The dream of this world has big problems

Chapter 120 Dagger Throwing 100%
The monster's movement speed is very slow. Judging from the current performance, it seems that the IQ is also very low, even more mentally handicapped than the beast.

At the very least, beasts will be vigilant, and even smarter ones can even come up with some clever tricks.

However, the monster covered in black mist right now doesn't know if there is such a thing as a head in its body, and it looks like a not-so-intelligent sub.

"almost."

After predicting the position between the chandelier on the top of the opera house and the monster of black mist, Lu Qing threw the tearer throwing knife.

The flying knife pierced the air, and the silk thread at the end was wrapped around the metal rod in the middle of the chandelier. Lu Qing's arm pulled hard, and the sharp silk thread cut off the metal rod immediately.

Originally, she planned to cut off the metal rod directly with a throwing knife, but after thinking about it, Lu Qing decided to pull it off with a silk thread, which is a safer way.

After all, she has never tried the power of throwing a throwing knife with all her strength. If it is a wooden stick, she will not hesitate, but if it is metal.
In Lu Qing's impression, metal is not a fragile object, and she still has no confidence in breaking it with just a throwing knife.

"boom!"

After the metal rod let out a tooth-piercing wailing sound, it was cut by the thread of the Ripper's throwing knife and fell from the air.

The black mist monster that was wriggling hard below couldn't react at all, and was hit from the air by the huge chandelier. After a scream, it was crushed under the metal chandelier.

"Little Rou!"

At this time, there is actually no need to remind, Fang Qingrou was already ready the moment she saw the chandelier fall.

At this time, seeing the black mist monster being hit by the chandelier, he raised the big sword in his hand and rushed up.

"Jump and chop!"

Fang Qingrou jumped up with the cursed sword in hand, and the flat and wide sword slashed firmly on the black mist monster's body, instantly drawing a huge wound.

And just after the cursed sword scratched the black mist monster, a dark gray light suddenly lit up on the sword, representing that the power of the curse had invaded into the wound.

"Attack those masks!" Lu Qing shouted from the crossbar.

The black mist monster was slashed by Fang Qingrou. Although the wound looked hideous, Lu Qing felt that the damage suffered by the other party was not fatal.

In this case, why not try to attack the mask on the opponent's face?

Isn't it like this in general? Weaknesses and so on are all in relatively special positions.

Hearing Lu Qing's words, Fang Qingrou picked up the giant sword again, and then slashed at the blood-red mask closest to her.

"Crack!"

The sharp giant sword hit the mask, and a violent tremor was transmitted along the blade to Fang Qingrou's palm. The mask actually bounced Fang Qingrou's giant sword away!
Feeling the numb hands, Fang Qingrou became even more convinced that this was the black mist monster's weakness. She glanced at the tiny crack on the mask, gritted her teeth, and slashed at it again!

"Crack!"

The crack became bigger, and at the same time, an angry breathing sound appeared in Fang Qingrou's ear.

But she didn't care, or she didn't notice, she raised the giant sword and slashed at the mask again.

"boom!"

The mask was completely shattered, and a distorted blood-red face roared and flew out of the wreckage of the mask, and then exploded from the air.

An angry emotion appeared in Fang Qingrou's mind, she suddenly became very angry, so angry that she wanted to kill the person who caused her anger on the spot, and that person was herself!
"Little Rou!"

When Lu Qing saw the blood-red face flying out of the mask, an ominous premonition arose in her heart, and almost at the same time she thought so, a burst of information came from the notice board.

【Shanara's anger stems from the fact that she has been refusing to meet the old man because of her anger, so that she has not learned the news of the old man's illness. Until the old man died, her boundless anger swallowed her.At this moment, the mask of anger has been removed, but the monster residing in the mask will look for its next target.]

After reading the information on the notice board almost instantly, Lu Qing was startled. She looked down at Fang Qingrou, who seemed to have lost consciousness at this moment, standing blankly on top of the black mist monster.

It wasn't until this moment that Lu Qing understood why the strength of this black mist monster wasn't very strong.

Because the strength of the opponent is not the black mist-like body at all, but the mask!

"damn it."

Lu Qing stamped her feet anxiously, her position here is too high, not to mention that she has already used the Eagle of Florence card, even if she has not used it, there is nothing like hay below for her to use the card of Faith jump.

And at this time, Fang Qingrou from below started to move, her body stiffly touched the short knife at her waist, and after pulling out the short knife, moved it towards the neck little by little.

"Grass!"

A swear word burst out of her mouth, and in desperation, a bold idea rose in Lu Qing's heart.

She quickly threw the Ripper throwing knife out, piercing the inside of the two stone pillars respectively, and a transparent silk thread was connected to the tails of the two flying knives.

"It must be successful."

Lu Qing muttered nervously, and then threw two more throwing knives until all six throwing knives were placed on the stone pillar.

It's not that she doesn't want to arrange more, it's just that she can't throw it in the lower place, and time doesn't allow her to continue to arrange it.

"Breathe. Breathe."

With her heart beating fast, Lu Qing glanced at the frightening height below her, she stepped hard, and her body suddenly flew towards the position of the silk thread.

"Little Rou!"

When jumping up, Lu Qing yelled, and Fang Qingrou below, after hearing Lu Qing's voice, suddenly paused with the palm moved towards the neck.

Stretching out her fingers to hook the silk thread, a resistance came, which slowed down Lu Qing's falling speed in the air.

But this is the limit of this silk thread. The next moment, the flying knives inserted at both ends fell from the stone pillar because they couldn't bear Lu Qing's weight.

Stretching out her hand to grab the next silk thread, and reducing the falling speed again, Lu Qing fell towards the third silk thread, which was the last silk thread.

At this time, there is only about 6 meters of height left from the bottom of the opera house.

"boom!"

While falling down, she rolled up quickly, and Lu Qing felt a stuffy feeling in her internal organs.

"Cough cough."

Coughing twice, Lu Qing threw out the flying knife in her hand, and knocked out the dagger in Fang Qingrou's hand.

The notice board suddenly trembled, and a line of text appeared on the wooden sign of the notice board.

[Dagger throwing skill proficiency increased by 20.00%! 】

[The current skill is: Dagger Throwing 100% (White)]

(End of this chapter)