The monster's movement speed is very slow. Judging from its current performance, it seems that its IQ is also very low, and it is even more mentally retarded than the beast.
The beasts will at least be vigilant, and the smarter ones may even come up with some clever tricks.
However, the monster covered in black mist at the moment did not know if there was such a thing as a head in its body, and it looked like a not very smart person.
"That's almost it."
After predicting the position between the chandelier on the top of the opera house and the black fog monster, Lu Qing threw the Ripper knife.
The flying knife cut through the air, and the silk thread at the tail was wrapped around the metal rod in the middle of the chandelier. Lu Qing's arm pulled hard, and the sharp silk thread immediately cut off the metal rod.
Originally, she planned to cut off the metal rod directly with a flying knife, but after thinking about it, Lu Qing decided to use a silk thread to pull it off, which was a safer method.
After all, she has never tried the power of throwing a flying knife with all her strength. If it is a wooden stick, she will not hesitate, but if it is metal...
In Lu Qing's impression, metal is not a fragile object. She still doesn't have the confidence to break it with just a throwing knife.
"Bang!"
After the metal rod made a heart-wrenching wailing sound, it was cut off by the thread of the Ripper's flying knife and fell from the air.
The black mist monster squirming hard below could not react at all, and was hit by the huge chandelier from the air. After letting out a scream, it was pressed under the metal chandelier.
"Xiaorou!"
In fact, there is no need to remind you at this time. Fang Qingrou was already prepared the moment she saw the chandelier fall.
At this time, when he saw the black fog monster being hit by the chandelier, he directly picked up the big sword in his hand and rushed forward.
"Jump chop!"
Fang Qingrou jumped up with the cursed sword in hand, and the flat and wide blade struck the black mist monster's body firmly, causing a huge wound immediately.
And just after the cursed sword scratched the black fog monster, a burst of dark gray light suddenly lit up on the sword, indicating that the power of the curse had invaded the inside of the wound.
"Attack those masks!" Lu Qing shouted from the crossbar.
The black mist monster was slashed by Fang Qingrou. Although the wound looked ferocious, Lu Qing felt that the damage suffered by the opponent was not fatal.
If that's the case, then why not try attacking the mask on the opponent's face?
Isn't it generally like this? Weaknesses and so on are all in relatively special positions.
Hearing Lu Qing's words, Fang Qingrou picked up the giant sword again, and then slashed at the blood-red mask closest to her.
"Crack!"
The sharp giant sword hit the mask, and a violent tremor was transmitted along the sword body to Fang Qingrou's palm. The mask actually bounced Fang Qingrou's giant sword away!
Feeling the numb hands, Fang Qingrou became more convinced that this was the weakness of the black mist monster. She glanced at the tiny crack on the mask, gritted her teeth, and struck it with another sword!
"Crack!"
The crack became larger, and at the same time, an angry breathing sound appeared in Fang Qingrou's ears.
But she didn't care, or rather didn't notice, and raised the giant sword and struck the mask again.
"Bang!"
The mask was completely shattered, and a twisted blood-red face flew out from the remains of the mask with a roar, and then exploded from the air.
An angry emotion appeared in Fang Qingrou's mind, and she suddenly became very angry. She was so angry that she wanted to kill the person who caused her anger on the spot, and that person was... herself
!
"Xiaorou!"
When Lu Qing saw the blood-red face flying out of the mask, an ominous premonition arose in her heart, and almost at the same time she thought this, a burst of information came from the notice board.
[Shanara's anger stemmed from the fact that she had refused to meet the old man because of her anger, so that she was unable to learn about the old man's illness. It was not until the old man passed away that she was swallowed up by boundless anger. At this time,
At this moment, the mask of anger has been removed, but the monster residing in the mask will look for its next target...]
After reading the information on the notice board almost instantly, Lu Qing was shocked. She looked down at Fang Qingrou, who seemed to have lost consciousness and stood blankly on top of the black fog monster.
Only then did Lu Qing understand why this black fog monster was not very strong.
Because the strength of the other party is not the black mist-like body at all, but the mask!
"Damn it."
Lu Qing stamped her feet anxiously. Her position here was too high. Not to mention that she had already used the Florence Eagle card. Even if she had not used it, there was nothing like hay below for her to use the Faith of Faith.
jump.
At this time, Fang Qingrou started to move. She stiffly touched the dagger at her waist. After pulling out the dagger, she moved it little by little towards her neck.
"Grass!"
A curse word burst out from his mouth, and in desperation, a bold idea came to Lu Qing's mind.
He quickly threw the Ripper's flying knives and pierced the inside of two stone pillars respectively. A transparent silk thread was connected to the tail of the two flying knives.
"It must succeed."
Lu Qing muttered nervously, and then threw two more flying knives until all six flying knives were placed on the stone pillars.
It's not that she doesn't want to arrange more, it's just that she can't throw them further down, and time doesn't allow her to continue to arrange them.
"Huff...breathe...huh..."
With his heart beating rapidly, Lu Qing glanced at the frightening height below, exerted force on his feet, and swooped towards the position of the silk thread.
"Xiaorou!"
When jumping up, Lu Qing shouted loudly. Fang Qingrou below, after hearing Lu Qing's voice, suddenly paused with the palm of her hand moving towards her neck.
Stretching out his fingers to hook the silk thread, a resistance came from Lu Qing, which slowed down Lu Qing's fall in the air.
But this was the limit of this silk thread. The next moment, the flying knives inserted at both ends fell from the stone pillars because they could not bear Lu Qing's weight.
Stretching out his hand to grab the next silk thread, and after reducing the speed of his fall again, Lu Qing fell towards the third, which was the last silk thread.
At this time, there was only about 6 meters left from the bottom of the opera house.
"Bang!"
As his body fell down, he quickly rolled up and Lu Qing felt a stuffy feeling in his internal organs.
"Ahem."
After coughing twice, Lu Qing threw out the flying knife in his hand and knocked the dagger out of Fang Qingrou's hand.
The notice board suddenly trembled, and a line of text appeared on the wooden sign of the notice board.
[Dagger throwing skill proficiency increased by 20%!]
[The current skill is: Dagger Throwing 100% (White)]