Doomsday: I travel the world with a wreath from the Goddess School

Looking at the surprised gazes of Feng Qianxue's women, Su Yu smiled and said,

"See what I do?" All sit. Taking

the popcorn in Su Yu's hand, Feng Qianxue said suspiciously: "Husband, aren't you trying to save him?" How..."

"What's the hurry, let's watch a movie first."

Movie???

Soon, the women understood what Su Yu meant by the movie.

In the alley.

Shenma Dongxi's eyes narrowed, revealing a beast-like dangerous aura, looking at the people around him, there was no fear in his eyes.

His gaze fixed on the little old man, "Trust me, you will pay for your greed!"

"Oh, people die for wealth, birds die for food!" Hand over the E-class weapon, it's not something you can finger at! Shenma

Dongxi said no more, tilted his neck and made a 'click' sound.

This is the signal before every time he does it!

Shenma Dongxi did not sprint, but walked step by step, towards dozens of people on the opposite side.

Looking at the several people directly in front of him, his eyes were full of deliberate mockery and defiance.

Shenma Dongxi raised his fist and punched violently, his fist wind roared and his momentum was magnificent.

The crowd dodged.

But only the little old man was very sudden, and took the initiative to put his head into the sandbag-sized fist!

"Bang!"

With a dull blow, the panic on the little old man's face froze.

The wrinkled skin on the face fluctuates and fluctuates, like ripples.

The next moment.

The little old man flew out at great speed, like a cannonball smashing into the wall, only a few teeth mixed with bright red blood beads were still rolling in the air.

Above tall buildings.

A hint of color appeared on the faces of all the women.

"Yu, was that his talent just now?"

Hearing Li Jingyi's question, Su Yu nodded, "Count it on, this is the characteristic that comes with his talent."

"He is an S-class special talent who can hit enemies 100% and can also crit, but this crit is not aimed at the enemy, but at himself."

"That is to say, the attack that comes from his innate energy, unless he has immunity skills, will take the initiative to put his head up to hit him like the old man just now."

"Wow go! Isn't this hanger than my absolute lock?! Shen Yimo's face was full of surprise.

Su Yu shook his head, "It's different, his talent will only take effect when he is in close combat, and if the enemy receives 1 damage, then he himself will also receive 2 damage."

"The damage will return to the place where he sent the attack, and speaking of which, that fist is quite suitable for him."

"This way!" Shen Yimo suddenly lost interest.

Su Yu rubbed her head and smiled: "Do you think this talent is not good?"

"Then you need to say, what about hitting the enemy, but you have to take double the damage, only fools use it."

Tu Jiu'er shook his head and said softly, "If he constantly strengthens his own defenses, then his talent is still very powerful.

All the women nodded, agreeing with Tu Jiuer's idea.

At this time, Su Qingyue put forward a different view.

"He only needs to master the use and timing of power, this talent will be very strong, even stronger than our talent!"

"The use of force? What does that mean? Lin Xiyao blinked her eyes and asked suspiciously.

The corners of Su Yu's mouth raised slightly, and he laughed softly: "Xi Yao, if you don't call another you out, she will definitely know."

Lin Xiyao nodded, and then saw her close her beautiful eyes.

A moment later, Lin Xiyao opened her eyes and smiled:

"Hee, brother Su Yu, the other I said that you lied to her three times, she won't believe your nonsense anymore."

Su Yu pouted and said helplessly: "It's really not interesting, there is no basic trust between people."

Saying that, Su Yu looked into the alley and explained to the women.

"He is really very talented, in simple words, it is a feint."

"Think about it, if you were to use a skill in a battle, and the enemy throws a punch casually, you have to take the blow with your body, and the skill will be interrupted."

"However, this blow is only fluttering, without a little damage, the attack rhythm will be disrupted and flaws will be exposed, and the opponent's next blow can easily kill you without even using talent."

Hearing this, all the women understood.

Looking at Shenma Dongxi's gaze, there was no contempt.

Don't say anything else.

If this talent is used against them, they really have no effective way to deal with it except to distance themselves.

And if this talent is used differently, constantly slapped, the enemy can not dodge, can only passively put his face up to fan him.

The damage is not high, and the insult is very strong.

That's the ability to talk about.

In the alley.

At this time, more than a dozen people have fallen, but the number of people has not decreased in the slightest, but there is a trend of more and more.

Shenma Dongxi was also injured not lightly at this time, and I saw him raise his hand to wipe the blood stains at the corners of his mouth.

When his gaze moved down, he looked at the blood in his palm, and then at the crowd around him.

His face was no longer the usual kindness and gentleness, replaced by a trace of mania and irritability, and his eyes were as sharp and fierce as a fierce tiger.

"Nishihachirama!"

Shenma Dongxi roared angrily and rushed towards the crowd.

There is no flashy move, rushing to the front and back of a person, swinging both fists, wildly hitting the opponent's face and chest, and the fist falls on the opponent's body, making a muffled thunderous sound.

In the face of the enemy's attack, perhaps because the speed was not fast, he did not dodge, but raised his arm to resist.

Even if his arm was already open, he didn't care about it, and successfully killed another person.

He turned his head and rushed through like a tank, knocking one enemy after another away or fanning him down with his fist or slap.

The scene gradually became chaotic, but Shenma Dongxi did not mean to retreat, but became more courageous and crazy.

Obviously, there are no eye-catching gorgeous moves, but from him, you can feel a kind of unspoken strength and confidence.

Simple and crude.

This is how he fights, like a fighting machine.

But unlike ordinary people, there is also a deep, restrained and elegant temperament in him.

The combination of the two, coupled with the punch-to-flesh blow feeling, makes people's blood boil.

In the field.

If Shenma Dongxi chooses to flee at this time, then he has a high probability of escaping.

But in his dictionary, there is no escape!

Looking at the needle on the back of the hand, the toxin in the needle has entered the body, and the entire palm has become dark and is still spreading to the arm.

Shenma Dongxi grinned, revealing a cruel smile, and a touch of coldness and determination flashed in his eyes.

Then he picked up an ordinary large knife that had fallen on the ground, raised his poisoned arm against the wall, and the large knife passed under his armpit.

Then he turned around sharply, and the big knife came out with a bloody flower.

Looking at Shenma Dongxi's battle, Su Yu showed a satisfied smile.

Uncle Ma is worthy of being Uncle Ma.

Once the battle begins, as long as it does not fall, there is absolutely no possibility of retreating.

"Xi Yao, treat him."

"Okay, Brother Su Yu." Lin Xiyao answered, and the white energy condensed in her palm.