Drunken Swordsman: I choose the ruthless way, why are you crying?

Chapter 71: There are traps everywhere!

After Qin Hao and Zhao Kongfeng reached a temporary cooperation in front of the bronze door, the two walked into the door cautiously.

Inside the door, faint light seeped in from somewhere, making the entire scene look hazy and unreal.

Zhao Kongfeng's eyes eagerly scanned every corner of the room, as if looking for something.

He turned around and said to Qin Hao with a big smile on his face: "Brother Qin, look, the magic weapons and skills in here are all rare treasures in the world."

Qin Hao had a blank expression on his face, he just looked at Zhao Kongfeng coldly, his vigilance in his heart not diminished at all.

Seeing that Qin Hao did not respond, Zhao Kongfeng pointed to a long sword emitting a faint blue light and said, "Brother Qin, look at this sword. It is called the 'Ice Soul Cold Light Sword'. It is said that when it is swung, it can release an extremely cold air and freeze the enemy instantly."

As he spoke, he reached out to touch the sword.

Qin Hao immediately spoke up to stop him, "Be careful, there might be a scam."

At the same time as Qin Hao's words came out, the Netherworld Demon Sword trembled slightly and was about to be unsheathed.

Seeing this, Zhao Kongfeng stopped his hand in mid-air, smiled awkwardly, and said, "Brother Qin is right, I was too impatient."

Then, he pointed to a yellowed secret book and said, "Brother Qin, this is the 'Nine Nether Scriptures'. I see that the magic weapon in your hand is very suitable for this technique. If you practice it, your strength will definitely increase greatly."

Qin Hao walked forward and looked at the secret book carefully, but did not reach out to take it.

He turned around and said, "Zhao Kongfeng, you are so familiar with these treasures, I think you must have prepared them in advance."

Zhao Kongfeng waved his hands and said, "Brother Qin, you misunderstood. I am just guessing based on what I learned before. We are a cooperative relationship now, how dare I have second thoughts?"

Qin Hao snorted coldly and continued to observe the treasures around him.

Seeing this, Zhao Kongfeng began to introduce other magical weapons and skills, talking incessantly, trying to make Qin Hao believe his sincerity.

Qin Hao listened to Zhao Kongfeng's introduction and thought secretly in his heart.

This Zhao Kongfeng is definitely not a good guy, and his attentiveness at this moment must have a purpose.

But he also understood that temporary cooperation was necessary in this place full of unknown dangers.

Qin Hao said, "Zhao Kongfeng, since we are cooperating, let's be honest. There are so many treasures here, how should we distribute them?"

Zhao Kongfeng's eyes flashed with cunning, and he said, "Brother Qin, in my opinion, we should collect all these treasures first and distribute them after we get out. What do you think?"

Qin Hao sneered in his heart. He knew what Zhao Kongfeng was planning, but he still said, "Okay, but don't play any tricks."

The two began to carefully collect the magical weapons and skills around them. Zhao Kongfeng seemed serious, but he glanced at Qin Hao from time to time, thinking about his own plan in his mind.

During the collection process, Qin Hao always remained highly vigilant, and his right hand never left the hilt of the Netherworld Demon Sword.

Zhao Kongfeng suddenly said, "Brother Qin, there is a secret compartment over there. Maybe there are more precious things hidden in it."

Qin Hao looked in the direction he pointed and saw a subtle bulge on the wall.

Qin Hao said: "Go open it and take a look."

Zhao Kongfeng hesitated for a moment, but still walked over slowly. Just as he was about to touch the bulge, Qin Hao shouted, "Wait."

Zhao Kongfeng was startled, stopped, and asked, "Brother Qin, what's wrong?"

Qin Hao walked forward, observed carefully, and said, "Be careful, there is a trap."

Zhao Kongfeng showed a hint of realization on his face and said, "Brother Qin is more cautious."

Qin Hao carefully poked the bulge with his sword, and instantly, several sharp arrows shot out from around the secret compartment.

Qin Hao quickly swung his sword to block and shot down the sharp arrows.

Zhao Kongfeng stepped back in fear and said, "That was a close call."

Qin Hao sneered in his heart when he heard this, but didn't say anything.

He turned around and found a strange statue. The statue's eyes seemed to be watching their every move. Qin Hao walked quickly to the statue and said to Zhao Kongfeng, "What do you think is strange about this statue?"

Zhao Kongfeng walked forward, walked around the statue, and said, "I can't see anything, but it's better to be careful."

Just then, the statue suddenly moved and waved its huge arms to attack them.

Qin Hao and Zhao Kongfeng quickly moved aside and drew their weapons to resist.

"Qiang!"

The Netherworld Demon Sword slashed at the statue, but the statue's body was so hard that the sword only left a shallow mark on it.

A hint of surprise suddenly flashed across Qin Hao's eyes.

You know, there are not many things that can block the edge of the Netherworld Demon Sword. How can this inconspicuous statue in front of you actually block it?
Seeing that the attack missed, the statue suddenly moved its legs, stomping on the ground with a rumbling sound, and waved its huge arms to rush towards Qin Hao, rather than Zhao Kongfeng who was closer to Qin Hao.

Qin Hao quickly swung his sword to block and quickly retreated with the help of the reaction force.

"Brother Qin, attack its joints."

Zhao Kongfeng shouted loudly.

Upon hearing this, Qin Hao changed the direction of his attack and stabbed towards the joints of the statue's legs.

With a loud "bang", the statue's right leg fell off instantly, the center of gravity of the body suddenly became unstable, and it fell heavily to the ground.

Before the statue could struggle to get up, Qin Hao drew his sword again and cut off the other three limbs of the statue.

Qin Hao stared at the statue on the ground. After a moment, he said, "This place is full of dangers. We must be more careful."

Zhao Kongfeng nodded and said, "Brother Qin is right, let's continue."

After hearing this, the two continued their exploration.

However, although Zhao Kongfeng seemed to be observing the surrounding environment attentively, his eyes were actually moving around constantly and he was thinking about his own things.

Qin Hao always remained highly alert, with the Netherworld Demon Sword in his hand ready to deal with any possible danger at any time.

The two came to a seemingly ordinary corner with several old boxes placed on the ground.

Zhao Kongfeng couldn't wait to walk forward and open the box to check.

Qin Hao hurriedly stopped him and said, "Wait, be careful, there might be a scam."

But Zhao Kongfeng didn't listen at all, he quickly opened one of the boxes. The moment the box was opened, a black smoke gushed out and instantly filled the entire space.

Qin Hao secretly thought that something was wrong and quickly stepped back, covering his mouth and nose.

Zhao Kongfeng's cough and cry for help came from the smoke: "Brother Qin, save me!"

Although Qin Hao was wary of Zhao Kongfeng, there were many strange things in this tomb, so it would be useful to keep Zhao Kongfeng alive.

After a little thought, he released his spiritual power to form a shield and rushed into the smoke.

The protective spiritual power made a sizzling sound as it came into contact with the smoke and was consumed by the smoke at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this, Qin Hao did not dare to delay. Relying on his memory, he found Zhao Kongfeng's position, pulled him out, and retreated quickly.

Zhao Kongfeng said with a guilty look on his face: "Brother Qin, it's all my fault for being too reckless. I almost hurt us."

Qin Hao snorted coldly and said, "Don't be so impulsive next time."

Before they could recover from the shock, the surrounding walls suddenly began to move and the ground shook violently.

Qin Hao's face changed, realizing that he had triggered a new mechanism.

Why are there so many traps here?
(End of this chapter)