Fantasy Westward Journey: The Strongest Crossing

Chapter 175 The Scholar in White
"click~"

The shield warrior's left arm grabbed Zhao Bohao's right leg like a spirit snake, and threw him directly onto the wall of the space.

"My old waist~"

Zhao Bohao rubbed his waist and stood up slowly. He was a little frustrated when he saw the giant shield warrior who couldn't get in. How can he break through~
"Host, time is running out, come on."

The bone elf sensed Zhao Bohao's frustration, and quickly cheered him up.

"Fight it~ Double Dragons come out of the water."

Zhao Bohao's two fists flew together, and two ferocious fighting dragons appeared in an instant, directly blasting towards the giant shield warrior in the distance, and he also turned into a frightened dragon and followed closely behind the two dragons coming out of the water.

"Boom"

The shield warrior danced wildly with his huge shield, directly smashing the two fighting dragons into pieces, but Zhao Bohao, who followed closely behind, punched the yellow dragon directly, and punched the giant shield warrior on the head.

"boom"

Not to be outdone, the giant shield warrior hit his fist hard with his head.

"Nima~"

Zhao Bohao was knocked out by the unparalleled force, but he immediately flipped and fell to the ground.

"Ding dong~ It's time to attack. Since the Giant Shield Warrior has not been defeated, the system will start to calculate the host's effective score."

As soon as the system finished speaking, the giant shield warrior turned into a rainbow of blood and disappeared before Zhao Bohao's eyes.

"Ding dong~ The effective number of attacks for the host is 1, so the attack training experience will be increased by 1 points, and the current level is 1/150."

"Damn it, I was beaten for 10 minutes before I got some practice experience? Bone Elf, I need an explanation."

Zhao Bohao was stunned and shouted at the bone elf.

"Who told you to be so stupid? In 10 minutes, except for the last hit, everything else was blocked, so you only have a little practice experience. Of course, if you put this into defense practice, it will be high. whee."

The bone elf was just a crowd of ice-cream eaters watching the excitement, mocking and laughing at Zhao Bohao.

"Damn~ what kind of elf are you, I ask for a replacement."

After hearing what the bone elf said, Zhao Bohao felt a pain in his balls. What the hell is this?

"Impossible, host, please appoint, what are you going to do next?"

The bone elf gave Zhao Bohao a blank look, and then looked fearless.

"I still want to continue this attack strength training."

Zhao Bohao thought for a while and decided to get up from where he fell, but the bone elf simply shook his head, and then tapped the black attack strength training option with his finger.

"Then attack skills training, this can always be done~"

Zhao Bohao thought for a moment and then turned his attention to another option.

"Ding dong~ The host chooses attack skills to practice, and the training begins."

When the system sounded, the world was dimmed, and a white light pierced through the sky, horizontally in front of Zhao Bohao.

I saw that man dressed in white, with a handsome face, and a forsythia long sword on his back, looking majestic.

"Ding dong~ Please fight with the white-clothed scribe for 10 minutes. If you can defeat him, your cultivation level will increase by one level. If you fail to defeat him, it will be decided according to the host's attacking skills."

"09:59"

"09:58"

"Host, please draw your sword."

The scribe in white smiled slightly and reminded Zhao Bohao.

"Draw a sword?"

As soon as Zhao Bohao finished speaking, the Cold Sword appeared directly in his palm, and a gust of icy air swept out from it.

"What a sword, clear as water, cold as ice, what a sword~"

The scribe in white made a move with his hand, and the long sword came out of its sheath automatically, and the sword energy burst like a silver bottle, spreading in all directions.

"Host, skill training is skill training, so I will seal your fighting spirit and ability."

The scribe in white pointed with his hand, and countless sword energy emerged from the long sword again, turning into a huge seal and melting into Zhao Bohao's body.

In an instant, Zhao Bohao felt that all his fighting spirit had disappeared, leaving only his strong physical strength which he could freely use.

"If you don't use energy, you don't need energy. Look at Xiaoye's chaotic cloak swordsmanship."''

Zhao Bohao was open-minded. Since his fighting spirit was blocked, he should fight.

Changing Cold Sword turned into four shapes in the hands of bluffing Zhao Bohao, sometimes slashing like an axe, sometimes slashing like a long knife, and even more sweeping like a long stick.

The scribe in white looked more and more angry, and the more angry he looked, the more he looked at it, and finally couldn't take it anymore, and swung his long sword to block Zhao Bohao's cold-changing sword.

"That's not how swords are used."

The scribe in white roared at Zhao Bohao.

"I know~"

Zhao Bohao replied quite naturally.

"Then why do you still put on such an ugly sword posture?"

Now it was the white-clothed scribe's turn to be surprised. What the hell, even if he knew it, he would be like this.

"Because I don't know how to move swords at all~"

Zhao Bohao spread his hands helplessly, knowing that a quasi-jianmen disciple doesn't know how to use sword moves, if he speaks out, Xie Sanfeng will probably be laughed to death by the world.

"Since this is the case, then you can watch me dance a self-created spring and autumn sword gesture."

After finishing speaking, the scribe in white shook his long sword, and began to perform his spring and autumn sword posture.

All of a sudden, the figure was flying, and the sword was shining, and the sword gesture of the white-clothed scribe revealed the thickness and rigor of history. Every move concealed the flaws very deeply. In the eyes of laymen, he was like a dancer, dancing gracefully. Like flying.

"Good~"

The scribe in white put away his sword and stood there. Zhao Bohao quickly clapped his hands and praised him. Although his current task was to attack the scribe in white with all his strength within 10 minutes, he would still make a lot of money if he could use the scribe's Spring and Autumn Sword Power.

"What a heck, I dance with the sword just to make you remember. Only in this way can your attack skills improve."

The scribe in white was stunned for a moment when he heard Zhao Bohao's applause, and then stabbed him directly with his sword.

"Clang~"

Zhao Bohao blocked the white-clothed scribe's long sword with Chang Hanjian, but the white-clothed scribe followed the trend and cut down his right hand with the long sword along the spine of the sword.

How can this be done? It is impossible to do business at a loss. Zhao Bohao quickly pulled his back legs to avoid the sharp edge of the long sword, but the scribe in white was not going to let him go just like that.

I saw the long sword half-turned in the hand, and immediately changed from downward to upward, with an unparalleled sword light, and stabbed Zhao Bohao's eyebrows.

"Come on~"

Although it was a mental battle, he didn't want to experience the pain of being headshot.

Tie Banqiao made a move, and Zhao Bohao wanted to avoid the sharp sword and the rushing white-clothed scribes.

The long sword was dodged, but the white-clothed scribe did not panic. The edge of his sword turned again, and the hilt of the sword hit his abdomen like a hammer.

"boom!"

Zhao Bohao was smashed to the ground by a powerful force, but he immediately rolled over, avoiding the subsequent vertical stab, and the long sword directly plunged into the ground like cutting tofu.

The scribe in white kicked his sword with his right leg, and a deep crack was cut instantly, and a piece of sand and stone directly enveloped Zhao Bohao.

"thorn"

(End of this chapter)