Weird And Hard To Kill? Sorry, I'm The Real Immortal

"I never thought I would be so famous." Wang Yanran smiled coquettishly, "Fang Xiu, speaking of it, I have to thank you very much. If you hadn't fought desperately, and you succeeded in knocking out Wang Erni in the end, I wouldn't have had the chance To control a Tier 2 Imperial Spirit Master.

I have controlled Wang Erni, and I have naturally controlled her weird hair. You have really helped me a lot.

As a thank you, I will give you the highest honor, come and kiss my feet, obediently be my puppet, and you will live. "

Faced with Wang Yanran's insult, Fang Xiu remained calm, and he said calmly, "You talk a lot of nonsense, and you kept me waiting for so long, so long that I thought you didn't dare to show up."

"Oh?" Wang Yanran frowned slightly: "Wait for me? Don't you mean to say that you just had a hard fight with Wang Erni, and you were just pretending to wait for me to come out and reap the benefits of a fisherman?"

"if not?"

For some reason, looking at Fang Xiu's peaceful face, Wang Yanran suddenly felt an unknown fire welling up in her heart.

"Hehe, handsome boy, I thought you were a person who knew the times, but I didn't expect you to be unable to distinguish the form at all.

On your side, you are the only one left with combat power, but on my side, there are two full-fledged spiritual masters with more than 10% spiritual lightening, a second-level spiritual master, and a B-level spirit master. Weird, plus dozens of weird slaves, with such a luxurious lineup, you are bound to lose. "

Speaking of this, Wang Yanran seemed to have lost interest in Fang Xiu, so she waved her hand and said, "Kill him."

Following her order, the remaining dozens of cunning slaves roared and rushed towards Fang Xiu, and the two-meter tall man beside her also roared, and the muscles on his body swelled instantly.

Tear!

His clothes were ripped apart, revealing the iron-blue muscles inside, which exuded a metallic luster.

Like a giant tank, he rushed towards Fang Xiu.

At the same time, Wang Erni was also attacking, and countless silver hairs turned into a rain of arrows, shooting straight at Fang Xiu.

Although Wang Yanran looked reckless, she was indeed a cautious person. Even if she looked at her lineup, she must have won, but Fang Xiu's abnormal calmness still made her faintly uneasy.

Therefore, as soon as she made a move, she directly used her full strength to try to kill all the signs of danger in the cradle.

At this point, a scene of despair appeared.

Under the cold moonlight, Fang Xiu stood alone on the ground, his thin shadow was stretched very long, and in all directions, there were enemies pouring in like a tide.

A treacherous slave made up of black hair, a brawny man with metallic muscles, and silver hair shot down everywhere.

As for his teammates, Shen Lingxue fell into the muddy water, Zhao Hao was sent flying tens of meters away, and Liu Shuai also passed out due to excessive blood loss.

Faced with such a scene, even a Tier 2 Spiritualist standing here would have to wait for death in despair, but Fang Xiu laughed.

The next moment, he controlled his own spirituality and directly detonated the strange power in the scalpel, which was the power left by it after cutting countless strange things.

boom!

Countless streaks of terrifying and mottled strange aura rose from the scalpel, turned into wisps of black smoke, and whizzed out. There seemed to be a terrifying and weird roaring in every puff of black smoke.

The black smoke was like giant black pythons, wrapping around Fang Xiu's body, churning, and finally rushing into his mouth, nose, eyes, and ears crazily.

All of his seven orifices were dyed black for a while.

With the continuous influx of strange power, his mind became more and more distorted, his breath became stronger and stronger, and his laughter gradually distorted.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

Horrible laughter resounded throughout the audience, like the sound of ghosts dying from the Nine Nether Hell.

"That's it? How did I lose!!"

When the strange power contained in the scalpel poured into Fang Xiu's body, his suppressed mind was finally released at this moment.

Calm has always been just his protective color, in order to protect himself from being discovered by those illusory and weird.

And madness is what he is.

A suppressed and hideous laugh squeezed out of his throat. At this moment, he seemed to be a completely different person, surrounded by black air, and countless strange phantoms were faintly condensed in the black air. The strange right eye was shining with a scarlet luster. The calm of today turned into madness today.

Seeing this scene, Wang Yanran was shocked instantly: "Quick! Stop him! He's going to deform!"

However, it was too late.

With a terrifying grin, Fang moved.

He held the shiny silver scalpel in one hand, his figure was like a ghost, and he disappeared in place in an instant.

Swish!

It was as if a silver lightning flashed on the dark ground!

This bolt of lightning ran through the audience, and when Fang Xiu reappeared, he had already come to the other side of the battlefield.

And the trick slaves pierced by the silver light froze in place one by one as if they had pressed the pause button.

The next moment, the breeze blew, and the heads of more than a dozen treacherous slaves fell to the ground.

After the heads fell to the ground, the hair that made up their bodies was scattered all over the ground in an instant, and became twisted and withered.

At this time, the silver "rain of arrows" all over the sky arrived, densely packed and overwhelming, as if blocking all ways of survival.

However, Fang Xiu's figure turned into a series of black afterimages, constantly flashing and moving in the silver arrow rain, his movements were elegant and quick, his expression was crazy and ferocious, like a dark dancer under the moonlight, abruptly moving from In this overwhelming attack, a glimmer of life was found.

Even, while avoiding the rain of arrows, the scalpel in his hand kept flying like a death scythe, continuously harvesting the lives of one cunning slave after another. In just a short moment, the cunning slave was slaughtered to death.

"What! How is this possible!" Wang Yanran was shocked when she saw this strange scene.

"He dared to let such a huge and chaotic strange force enter his body, he was going to die with me! Crazy! This is a lunatic! Hurry up! Give it to me!"

Wang Yanran directly sent Wang Erni out, obviously determined to erase Fang Xiu.

Even the ordinary couple of travelers rushed up, holding pistols with reloaded bullets.

However, these two people left quickly and died quickly. Fang Xiu didn't even look at them, and kicked up two pieces of gravel on the ground. The gravel was embedded in the foreheads of the two of them like bullets. The man stared angrily, and fell straight to the ground.

Soon, Wang Erni joined the battlefield, her aura was fully activated, and her silver hair kept flying and growing. In just a short moment, it actually grew to tens of meters long.

The next moment, hundreds of millions of silver hairs were tangled together, and instantly condensed into a conical silver spike, like a scorpion's tail, ruthlessly piercing towards Fang Xiu's body.

Fang Xiu's right eye was bloodshot, and a grin appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Faced with such a terrifying blow, he did not dodge or dodge, raised the scalpel in his hand, and went straight to meet it.

The scene was a little exaggerated for a while, with a huge silver cone-shaped spike dozens of meters long on one side and a small scalpel less than 20 centimeters on the other, the two sides were not at the same level at all.

But in the next second, a stunned scene appeared.

clang!

There was a huge metal chime!

I saw that the short and thin scalpel easily blocked the huge silver cone-shaped spike tens of meters long, preventing it from advancing an inch.

This scene is very similar to a mayfly shaking a tree and an ant lifting an elephant.

Seeing this scene, Wang Yanran's complexion froze instantly in the distance.