Weird and hard to kill?Sorry, I'm the real immortal

Enemies kept coming in like a tide. Even in the face of such a desperate scene, Fang Xiu remained calm, as if nothing in this world could move him.

Are you desperate?fear?

This useless thing has already been thrown away.

When he was killed eighteen times in a row, and he couldn't stop being killed no matter what he did, he understood that despair and fear were just jokes for the enemy.

Fang Xiu stood on the eaves, with the blood moon hanging high above his head. He watched the tens of thousands of treacherous slaves with deep eyes, and said calmly: "I have seen the future, and this battle must be won."

His calm words were like a tonic, injected into the hearts of everyone.

The spirits of the people who had been in decline were revived, and a powerful force erupted again from their bodies that were about to run out of oil and lamps.

A new round of killing has officially begun.

"kill!"

"Fuck them!"

"Keep going and we'll win!"

This is the power of hope, people have potential, especially under the light of hope, the potential will be greatly exploded.

No one doubted Fang Xiu's words, because along the way, the accuracy of his predictions had been proved many times. He said that if he saw the future, he must have seen the future.

He said that this battle must be won, then he will definitely win!

Everyone has already developed a kind of blind trust in the other party.

However, in fact, Fang Xiu lied to them.

He didn't see the future. Under the absolute quantity gap, this gap cannot be made up no matter how many times the death rolls back.

More times of death rollback, at best, it will make you more proficient and save effort in killing the slaves.

But the problem is, even if you only need one point of strength to kill a trick slave, so what if you have ten thousand points of strength?The tricky slave still couldn't finish killing.

The reason why Fang Xiu lied to them was just to give them some illusory hopes, let them burst out their final combat power, squeeze out all their potential, and delay a little longer.

He is waiting, waiting for an opportunity to turn the situation around!

Calculate the time, it should be about the same.

Inspired by Fang Xiu, the crowd continued to fight bloodily, but hope is just hope after all, it cannot be transformed into physical strength, nor can it be transformed into spirituality.

As time went on, finally, everyone's spirituality had basically bottomed out, and they had already started to fight hand-to-hand with the treacherous slaves.

But hand-to-hand combat is the strong point of the sly slaves. Even if they have a roof, they can't stand the crowd of enemies. On average, one person has to face the attack of more than a dozen sly slaves.

The chances of winning are getting lower and lower, and the chances of everyone are getting smaller and smaller.

"Fang team, where is the future!" Someone yelled against the attack of a dozen trick slaves.

"The future is in your own hands. I said that this battle must be won, but I didn't say that no one will die. If you can't survive to victory, you can only blame yourself."

"what!"

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help being ruthless, attacking desperately.

No one wants to fall before victory.

But often, the darkest night is before the dawn of dawn.

Not long after, screams came.

I saw a master of spirits was directly bitten by the arm by the sly slave. He let out a scream and slashed with a knife, but the pain made him move slowly. Before he could cut it down, another sly slave had already bitten him On his knife arm.

More and more cunning slaves overwhelmed him, and more and more wounds appeared on his body.

It seemed that he was about to be dragged into the group of treacherous slaves and die completely.

At this time, a strand of silver hair fell from the sky and pulled him out violently.

However, even so, his limbs were already broken, blood was flowing, and it was obvious that he would not live long.

"Fang team, save me, I don't want to die!" The man begged frantically.

However, Fang Xiu just calmly threw him a bronze candlestick.

"You will die soon, so before you die, light the bronze candlestick with your blood."

The man's eyes were red instantly: "What are you talking about! You didn't save me, but let me save you with blood? You are dreaming! If you die, let's go together..."

Before he finished speaking, several strands of silver hair were already connected to his body, firmly controlling him.

The bronze candlesticks were lit, and the miserable green candlelight illuminated the night sky.

The crowd quickly shrank under the candlelight, and countless treacherous slaves were kept out of the candlelight, and the sound of corrosion kept ringing.

Under this man's desperate blood, everyone finally ushered in a respite.

"Fang Xiu! You're going to die!" the man yelled.

Fang Xiu ignored him, but sat calmly on the spot to rest.

Some people couldn't bear it, while others sneered: "You won't survive anyway, so it's better to use your residual heat."

"You fart! Don't be complacent, I am the one who died now, and you are next!

Do you think Fang Xiu, an inhuman fellow, would light the bronze candlestick by himself?You are all lamp oil in his eyes! "

As soon as these words came out, a layer of haze was cast over everyone's hearts.

Of course, what he said was right. With Fang Xiu's ruthlessness, he would definitely continue to manipulate others to light the candlesticks. In Fang Xiu's eyes, everyone was just a guarantee for survival.

At this time, one of the most seriously injured spirit masters was thinking with a gloomy face, among the people present, I was the most injured, so it will definitely be my turn next.

Fang Xiu is a cold-blooded and ruthless person who completely treats people as tools. From the fact that he controlled the corpses of his teammates to light candlesticks, it can be seen that this person's way of thinking is to maximize benefits.

At this time, I was the most injured and the lowest combat power. In Fang Xiu's eyes, I had become a worthless tool, so he must choose me next.

Once he speaks first, everyone else is greedy for life and afraid of death, and there will be absolutely no objection, then I will surely die.

No, I must act first!

Thinking like this, the malice in his eyes has almost materialized.

In fact, he didn't even notice that his own thoughts were becoming more and more extreme and full of malice, and he was close to losing control of his spirituality.

Imperial spirit masters are such an unstable group, like mentally ill patients, they may be fine at ordinary times, but once they are stimulated, they are very likely to fall ill.

While Fang Xiu was resting, I could have killed him in a sneak attack. He would never have imagined that at such a critical moment, there would be internal strife in the team.

But, if I kill Fang Xiu, will it cause public outrage?

Thinking of this, he hesitated again, but if Fang Xiu didn't die, he would definitely die, or if he didn't kill Fang Xiu and attacked others, as long as someone died, Fang Xiu would definitely use the dead person to take over.

Swish!

A silver light flashed.

The man's thoughts stopped abruptly, and a sharp scalpel was inserted into his neck.

His eyes were abrupt, and he looked at Fang Xiu in disbelief. He never thought that Fang Xiu would attack him in advance.

And just when his consciousness was dying, Fang Xiu's calm words sounded in his ears: "It's just killing people, why think so much."