Chapter 1370: We've Been Fooled, Retreat Quickly

Fang Ping's performance was indeed the case in the eyes of these killers.

As silver-medal killers of Zhaixing Tower, each of them was a powerful warrior in the late Nascent Soul stage, and they were also knowledgeable. So the moment they fought with Fang Ping, they saw that Fang Ping could control so many spiritual treasures by himself.

In the eyes of normal people, even if it was a Saint Son-level genius, it would not be impossible to control so many spiritual treasures like Fang Ping with the cultivation strength of the Nascent Soul stage, but it would definitely not last long.

Because Nascent Soul cultivators need to consume a lot of spiritual power to activate spiritual treasures.

Not to mention that Fang Ping used so many spiritual treasures in one breath, and even used several magical arts that looked equally powerful, including space-related secret arts.

So in their eyes, it was natural that Fang Ping showed fatigue.

However, as experienced killers, even if they felt that Fang Ping was running out of strength, they did not rush forward, and did not underestimate the enemy. They still followed the original plan, each standing in their own position, watching over each other and helping each other, and constantly attacking Fang Ping.

Unlike before, when they felt that they had gained the upper hand, their attack methods also began to change.

"Buzz"

A cultivator bit his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood. At the same time, a soul-breaking nail flew out of his mouth and pierced Fang Ping.

As soon as the soul-breaking nail appeared, it exuded a breath that made people tremble. Even his teammates felt a sense of instability.

"This man has already shown signs of defeat. Why go to such great lengths?"

"You are so anxious. Is there a wife waiting for you at home?"

"In this case, you can just boil the frog in warm water. Why use your life spirit treasure?"

"Yes, it's a bit too risky. This kid has many spirit treasures on him. Aren't you afraid that your soul-breaking nail will be broken by him?"

Seven silver-level killers attacked a Yuanying cultivator at the same time, and they even used spirit treasures. If this matter were to spread, it would indeed be a bit shameful.

The cultivator who shot the soul-breaking nail had a slightly pale face. Obviously, using this soul-breaking nail consumed a lot of energy for him.

"He has too many spiritual treasures and his methods are also very impressive. If we continue to waste them, it will be too much for us. It is better for everyone to use thunder methods together to send him to death quickly."

The others heard his proposal and suddenly felt that it made sense.

Because since the fight with Fang Ping, due to the large number of spiritual treasures in Fang Ping's hands, each of them lost several magic weapons, various talismans and elixirs to replenish the consumed treasures.

If the consumption continues at this rate, even if this person is finally killed, the reward in the end will not be enough to make up for the loss.

"Why don't we all attack together and make a quick decision?"

"I think it's okay. Boiling a frog in warm water is safe, but it will cost us a lot."

"Then let's do it, so as to avoid more trouble."

"This time the cost is too high, but if we kill this guy and divide his treasures, it will be a big profit."

"Then be careful. I like that golden knife very much. Don't break it."

"That stone tablet looks magical. You won't fight with me, right?"

"That colorful butterfly spirit beast seems extraordinary. I will accept it with pleasure."

Fang Ping was not dead yet, and several people had already started to plan to divide Fang Ping's treasures. As a result, they became more and more excited because the various magical skills and spiritual treasures that Fang Ping had displayed since the beginning of the war were enough for them to get two pieces and more.

Fat sheep, this is a fat sheep.

In excitement, several people's eyes lit up, and they all urged their own spiritual treasures to kill Fang Ping.

Fang Ping, who was already struggling, was attacked by so many spiritual treasures. He suddenly felt more pressure and began to retreat. After being hit by a spiritual treasure of the opponent, he spit out blood and flew backwards. Even the spiritual treasures outside his body could not be controlled and flew back to his body.

Although these spiritual treasures were out of control for only a short moment, the opponent saw that this situation was completely a defeat.

"If he comes again, he will not be able to hold on."

"Leave him a trace of soul. This kid's magical skills can't be wasted."

"He must have a big secret to have so many treasures."

Several people talked excitedly, but their attacks did not stop, and they attacked Fang Ping more vigorously.

"Boom"

The Soul-Breaking Nail once again broke through the protection of the Five-Colored Spiritual Light and the Heart Flame of the Ming King and nailed it heavily on Fang Ping's forehead.

At the same time, an ancient scroll emitted golden light and enveloped Fang Ping. The light like the sun instantly evaporated most of Fang Ping's spiritual power.

There was also a pair of black scissors flying all the way, cutting Fang Ping's sword formation into pieces, and heading for Fang Ping's waist and abdomen. If Fang Ping hadn't controlled the stone tablet to crash into it, it would have almost cut Fang Ping in half.

A vine that looked like an iron chain was like a giant python. No matter where Fang Ping hid, it would follow him closely. Fang Ping was entangled by the vine several times and almost couldn't get away.

"Hey, he escaped again."

"This kid is so lucky, he didn't die!"

"If he comes again, his blood will be burned dry."

In their opinion, Fang Ping's breath was getting weaker and weaker, and even the power of various spiritual treasures began to be greatly reduced. Now Fang Ping seemed to be completely relying on the burning of blood and blood.

"Boy, I advise you to hand over all your treasures and secrets obediently, and we can consider giving you a quick death."

"You will die sooner or later anyway, why struggle so painfully before you die?"

"Give up, you have no way to survive. If you are targeted by Zhaixing Tower, you will die. The best choice is to reincarnate as soon as possible."

The assassins did not forget to tease Fang Ping while attacking. Seeing victory in sight, they began to swallow various elixirs and spiritual liquids to support the consumption of spiritual treasures.

Fang Ping said nothing and looked miserable. Even several of his protective magic weapons were broken. His clothes were tattered and he had several deep wounds on his body.

But every time the opponent's fatal attack came, he could always take his last breath to dodge it, leaving a painless wound on his body.

After repeating this many times, Fang Ping was almost exhausted and almost lying on the ground, unable to move. The assassins were sweating and pale, and some even spit out a mouthful of increasingly thin blood every time they activated their spiritual treasures.

"Something's wrong, something's wrong, there's something wrong with this guy."

"Oh no, we've been fooled, this guy has been deceiving us from the beginning."

"Retreat, retreat quickly!"

Finally, after Fang Ping was pierced through the chest by a spear and nailed to the ground, unable to move, but once again blocked the opponent's attack with the stone tablet, these killers finally discovered something unusual.

At this time, Fang Ping's calm and full voice sounded: "Everyone, is my acting too bad that you saw through the clues so quickly?"