Regarding Wushuang, the skill with the same name as the game, the official method of obtaining it has been unclear.
As Wang Yiyuan, who may be the first person in the game to master this skill, he was actually a little confused about the process of understanding the unparalleled skill at that time.
I vaguely remember seeing that Ma Yuanyi was about to escape successfully, and the cooked duck was about to fly. When he got anxious and got angry, he used Wushuang as if it came naturally.
Obviously, the giant shield guy opposite me is in a similar situation to myself.
The obsession to win occupied the entire brain, but inadvertently opened up the Ren and Du channels.
[Running Bull Style]
Unparalleled skills: can be activated regardless of physical condition (except floating). When activated, you will be temporarily invincible and forced to be immune to all control effects.
Skill description: Raise the shield to charge at the target within a short distance in front, knocking up all enemies along the way, and launch a powerful shield attack on the last enemy on the way to stun them.
The giant shield and the broadsword collided together, and a powerful shock wave erupted, directly knocking away all the other Yellow Turban players attacking from all around.
After comprehending the unparalleled skills, the strength of the King of Kings has become very close to that of Wang Yiyuan after the bonus. The two weapons were intertwined, but they were directly in a stalemate.
Wrestling!
when!
The two separated their weapons, Wang Yiyuan took half a step back, and Wang Zhongwang took three steps back.
Wang Yiyuan was secretly frightened. His family knew his own affairs well. He seemed to have the upper hand, but in fact it was because of the advantage brought by the strong wind. In fact, the confrontation just now was evenly matched between the two sides.
If the outcome of the wrestling match is close, the unparalleled skills of both sides will cancel each other out.
Seeing that the attack was ineffective, the King of Kings rushed forward with his shield again, and fought with Wang Yiyuan and Wang Yiyuan.
The shield technique emphasizes defense instead of attack. There are fangs on both sides of the iron shield that can block the thrusts of swords or spears and wait for opportunities to disarm. The shield is wide and has upper and lower blades. The attack is mainly collision, squeezing the attack range of other weapons.
What I just said is a bit complicated, but to translate it is, squeeze into a small fighting space to fight, so that your weapons cannot be used, and then use wide weapons and rich fighting experience to defeat you.
Wang Yiyuan's broadsword emphasizes wide opening and closing, and it is very restrained by this type of weapon. Once it is blocked and cannot be used, all Wang Yiyuan can do is use the king's eight fists to fight the enemy.
Fortunately, there is wind.
We have said before that Wushuang is a large-scale fantasy game of the Three Kingdoms that is very scientific (I always feel that there is something wrong with this sentence), and everything is based on the basic laws.
The shape of the giant shield determines that he will have a larger contact surface with the air when fighting in strong winds. According to the pressure formula p=f/s, during the entire battle, the king of kings is equivalent to an extra enemy fighting against each other.
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In battle, the unparalleled skill is not that obvious due to the rules setting problem, but in the battle of weapons, the king of weapons feels like his arm is entangled by a annoying little goblin, and he can only use eight out of ten points.
Wang Yiyuan didn't understand what was happening on the other side, but that didn't stop him from taking advantage of the situation and beating up the drowned dog.
You are very strong, but it is a pity that you met me. Ask yourself, are you lucky today?
It's a villainous statement, but it's very effective in showing off.
For a moment, Wang Yiyuan's sword suddenly exerted force, knocking back the opponent again. Then he turned the sword and used a whirlwind strike known as the "Big Windmill".
With the help of the wind, several yellow scarf players who gathered around were once again forced back by the force of the sword. One of them, who was unlucky, was cut in the throat on the spot and died on the spot.
Everyone was shocked, and for a moment they all shrank back and did not dare to step forward.
It was late at night in real life, and not all the Yellow Turban players on the opposite side were online, but there were still nearly two hundred people participating in the siege, and among them was a giant shield player who just mentioned the unparalleled heat.
More than ten minutes have passed since the battle. Wang Yiyuan has repelled nearly twenty sieges from players, leaving more than a dozen corpses behind. Wang Yiyuan did not move his feet at all.
Of course, it's not because Wang Yiyuan wants to show off or anything else, but because once he leaves his current position, the upwind advantage brought by the strong wind will be lost.
Wang Yiyuan was riding a tiger with difficulty at this time.
If it weren't for the strong wind and favorable location, Wang Yiyuan would probably have been eaten alive by a pack of jackals on the opposite side. He didn't even dare to chase after the enemy after knocking him away.
Especially the giant shield player, whose strength was on par with mine, and as if he and I had some grudge against him for killing his father, he tried his best to attack him over and over again.
"Three, two, one! Come again!"
The accumulation speed of one-to-many musou is much faster than that of many-to-one. The king of kings' musou gauge has just accumulated to one-third, and Wang Yiyuan's second musou is good again.
[Drag Knife Style] The built-in movement speed is extremely fast, and he rushes to the king of kings in the blink of an eye. This is the only player who can truly threaten Wang Yiyuan, so he must be dealt with quickly!
The upward judgment of the Wushuang skill is extremely strong. Even though the King of Kings had raised his shield in time to block, he was still picked up by the sword.
As a poor player, the King of Kings has invested all his wealth in this sophisticated shield in his hand. Although he is not naked, he only has ordinary-level tattered armor.
This kind of inferior armor obviously couldn't withstand Wang Yiyuan's stormy slashes.
"Haha, give it! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"
Wang Yiyuan fell to the ground with the knife, but the dead body of the king of kings was hit heavily on the ground.
As usual, Wang Yiyuan struck a pose.
"You can't go away if you are ashamed of your enemies..."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! The little thief is going to take his life!"
Before Wang Yiyuan could finish showing off, a large iron gun as thick as a bowl was thrust at Wang Yiyuan. Wang Yiyuan had to turn over to avoid it, and the gun hit the ground and penetrated the ground for more than a foot.
Before Wang Yiyuan could breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly raised his spear and directly brought up a piece of earth and rocks on the ground. The force of the flying rocks was so great that it caused a bruise on his body.
Well, because this game has no HP design, there will really be bruises and scars.
The big spear was like a maggot attached to the bone, and it stabbed Wang Yiyuan again.
Wang Yiyuan's body was not stable, so he had to roll on the spot again and retreat a few meters.
The big gun followed again, and Wang Yiyuan raised his sword and tried to parry.
The tip of the gun was just touching the handle of the knife. Wang Yiyuan felt as if he was hit by a speeding train, and the handle of the big knife in his hand was bent into an exaggerated arc.
In an instant, Wang Yiyuan's game character spat out a mouthful of blood, flew backwards, and fell heavily to the ground.
Fifteen minutes have passed.
On the horizon, the strong wind finally stopped, but the camp fire was still burning, and there were figures of Yellow Turban soldiers fighting the fire or fleeing in all directions.
The Yellow Turban camp came to surround and kill about a third of the players, and the rest looked like they were all injured.
In the light of the fire, a yellow turban general with a height of more than eight feet, a yellow face and a short beard came out holding a big gun. It was the Yellow turban Yingchuanqu Shuaibocai who had dealt with him in the tent.
He looked around the entire audience with his eyes and snorted coldly:
"waste."
Then he raised his iron gun and pointed it at Wang Yiyuan who was lying on the ground.
"Hand over [Calling Rain] and keep your whole body."