What is the situation when people are constantly choosing a dead end on the road of "future"?

He doesn't die directly, he keeps dying.

Good words are hard to persuade damned ghosts, and when people are in decline, they will unconsciously produce countless acts of death, just like the Spartan warriors now.

He endured his injuries and burst out with some kind of skill, bounced off the soul nail, and retracted the soul.

And then he wanted to fight.

But it's always a dead end.

Fighting is a thing that is ever-changing in an instant, and you can choose to "dodge", "escape", "attack" and "defend" at every moment.

And "how to dodge", "where to dodge", "how to escape" and "how to attack" are subdivided into countless options.

Each moment is an infinite number of choices, and then each epoch is made up of an infinite number of moments.

Therefore, the battlefield is ever-changing, and those who have a strong fighting style and good luck can always defeat the strong with the weak.

But now Sparta is like a headless fly, even worse than a headless fly.

Headless flies are running around, and the results are both good and bad, but now every battle choice of Sparta is "wrong" and "deadly".

This seems bizarre to Li Shou and others.

"Why does he crash into flying swords and skills every time?"

"Even if you hit it, you can hit it with your eyes!"

"But no, I just shot a thunder arrow, which was originally aimed at the chest, and finally this guy directly hit the back of the head."

"So it seems ......"

"The magic of the Future Dao is quite yin!"

"It's not good!"

King Urine, Zhao Yinuo and the others discussed while attacking, and also looked at Ye Muli.

"Don't look at me, every rule has its own characteristics." Ye Muli felt the strange gazes of everyone in the team, and hurriedly explained: "This spell still has nothing to do with people's personalities, and the insidious spell does not mean that I am insidious......"

"Cut, if the spell doesn't match the person's personality, you won't be able to survive now." Zhao Yinuo pursed his lips, "Also, don't say that the magic and the personality don't match, I don't believe this." ”

"Whatever you say."

Ye Mu didn't quarrel with him, and continued to use spells to interfere with Sparta's choice.

Under the siege of everyone, Sparta, which is under the rules of war, has no chance of winning no matter how strong it is.

After the soul was damaged again, Ye Muli pulled the thin thread of his fate, and at a certain moment, his "future" suddenly disappeared.

Who has no future at all?

There is no future for only the dead.

He stood still in place at this moment, and died directly.

"This person is very strong, even if it is killed in coordination, and the finishing technique is given by Ye Muli, our team has more than 10,000 points in the account."

"It's really strong, it's the first time I've seen someone whose hand-to-hand combat ability is better than Brother Li's."

"Although the recovery ability is not as good as Brother Li, the defense and strength are better than too many ......"

"His body, it's a good thing."

While everyone was still admiring the power of Sparta, vanilla flew from a distance.

It hadn't made a move in the final stage just now, firstly, to give Ye Muli a score, and the most important thing was that it had taken a fancy to this body.

"Give me this body, right? Very valuable for research. ”

"I'm okay with that." Li Shou looked at Ye Muli.

"I'm okay with that." Ye Muli, who specializes in strange tricks, is naturally not interested in dismantling the body.

With the death of Sparta, the soldiers who were fighting around them suddenly sobered up a lot.

Their brains were originally influenced by some kind of "war fanaticism" signals, and they only knew about fighting and killing, but now they suddenly came to their senses and realized that this battle seemed unnecessary.

If they just feel that it is not necessary, they may not stop immediately, the most important thing is that there are many monks on the scene, and the cultivation level seems to be very high.

In this world, the first reaction of a normal person when he sees a monk fighting is to run away - this is something engraved in his bones, even something deep in his genes.

Their ancestors were "those who ran away when they saw a monk," and those who did not run away when they saw them were all extinct in the long course of time.

Those who do too much good will one day perish in this world.

After everyone woke up, they looked at the monks suspended in the sky, and immediately threw away their weapons and fled.

"It can be regarded as saving a lot of people in disguise, otherwise with the fanatical situation just now, they would have to fight to the last person." Narcissus sighed, then packed up and set off.

Later, under the leadership of Ye Muli, Li Shou's team surrounded and suppressed several teams, and while harvesting some points and props, time passed slowly.

Soon, the "seventh day" arrived.

This morning, everyone came to a place hundreds of kilometers away from Xianfeng City, waiting for the "auspicious time to come".

Bang!

Not long after they arrived, a violent explosion could be heard in the distance.

The direction in which the explosion came from was the side of Fairy Wind City.

"Already fighting?"

"I guess so."

Ma Nanzheng took out the fairy fruit in the storage ring and chewed it in his mouth, "That kid in the old night is really powerful, he just came here and started fighting, and he almost lost at noon." ”

"What is the strength of those two teams, can you calculate it?" The King of Urine asked Ye Muli.

Although Ye Muli didn't have much contact with the people in Li Shou's team.

But after all, I have lived on the same mountain peak for nearly three years, and I have encountered it many times when I look down and don't look up.

So although everyone is not very "familiar", they are definitely not born.

"The team is very strong, and it is not weaker than you when you take it out alone."

"That's probably about the same as the group of three-eyed monks in the path of reincarnation." The people in the squad estimated the combat strength, "Last time we were not fully prepared, and it was not easy to fight." ”

"In this way, how awesome is that the old brother of the black fog can still reach this realm by himself?" Wang Yifei asked.

He was still in a state of evil spirit.

Since he didn't have a physical body and couldn't cultivate normally, his cultivation was the lowest among all people.

In the past few years, I have only learned some "soul cultivation" exercises.

But soul cultivation is not a great avenue after all, even if the Yuanying Monk's body is damaged, he will find someone to take it away and be reborn.

Relying on soul cultivation alone, Wang Yifei's entry was naturally very slow.

"Leave it alone Brother Black Mist, how have you practiced your snatching technique, Lao Wang? I see that you have been studying this for the past two years, and it just so happens that the strong body of Sparta has been left, and you can take it and ascend to the sky in one step. ”

"It's hard. Only when a monk reaches Yuanying can he have the ability to take away ordinary people, and I can't raise this realm, so it's very difficult and difficult...... Miss Vanilla said she would help me, though. ”

"You call me Miss, I'll help you with this......"

"Thank you, Miss Vanilla."

Everyone is a comrade-in-arms who lives and dies together, and with so many years of friendship, they are also hearty and unscrupulous when they chat.

In the midst of a group of people talking to each other, the time was soon approaching noon.

"Almost, let's go." Ye Muli counted the hours and flew first.

And everyone in the team who was still talking nonsense just now immediately changed their expressions, flew up, and followed him all the way to Fairy Wind City.

A distance of several hundred kilometers can be reached in dozens of minutes.

Before they came here, everyone saw that the battle outside the city was in full swing.

In the past few years, the people of the black fog and the people of the past Dao have been in the same place, and they don't know how deep the grudge has accumulated, and the fight is falling apart at this time, leaving no effort unturned.

In mid-air, a group of people who passed by the Dao held a mirror to shine on a person in the air, and that person was holding a bloody knife, and with each slash, the sword qi could either flatten the mountain peaks or draw dozens of kilometers of ravines on the ground.

(End of chapter)