It’s not that I’ve never been at a disadvantage, but those were all overpowered by the opponent’s attributes or skills.
Groups of enemies in "Wushuang" are usually battle formations composed of soldiers. Wang Yiyuan possesses the magical skill of "Breaking Formation", so he is never afraid of fighting one against many.
But these [inner demons] don't play by the rules.
I am your enemy! You should be brave enough to rush forward and fight me, a gangster!
What's wrong with flying my kite!
Not only that, those filthy things were running away in all directions, while making harsh noises from their mouths... and exhaling fragrance.
"Come and catch me! If you catch me, I'll let you fuck!"
"Hey! Can't hit! Can't hit! Can't hit!"
"That's it? This is the fighting power of Da Sikong Wang Yiyuan? That's it, this is it?"
"No way, no way, no way!"
...The above elegant and easy-going content is kindly provided by the 25 guys who work for the tiger.
Very angry.
In the last chapter, a reader asked - why not use [Unparalleled Skill: Dragon Transformation] in this kind of scene?
We use the elimination method. First of all, it is definitely not the author who has forgotten the ball.
"Wushuang" has a collision volume. After transforming into a dragon, the attack efficiency is indeed higher - but now it is 1 vs. 20,000. Once transformed, more monsters can attack Wang Yiyuan's body.
As the saying goes, if there are many ants, the elephant will be killed.
What's more, these are not ants, but more than 20,000 ferocious monsters.
But it's okay.
The purpose of these [inner demons] is just to trap Wang Yiyuan.
Surrounded by various negative states, Wang Yiyuan felt like his body was filled with thousands of pounds of lead water. Every step he took required all his strength, but his hands waving [Yue Yue] were not affected in any way.
If any monster dares to rush towards it without any eyesight, it will be chopped into two pieces with just one strike.
The two sides were in a stalemate, and for a while no one could do anything to the other.
"Come here!"
"I won't come over!"
"hetui!"
"hetui!tui!tui!"
Ahem, again, the momentum cannot be lost.
"Young man is still too young."
Dense and endless monsters were close at hand, but Wang Yiyuan was unable to move even an inch under the layers of negative conditions.
Do you really think that my majestic Sikong Wang Yiyuan can do nothing but rush in and slash?
With a sneer on his face, he took out a precious eagle longbow from his backpack and set up an iron arrow as thick as his thumb.
I, Wang Yiyuan, am a master of swords and bows.
Draw the bow, aim, and shoot.
"Whoosh"!
Then I saw the iron arrow shooting out of the air, flying towards the endless [Inner Demon] monsters around...and then flying past the head of the nearest [Inner Demon: Confusion].
Shot...missed?
But I saw the iron arrow flying a few feet further, but it hit an empty place and stopped.
"oops!"
With a scream, a wisp of blood burst out in the air, and a muscular figure gradually appeared. With a look of disbelief on his face, he fell to the ground with a "thud", and on his forehead, that figure
Tie Ya's tail feathers trembled endlessly.
"Huh? What is this?"
"Labour and management are indeed sharpshooters!"
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A little accident happened.
We mentioned in the last article that due to Wang Yiyuan's activity, Zhang Jiao's plan to completely resurrect Zhang Jiao was greatly hindered.
Therefore, Zhang Jiao, who had become a demon, decided to send a killer to remove this thorn in his side.
Fortunately, No. 25 Chai No. 1 became the executor of this plan.
No. 25 No. 1, male, name unknown (the author is too lazy to remember), is a newbie who has just been exposed to "Wushuang" for a short time - the prerequisite for joining the black Zhang Jiao camp is to be in Zhang Jiao's spiritual world
He was killed in battle and had his soul imprisoned. He was able to overturn when faced with a deputy general-level mini-boss. One can imagine his combat effectiveness.
But from the moment No. 25 No. 1 was selected by Zhang Jiao, his fate changed.
With just one finger, the little weakling was transformed into a tall and mighty yellow turban warrior.
Not only is he powerful enough to rival third-rate generals, but the key is - he can also become invisible.
Wang Yiyuan's energy attribute is so strong that a third-rate general has almost no chance of defeating him.
But if there are tens of thousands of lieutenant-level mini-boss to help attract firepower, and then hide their bodies and approach quietly from behind - the outcome is still uncertain.
However, everything planned was completely ruined by this sudden arrow.
Unfortunately, what Wang Yiyuan just aimed at was definitely the [Inner Demon·Power] that was showing off its power in front of him.
But just when he was readying his bow and arrow, he wanted to teach this arrogant little thing a lesson.
Just when he was about to let go of the bowstring - suddenly, his body turned in a large circle involuntarily, and the arrow pointed in a different direction, completely opposite to the original one.
[Greed]: Your attack will be subconsciously deflected to the target closest to you.
In melee combat, this is a very disgusting negative effect.
You originally wanted to hit this one, but the weapon automatically flipped and hit another one, which can easily cause the player to lose the rhythm of the battle.
The same is true for remote attacks in theory.
The attack was deflected because the [Inner Demon·Confusion] behind him was slightly a foot and a half farther away than the [Inner Demon·Power] in front of him.
Due to the sudden rotation, Wang Yiyuan's already unskilled shooting skills were overturned and deformed again. The arrow finally broke away from its original target and passed by the [Inner Demon]'s body crookedly.
At this time, a sneaking, strong twenty-five-year-old boy was approaching quietly with his back bent.
When he raised his head, he saw an iron arrow as thick as a thumb shooting towards his face.
“Puff!”
Under the [Armor Breaking] effect of the [Shooting Sun] longbow, the iron arrow penetrated three inches into the forehead of the yellow scarf warrior.
Killed with one blow.
As the saying goes, you will die before you leave the army.
"Poof!"
Don't get me wrong, this sound has nothing to do with the arrow shot just now.
In that nihilistic spiritual world, the shoulders of the old man in yellow who had bowed his head and pretended to be dead trembled for an instant, but then returned to his calm appearance.
The already darkened face of the black-clothed old man who was stepping on the black dragon turned even darker. His face was no longer as arrogant as it was at the beginning, but now more embarrassment and anger.
"why are you laughing?"
"I'm not laughing."
"You obviously laughed!"
"Uh... I thought of something happy."
...ahem.
In another part of the spiritual world, where the young men gathered, the faces of the black-clothed and angular faces were so gloomy that they were about to drip with water.
I saw that his robe was moving without any wind, almost breaking his teeth.