The most terrible person in the world is not an opponent who is stronger than himself, but an opponent who does not want to die. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A strong person, at least, may have emotional flaws.

But a person who doesn't even want his life will naturally have no flaws in his heart.

Hardy MacArthur was one such person, who looked at the man at the entrance of the village who did not look like a man at all.

As for why he thinks that the village entrance is a man and not a beast?

A beast that is intelligent because of its human form could simply be so weak.

Behind Hardy MacArthur, there were more than a dozen dark shadows, and because it was dark, there was no way to see clearly.

In the midst of this, a man with a large sword came forward and said, "Who are you? What is the purpose of being here?"

The man's eyes were staring straight at the man who looked like a strange man--- Wutian. Amanda.

In his understanding, there is no such human being.

He couldn't even think that the other party was human.

Because in his eyes, the man named Wutian is just a beast.

A beast with the appearance of a human.

Wu Tian heard the man's words and smiled, "Money, money can be a god, and it can also make ghosts. That's the only reason I'm here."

The man understood that Wu Tian was not joking, because although he was laughing, he did not smile.

His instincts told him that it would be dangerous if he resisted.

The man's instincts never missed once, but maybe it was wrong today.

The man said, "So, how much do you want?"

Although it is very shameless, if the problem can be solved with a limited amount of money, he does not mind doing this, and his boss --- Hardy MacArthur also thinks so, and it is precisely because of this that he will come out to talk to Wu Tian.

Wu Tian seemed to be shocked at a child who couldn't listen to people, "Of course it's all, and not a single copper coin can be missing."

"If that's the case, or maybe I'll think about sparing your lives."

Is this man crazy? That's what the man thinks in his heart, and it's impossible for a person not to say something like that if he wasn't crazy.

As for the madman, the man asked, there was no reason to talk, the man smiled, but there was no smile at all: "I can give money, but your life, stay here."

Wu Tiandao: "That's good, but I think the people who stay will be you, and you have already formed a village here, so it is very reasonable to stay here forever."

The man stopped talking, but his mind seemed to be one, and another man with his left hand appeared as if it were metal, and in fact it was also metal.

Hardy MacArthur said, "Iron Hand, if you want to go to war, then go, I will not stop you, I will not besiege you, because I know what you think, and in the same way, I hope that you will not betray my expectations, and if you think you can, then take a step forward."

The iron hand stepped on it more than once, but not a single footprint was left on the ground, as if it had been walked off the ground.

It's just that Wu Tian understands it, just because of the iron hand, his control of his body is at the level of a master, his fighting spirit and body are the same, and the weight of the whole person seems to be non-existent.

Iron Hand's eyes were cold, as if he was looking at wood, although he was talking to Wu Tian, but it was like talking to himself: "I don't want to kill you, but if I make a move, it will definitely end my life, and besides, I have never killed someone like you."

After hearing this, Wu Tian just sighed: "I don't want to kill people either, originally you just gave away all the money, I won't make a move, but you're forcing me."

Iron Hand said again, "If you don't want to kill people, then you can not kill, you can stand back now and get out of here, I can also not kill people."

Wu Tian smiled and said, "Yes, you don't kill people, but it doesn't mean that your companions kill people."

"You can't back off, and neither can I."

"So, I can only kill."

Wu Tian stopped talking as he spoke.

It's just that the iron hand jumped, like a sixth-level wind mage, sliding off the ground, like a flying magician: "That's right, no one can retreat, then you have to stay forever, because I have already made a move."

Wu Tian's muscles shook, and he moved like an earth dragon, and stepped forward, lifting as light as a weight.

A deep footprint was left on the ground, about two to three inches, and then a whining was heard.

It's like casting an invisibility spell, and Wu Tian is gone.

But the iron hand saw it, and his left hand moved, as fast as lightning, but his hand did not have a trace of thunder and lightning, nor did it have the light of electricity, just an iron glove like bronze.

But the cyan was not bronze, but a color quenched by poison, making a glove made of stainless steel like bronze.

The depth of toxicity is no longer necessary.

The iron hand knows how poisonous this hand is, even if the flesh is like a wurm, under one claw, there is no one who is alive.

Wu Tian didn't have a weapon, or maybe his weapon only had his flesh palm.

However, the marble-like armor had already covered Wu Tian's flesh fist.

Therefore, Wu Tian's hand is the last weapon.

Weapons, if they can't be refined as if they are part of the body, then there is no point.

However, one's own flesh hand is always a part of oneself, and the transformation of an undead warrior is the best way to turn one's flesh hand into a divine weapon.

Wu Tian's hand is a weapon, and it is also a part of himself.

Iron Hand didn't think that in the face of his hand, there would be people who would fight with flesh.

Iron Hand's hand was about to arrive, but Wu Tian's hand was the same, however, Iron Hand retreated: "Don't you want to die? Do you know what this claw will look like?"

Wu Tian's hand did not stop, chasing the figure of the iron hand, like a shadow: "I know, but you are more desperate than me."

The iron hand's waist fell down like a boneless, flashing over Wu Tian's hand, and at the same time, the iron hand's poisonous hand gradually came out and stabbed towards Wu Tian's waist.

Wu Tian's hand didn't take it back, but the move changed, and the fleshy palm was like a sharp blade downward, hitting the iron hand's head straight down.

If it hits, the head of the iron hand will open like a flower.

However, Iron Hand didn't want to do this, but he knew that if he retreated again and again, the cause of death would be certain.

Therefore, he didn't retreat, he wanted to know even more if Wu Tian really didn't want to die.

Tetsute said, "It looks like you really don't want to die."

Wu Tian replied, "Yes, I don't want to die, but now you don't want to die either."

Iron Hand smiled, "That's right, yes, we don't want to die."

Wu Tian also smiled, "That's right, but you are the only one who died."

Iron Hand asked suspiciously, "Why am I the only one?"

Wu Tiandao: "Because you are a little slower, you are dead."

The conversation is very fast, and only a warrior can complete such a detailed dialogue in this moment.

The head of the iron hand was divided into two by Wu Tian's flesh palm, and it did not explode as expected, but cut open.

Iron Hand's head was cut open, but his poisonous hand did not stop, and stabbed straight at it.

However, the strength of the iron hand that had lost its head had been greatly reduced, and the marble armor on the outer layer of Wutian had not yet been pierced, and the hand had stopped.

Wu Tian smiled: "You are a strong man, but also a weak man, I need to be a single seventh-level warrior, but I am not a human being, and he is a human being, so he is dead, and I am alive."

The answer to Wu Tian was a straight arrow, as straight as a guard standing in the city, and more accurate as a stone carving master wielding a knife.

This arrow is fast, ruthless and accurate.