Miss, Something’s Wrong With You

The fifth round, ten swords and fourteen targets;

The sixth round, ten swords and twelve targets;

The seventh round, ten swords and thirteen targets......

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As the fixed targets in the front row were smashed one after another, it became more difficult to think about one sword and two targets.

Fortunately, the number of times accumulated in the front is enough. In the ninth round, I finally made up 20 double targets.

Following, all you need is every sword without failing.

For ordinary people, the more the algorithm test goes to the back, the lower the corresponding calculation accuracy may be. Because as the targets on the court become more and more sparse, people's psychological pressure is also gradually increasing.

But Cheng Jinyang does not have this problem, because his ability to withstand stress is very abnormal...If a person has been in the past three years, he will die nearly 10,000 times because of various mistakes. , Then he will probably only have two possibilities, one is a complete mental breakdown, and the other is a battle monster incarnate into a steel mind.

The tenth round, ten swords and ten targets, accurately hit.

The 11th round is still ten swords and ten targets, without a miss!

Originally, there were still some boiling stands, but now it has become absolute silence. Everyone is waiting to see if this Lower Family kid can really reproduce the time when Cheng Zhijie finished playing Fengleiyu alone. The amazing achievements of dragon sword formation.

Even Cheng Clan clansman, whose original face doesn't change, many people can't help but hold their breath and stare at the situation below without blinking.

"Awesome, really amazing." Cheng Yizhou was full of praise, "Even if the last five random targets are all released, the results of 100 swords and 115 targets are amazing."

Cheng Qingxin looked down silently, and suddenly said:

"Start the backup target."

"Huh?" Cheng Yizhou was speechless.

"Raise those 10 spare targets." Cheng Qingxin repeated again.

Ah, this...Cheng Yizhou is still hesitating, but father has already stared in majesty, so he has to reluctantly send a command message to the console, and then suddenly think again. , Could it be that the father found that Cheng Jinyang had retained his hand and wanted to try to force him to use his full strength?

Thinking about it this way, suddenly I have some small expectations.

On the field, Cheng Jinyang face doesn't change again to control the five flying swords. With extremely precise and sharp trajectories, they broke the five remaining fixed targets in the front row.

So there are only five flying swords on hand, and there are only five random moving targets in the last row in front. They suddenly left, suddenly right, up and down suddenly, although the speed is not very fast, but they are also nearly 500 meters away from Cheng Jinyang.

500 meters, it takes a full 10 seconds to fly, which is enough for the moving target to completely leave its original position. In addition, the movement trajectory is irregular, and it is impossible to calculate the advance amount, so what should be done?

"How did Cheng Zhijie break these last five targets?" Xing Yuanzhi asked Clan Elder.

“At that time, Cheng Zhijie developed the ability not long ago. The algorithm only uses Singular Function, which is impossible for irregular targets.” Xing Shuming whispered, “He used a lot of One sword and two targets to save the number of flying swords, the follow-up is to use multiple flying swords to lock the possible movement route without moving targets, so it is not strictly a hundred shots."

"so that's how it is." Xing Yuanzhi nodded, thinking to himself that Jinyang only has five flying swords left, and there are five moving targets on the opposite side. Isn't following luck just a matter of luck?

Such thoughts came to my mind, and suddenly I heard exclamations from the surrounding people.

I saw another ten fixed targets rise in front of five irregular targets on the shooting range.

"Five swords against fifteen targets, do you want him to break three with one?" On the Wang Clan stand, Cui Jinqi said with a smile, "It seems that Divine Capital Cheng Clan really intends to kill him Strongly launched, as a rookie in the family?"

"Perhaps." Wang Wanrou calmly drinks tea.

"Let me say it." Wang Xinzhi sighed, "Aren't you in a good relationship? Can you not speak so obscurely? I'm tired of listening to the side."

" Wanrou." Cui Jinqi said with a smile, "Are your brother and you siblings?"

"Yes." Wang Wanrou also responded with a smile, "Can't you see it?"

I understand this, I think I am not as smart as the younger sister! Wang Xinzhi turned black and ignored her.

On the test site, Cheng Jinyang frowned and looked at the fifteen targets in front of him, thinking slightly.

I have hit the last five targets. You suddenly raised ten targets for me. Are you entertaining me?

Whether it is tolerable or unbearable, it seems that I can only come up with my last trick!

He suddenly opened his right hand, and the last five flying swords in the box rushed out, hurriedly flying towards the distant shooting range.

"Wrong!" Cheng Clan yelled out of the stand, Cheng Yizhou vision freezes.

Flying sword hasn't flown through halftime, the five irregular targets have already left their original positions, as if they were impossible.

Gravity’s Ninth Grade Ability User has a control distance of up to 2 meters from the surrounding mass source, so once these flying swords are shot 2 meters away, the Ability User can’t adjust the algorithm anymore.

The last five flying swords smashed five fixed targets at most, but after all, they couldn't get full marks.

Although he knew that such a result was reasonable, Cheng Yizhou was still a little bit disappointed and regretful, and suddenly heard a sigh that seemed like nothingness sounded beside him.

Father, sighing?

Next, the expression on Cheng Yizhou's face was instantly sluggish.

The five flying swords that fired at the shooting range slowed down while breaking through the five fixed targets, and then flew back straight back in the direction of Cheng Jinyang in an arc of reverse acceleration.

That is...【Boomerang】Algorithm!

Unbelievable thoughts passed through his mind.

[Boomerang] algorithm, compared with the most basic [Iron Controlling Shooting] algorithm, although it only uses one more Time Function, its complexity is much higher than the latter.

Even if it is placed in Divine Capital Cheng Clan, for the children of the Cheng Family of Brain Territorial Development, this algorithm can only be practiced after officially entering the Eighth Grade.

The reason is simple, Iron Controlling Shooting is to smash the mass source at the opponent, while Boomerang is to smash the mass source at the opponent, and then fly in the opposite direction to recover... Essentially, it is smashed at oneself. .

If you smashed at the opponent, you made a mistake by accident, it was nothing more than you missed the shot; if you smashed at oneself, you made a mistake, and you might have to pay the price of an arm or a leg. After all, the mass source controlled by gravity is basically not a safe thing.

So who taught him such a dangerous algorithm? ! He dare to use it without going through Brain Territorial Development! ! !

Under the impact of extreme confusion and shock, Cheng Yizhou saw the five-handed flying sword fly back upside down again, quickly passing by the left and right sides of Cheng Jinyang, then decelerated again and changed direction again. Shot at the shooting range ahead.

Without a flying sword piercing or cutting his body, all the flying swords passed him just right, and at the same time they were re-applied with a new algorithm, slowing down again, Accelerate, moved towards the shooting range ahead and fire again.

And he stood in place calmly and calmly, with a calm expression and no grave expression, facing wave after wave of sharp flying sword at the own sharp flying sword, without even blinking his eyes.

On the Xing Clan stand, Xing Yuanzhi rarely lost self-control and stood up strangely.

Those five flying swords that constantly shuttled back and forth between Cheng Jinyang and the shooting range reminded her of the scene of watching the whole night in a nightmare last night:

Car shells constantly swinging back and forth in the alley.