Feng Xiao curled his lips and said calmly: "Poor clown. If I wanted to kill you, you would have died eight hundred times just now. I'm really glad that I didn't step on you to death before you became arrogant, because your money shield …Tsk, tsk, it’s really a good skill. This seems to be your first time to activate it. Because...” A sarcastic smile appeared on Feng Xiao’s lips: “Once this skill is activated, it cannot be canceled for life.”
Seeing a look of astonishment on Xiao Dao's face, Feng Xiao continued: "What a sad skill. From today on, you may not even dare to fight monsters. If you are touched by a slightly stronger monster, you will lose a few pieces." Thousands of gold coins. Even if you have more gold coins, it seems you can’t afford such consumption.”
Xiao Dao was stunned for a moment, then sneered disdainfully: "Although I don't understand how you know, but so what if you know? Hehe, with my current strength, level is completely useless to me. Still Is it necessary to fight monsters and upgrade?"
Use money as life and use money as attack. In the situation where the money shield cannot be cancelled, levels are no longer useful or necessary.
"Really..." Feng Xiao raised his right hand, holding a huge golden bow in his hand, and at the same time, a green arrow was formed on the golden bowstring. "The gold coins you have on you should belong to the entire Soul Exterminator Gang. The Bird Emperor of Japan is really willing to allocate so much money to support an organization in China. But... if all the money you have on you will be gone in the blink of an eye. I'm speechless... Tsk, a lot of people's faces must be ugly."
Xiaodao's expression changed, and then he laughed wildly: "Hahahaha... Shura, you are not so naive as to think you can defeat me, are you? Ridiculous! It's so ridiculous!!"
A clock that was so small that it did not attract anyone's attention was formed on the head of the knife and rotated one step in the opposite direction. And the same clock moved one space in time on Feng Xiao's head.
Xiaodao's hand was filled with gold coins. No one but himself knew how much that was. Maybe ten thousand, maybe one hundred thousand, or even one million. He glanced at the audience with an arrogant expression, as if he was making a final demonstration before ending the battle, unaware that his movements had become strangely slow in the eyes of others.
"Your Chinese War Zone will forever become the laughing stock of Japan and the whole world, hahahahahaha... Shura! Go to hell!"
The slow and piercing voice provoked overwhelming abuse and even more intense shouting. As the golden light in the hand of the knife was thrown, screams and nervous shouts resounded throughout the audience. Everyone's eyes widened and their whole bodies twitched nervously... Shura must not be defeated! ! !
A strange smile appeared on Feng Xiao's lips, and there was even a hint of relief in the smile. The moment the knife waved his hand, he clearly captured the skill information of "Money Throw", and the last bit of stress in his heart disappeared.
20m throwing distance...cut!
The knife's ability to sense time is reduced by 30%. Even the skills he used were slowed down by 30%. In Feng Xiao's eyes, the flying speed of the golden coins was as fast as the stones thrown by a three-year-old child, without any threat at all. He rushed towards the direction of the flying gold coin with a look of disdain. When the gold coin was about to touch his body, he turned around and avoided it. In an instant, he was in front of the knife before he could take his hand back.
Snapped! !
The loud slap hit Xiaodao's face hard, surprisingly loud. The arena fell silent for a moment, followed by boiling cheers and exaggerated shouts everywhere. When Shura slapped Tiansha Fengyun to death, all they felt was intolerance, silence, and even a little fear. The same slap on the Japanese dogs made them so happy that they almost couldn't help but jump up.
"Hahahaha... Good fight! Good fight!"
"Shura! Slap him to death! Let the fucking little Japanese dog become arrogant."
"Shura! Well done! Well done!!"
Perhaps due to excessive force, Feng Xiao still felt a dull pain in his right hand even through the rigid gauntlet. He shook his wrist in displeasure, glanced at Xiaodao, who was beaten 720 degrees and was completely stunned, and spoke with disdain. Said: "I don't really like others to be arrogant in front of me."
This loud slap seemed to hit all the Japanese players in the face, making their faces look extremely ugly in an instant.
The force that almost slapped his entire head off made Xiaodao's mind go completely blank, and he couldn't even hear the punishment sound in his ears. When he finally reacted and sneered at Shang Fengxiao, his face showed the same terrifying ferocity as Tiansha Fengyun. He finally personally understood the kind of humiliation Tiansha Fengyun had suffered before. The difference is that Tiansha Fengyun was humiliated in front of all Chinese players, but he was humiliated in front of all China, all Japan, and even the whole world! ! And the arrogant and cruel words he made before were now slapped hard in public, and the humiliation and irony were magnified countless times.
"Ah!! Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell!!!"
More than one million gold coins were thrown out crazily by the knife, and the attack range blocked almost all directions in front of him. The moment Feng Xiao made a move, he had already shot out a Shura thorn to immobilize his shadow, and then moved to thirty meters away in the blink of an eye. With a move of his right hand, the violent "Storm Arrow" hit him. Mercilessly shoot the gold coins through the sky towards the knife.
Feng Xiao can currently shoot six arrows in one second, and this "one second" is relative to the time he can sense. In the eyes of ordinary people, he shoots eight arrows per second. But in Xiao Daoyan's eyes... eleven arrows!
-19995, -40252, -40882, -39984, -20002, -40223…
The dazzling golden numbers floated like raindrops on the head of the knife, each number representing the money he had lost. That huge number shocked China and made the world tremble. Then, even louder cheers flooded the arena.
From this moment on, the world finally began to re-evaluate the strength of Chinese Shura. Because in that stormy arrow, the damage caused by Shura per second was about... more than 200,000!
There was nothing better than the feeling of being ravaged by the strong wind. After being completely frantic and throwing money at the knife several times, he finally realized that the distance between him and Shura was too far. As he rushed forward, he found that his body was being pulled tightly by an irresistible force. He was startled and began to struggle hard, trying his best to break free from the shackles of the fixation. But the magical fixing skill can even freeze a fairy beast for more than ten seconds, let alone a small level 52 assassin.
"The boss is really going to smash all his gold coins. Hehe, it's so lewd!" Xiao Tian laughed with a cheerful expression, but then thought of something again and murmured: "But, if that Japanese What should I do if Xiaodao can't bear it anymore and surrenders? These Japanese people are born with a mean nature in their bones... "
"Everyone, look at the money rankings!"
Without being reminded by others, most people had already opened the money ranking list and watched with excitement as the number seven on the top of the list dropped rapidly. In 30 seconds, Xiaodao finally got rid of the shackles of fixation, but his money dropped by more than 7 million!
Terrifying numbers, numbers that shocked the world, numbers that made Chinese players almost unable to help shouting.
The storm is still raging, and the golden numbers are still tumbling. Xiaodao slapped himself hard, forcing himself to calm down. He has 250 million lives and an attack that can definitely kill him instantly. How could he be defeated? How could he be defeated!
However, what made his heart become colder and colder was that although he was freed from the shackles of that power, his body was frequently repelled by the crazy arrows, no matter how hard he dodged or tried to rush forward. , were unable to do so. As his body retreated in the rain of arrows, cold sweat finally began to break out on his body. His previously inflated self-confidence began to waver, and uneasiness quickly grew in his heart. His invincible attack power was sadly useless in front of Shura!
Feng Xiao continued to launch the storm arrows with an expressionless face, locking his body tightly and not giving him any possibility of escape. As Xiao Dao's body was knocked back, he moved forward, not giving him a chance to escape the attack range of the storm arrow. Until he was forced to the edge of the arena, nailed to the invisible barrier and unable to retreat.
Miehun's expression became more and more gloomy. He picked up the intercom and said viciously: "What are you doing!! Rush over to me and kill him in seconds!!"
"I do not know what to do… "
Miehun felt a chill in his heart, and he finally realized that he had underestimated Shura too much. The development of things has deviated far from the trajectory they expected.
The attack range of storm arrows is up to 50 meters, and due to Feng Xiao's super luck, almost every two arrows are enough to trigger a knockback effect, and the critical hit rate is as high as over 50%. The tightly locked knife tried countless times, but sadly found that it was extremely difficult to move even a little bit, let alone break away. The body that was completely locked on the barrier was completely involuntary.