My Skills Are A Bit Brutal

"You have been playing for a while..., it doesn't matter if you play for a while, anyway...I think you are very happy to pick up the knife."

Regarding Wang Yang's furious look at this moment, Jiang Xiaobai completely ignored it, but replied neither salty nor indifferent.

Wang Yang really wants to say ""

But I also know that if Jiang Xiaobai is not resolved now, it is impossible for him to leave at all.

After thinking about it, Wang Yang's heart was cruel.

Noting Wang Yang's movements, Jiang Xiaobai raised his brows lightly, and the flying knife that he took out of the space ring in his hand was already flicked next to him.

"NS"

In the next moment, looking at the flying knife thrown from Jiang Xiaobai's hand, Wang Yang cursed in his heart, but the whole person involuntarily threw the flying knife in his hand on the ground, and turned towards the flying knife that was moving in the air. .

"Oh, after picking up the blade once, the next time it hits the skill, it will automatically throw the previously caught blade on the ground...!"

Looking at the flying knife thrown on the ground by Wang Yang, Jiang Xiaobai raised his eyebrows slightly.

But it's right to think about it.Seeing that every time Wang Yang takes the blade with his bare hands, it is exactly the same as the character in the animation in the previous life.Every time, he kneels on one knee and puts his hands together, completely holding the blade with his palms.

If there were other weapons in his hand, he would definitely not be able to do such an action.

Therefore, practice is the only criterion for witnessing the truth.

Just like at this moment, only by constantly using skills and not only observing, can Jiang Xiaobai be able to more easily understand the reaction of the target after he has acquired his skills, and he has a better understanding of the effects of the skills.

When Jiang Xiaobai felt that this time of tossing for so long had not been in vain, on the other side, at this moment, Wang Yang had already caught the white blade empty-handed again.

But after taking the flying knife intact, Wang Yang didn't have any excitement or happiness in his heart, but only anger.

At this moment, Wang Yang suddenly felt like a dog.

The flying knife in Jiang Xiaobai's hand is like a fragrant bone.

This feeling of being manipulated and completely unable to control himself made Wang Yang feel depressed and want to vomit blood.

Afterwards, whenever Wang Yang had the thought of fleeing or dealing with Jiang Xiaobai, he could see a cold light flashing from Jiang Xiaobai's side.

And Wang Yang over there just...like a dog that smelled the meat, rushed over.

By now, Wang Yang had stopped talking, just watched Jiang Xiaobai throw the flying knife in his hand without saying a word.

At this moment, Wang Yang can basically feel it, as long as Jiang Xiaobai on the opposite side does not use a flying knife, he will not be affected and forcibly pick up the blade empty-handed.

So, now Wang Yang's idea is very simple, wait.

After Jiang Xiaobai lost all the parts he bought at that time, it was his own opportunity.

Thinking about it, when Wang Yang's gaze swept towards Jiang Xiaobai, his eyes were filled with death.

"Puffing"

With beautiful thoughts in her heart, her body couldn't help kneeling on the ground.

"NS"

Kneeling on the ground again, Wang Yang cursed in his heart, and then the strong killing intent was suppressed.

During this period of time, Wang Yang also found that as long as he had a murderous heart, he would easily kneel on the ground.

Being teased like this, but because of his own problems, he has to forcefully suppress the killing intent and hatred in his heart.

It's like being beaten and having to laugh.

Even when he hadn't awakened to face the bullying of other classmates before, Wang Yang had never been as depressed as he is now.

Staring fiercely at the flying knife thrown out every few seconds in Jiang Xiaobai's hand, Wang Yang kept counting in his heart.

But don't wait: Wang Yang thought a lot in his heart, with a flash of cold light in the air, Wang Yang has spontaneously moved again.

At the same time, Jiang Xiaobai, who was standing in place, looked at Wang Yang’s situation over there and discovered something new.

The effects of his skills are all affected by the strength of the target.

If facing Xu Yan, even if it is a skill, the time that affects Xu Yan is only an instant, and Xu Yan will be adjusted almost immediately.

But if it was Wang Yang, it took about three seconds to kneel down several times before: time can stand up again.

But if Wang Yang knelt down and threw the flying knife immediately, Wang Yang's three-second pause would be directly interrupted.

0 In other words, several of your own skills can interfere with the effects of other skills.

While thinking about it, Jiang Xiaobai also unconsciously threw the flying knife at will.

"fifteen"

"sixteen"

"Seventeen"

"Eighteen, coming soon, there are only two! Boy, don't think I don't know. You only bought twenty throwing knives before you used them, and there are two others. Laozi must make you look good at that time."

Once again catching the white blade empty-handed, Wang Yang's gaze was placed in Jiang Xiaobai's hand, and his tone was extremely cold.

From the beginning to the present, it has been a full three minutes. In a dozen consecutive knees and knees, and more than a dozen knees, Wang Yang's trousers have been worn out in the position of the knee.

...If it hadn't been for the belief that he could escape in his heart, Wang Yang would have lost his sanity a long time ago in this irritating situation.

Here, listening to Wang Yang's faintly angry words and noticing the obvious joy and excitement in Wang Yang's eyes, Jiang Xiaobai smiled gently.

There was a flying knife in his hand and fluttered to the side.

Seeing the flying knife passing through the air, at this moment, Wang Yang was approaching the flying knife, thinking that Jiang Xiaobai only had the last flying knife left. A feeling of suffocation at last.

However, when Wang Yang raised his head and looked at Jiang Xiaobai sternly, the smile on his face instantly stiffened.

Not for anything else, just because the blood-red little milk dog who should have been on Jiang Xiaobai's shoulder at this moment does not know when it has already left Jiang Xiaobai's shoulder.

At this moment, with a few flying knives that didn't open the front in his mouth, he returned to Jiang Xiaobai's face without a rush.

Slightly squatted down and took the recovered flying knives in his hands. Jiang Xiaobai grinned at Wang Yang over there, "It looks like we can continue to play. A while..."

"I'm still playing you numb!"

This situation and this scene were imprinted in his eyes, and Wang Yang's body could not help but tremble.The star power in his body was a bit riot at this moment, making Wang Yang's affection uncontrollably spouting a mouthful of old blood.

This is really so angry that he vomits blood B.

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