexpectedly, the treasure he came to the border to retrieve turned out to be the Spirit Fox.
Even though Jiang Jing, the warrior outside the pass, was already heartbroken, he couldn't help but curse Zhou Wucun a hundred times in his heart when he heard these words.
If Zhou Wucun was not dead now, he would definitely cut Zhou Wucun into pieces.
What this money-hungry and ignorant antique appraiser stole was the weapon of the evil star Lin Xiaotian.
"Hahahaha" Jiang Jing, the martial artist outside Guanwai, also laughed crazily.
He finally knew why Lin Xiaotian pursued Zhou Wucun so hard and was so rude to him for taking him in, and even went so far as to boldly raid the Jiang family villa at night.
But it's too late.
"Who is Menshak Ilyich Kampov?"
Lin Xiaotian asked.
Alexander the Butcher did not hide anything and simply said: "Menshak Ilyich Kampov is the spokesperson cultivated by the Seven Commandments Party in Tsarist Russia, and has a huge influence in Tsarist Russia.
The dragon scales have already been in his hands, and he also likes the dragon scales very much. , so you can never get it back."
"Forever."
A sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of Lin Xiaotian's mouth: "I really don't believe that someone can take away my Lin Xiaotian's things and then make me never get them back."
This statement is not a wild lie.
The Defenders mercenary group can subvert small countries in the Middle East and Africa, and it is no problem to bring down a Tsarist Russian tycoon.
Especially now that Lin Xiaotian and Ksitigarbha Qisha have come together, Dongfang Ren can kill the King of War under the strict protection of the American CI, and it will not be too difficult to assassinate Menshak Ilyich Kampov.
Lin Xiaotian noticed the hesitant expression on the butcher Alexander's face and asked thoughtfully: "This Menshak Ilyich Kampov has other more difficult backgrounds."
I don’t know if the butcher Alexander broke the pot or had other ulterior motives.
He said without any concealment: "Yes, although Menshak Ilyich Kampov's Seven Commandments Party identity is terrifying, what really makes him in the The reason why Tsarist Russia was so rampant was because he had a backer, Peter the Great."
"Peter the Great Peter Alisher Deripaska" Dongfang Ren suddenly interrupted and asked.
Alexander the Butcher nodded.
Since the foundation of the Ksitigarbha Seven Kills was outside the customs, it was not surprising to know the identity of Peter the Great.
Seeing Lin Xiaotian's probing eyes, Dongfang Ren said solemnly: "This Peter the Great is not an ordinary person.
He started his business by operating ore and steel businesses.
Now he controls the telecommunications and media industries of Tsarist Russia.
His influence spreads throughout Tsarist Russia.
He is the president's capital.
He is a person who must be courteous.
Moreover, he has a close relationship with the Tsarist Russian government.
He is known as the unfailing rich man and the true emperor of Tsarist Russia.
He has a close connection with the Seven Commandments Party and has unparalleled influence in the Tsarist Russian army.
A tough opponent.”
Being able to make Dongfang Ren say that he was difficult to deal with, one can imagine how terrifying this Peter the Great was.
Lin Xiaotian raised his eyebrows.
Although he was not afraid of any opponent, this matter was obviously getting more and more troublesome.
A handful of dragon scales not only involved Wu Song outside the pass, but also involved the Seven Commandments Party Menshake Ilyich Kampov and Russian tycoon Peter the Great.
Whether it is the Seven Commandments Party or Peter the Great, they are both giants.
If they move their whole body, they may bring the defender mercenary group into the flames of war if they are not careful.
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But Lin Xiaotian would never give up the dragon scale, because it was a symbol of loyalty between Zang Feng and his brothers.
Suppressing all the thoughts, Lin Xiaotian looked at the butcher Alexander with a complicated expression, and said in a deep voice: "Although you and I are hostile now, I admire your uprightness tonight.
After you die, I will send your ashes to him."
Return to Tsarist Russia and let your fallen leaves return to their roots.”
The butcher Alexander smiled bitterly and said: "I originally wanted you to peel off my skin and send it to my manor, but it seems that you don't like such bloody things.
It's a pity, I have such a good skin."
The military thorn in Lin Xiaotian's hand stabbed him directly through his heart.
He respected the butcher as a tough guy, but didn't like his character.
As Lin Xiaotian pulled out the military thorn, blood spurted out.
The rapid blood loss made Alexander the Butcher's facial muscles twitch for a moment, and then it turned into a look of regret.
"Through the dense birch forest, we walked along the uneven road of the world along the Volga River, singing to the sun, oops, oops, oops, singing to the sun.
Ouch, hoo, Ouch ho" Singing the Volga Boatman's Song in a low voice, the Tsarist Russian man gradually lost his breath.
Compared with the calmness of Alexander the Butcher, Jiang Jing, the warrior outside the Pass, appears timid and timid.
With the hot blood from Alexander the Butcher's heart splattered on his face, Wusong Jiang Jing outside the Pass was already trembling with fear.
He once called himself a hero and thought he was not afraid of life and death, but when death was about to come, he was really afraid.
What he fears is not death itself, but that after death, he will not be able to fulfill his long-cherished wish and become the king outside the pass.
This was his life's ambition, and for this he even killed his own son, but now, it all seems to have dissipated in the blood with the cold blade of the military thorn.
"Lin Xiaotian me" Jiang Jing, the martial artist outside Guanwai, still wanted to say something, but Lin Xiaotian had no interest in continuing to entangle with him.
For this kind of murderer, Lin Xiaotian felt that letting him breathe more air would be a stain on the natural environment.
"Jiang Jing, don't you like to collude with Tsarist Russia?
After your death, I will send your ashes to Tsarist Russia as punishment, so that you will never be able to return to your hometown."
Lin Xiaotian said lightly and waved the military thorn in his hand lightly. puff The military assassin slashed Jiang Jing's throat, giving him the most painful death.
The dizziness caused by the severed carotid artery and massive blood loss, and the suffocating feeling caused by blood pouring into the trachea and infecting the lungs, made Jiang Jing, Wusong and Jing outside Guanwai, struggle painfully for two or three minutes before suffocating to death.
In the fantasy before his death, Jiang Jing, a martial artist outside Guanwai, seemed to see scenes of his past life.
The prosperity passed away, and his grand ambitions became empty.
The last picture left in his mind turned out to be drinking with Han Xiao while singing and drinking.
A scene of joyful speech.
That night, one of the two major forces outside the Pass, Jiang Jing, the martial artist outside the Pass who had dominated the Pass for decades, was killed.
Seven members of Ksitigarbha's Seven Killings walked into the villa and carried away the bodies of the butcher Alexander and Guanwai Wusong Jiang Jing.
Lin Xiaotian solemnly thanked the seven people, who nodded silently and left without saying a word.
As a top killer, leaking his voice will also cause harm to future missions.
This is why Dongfang Ren said nothing when he saw Situ Yu on the roof.
"Remember to pay the bill immediately after dawn.
You don't want to default on the bill for Ksitigarbha's Seven Killings."
Dongfang Ren wiped the long sword with a handkerchief and said coldly.
Lin Xiaotian smiled nonchalantly and asked casually: "I wonder if Brother Dongfang is interested in visiting Tsarist Russia?"
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