Fantasy Westward Journey: The Strongest Crossing

Chapter 176 Die, Die, Die
The long sword of the white-clothed scribe directly pierced Zhao Bohao's throat, and a wisp of smoke transformed, and Zhao Bohao slowly condensed into shape not far away. It was obvious that he had been instantly killed by the white-clothed scribe just now.

"Damn~ what the hell."

Zhao Bohao felt a bit pained, it was over before he even started.

"This is the power of technique. Grabbing a flaw can cause fatal damage to the enemy."

The scribe in white stood with a sword in his hand, and said to Zhao Bohao in a serious manner.

"Then continue."

Zhao Bohao touched his neck, although it hurt, but he didn't dare to stop, he didn't want to lose a point in skill training.

With a fierce swing of Changhan Shenjian, the whole person rushed out.

"The power is strong, but the technique is too bad."

The scribe in white flicked his long sword, and several sword flowers bloomed with the wind, directly bypassing Zhao Bohao's straight stab, and burst out a little blood on his chest.

"Come on~"

Zhao Bohao was in a bit of pain, how did this guy attack in front of him, before he could see the enemy's sword move, he was hit by it.

"Skill is sometimes more important than strength."

The white-clothed scribe still looked the same, but his long sword made a clanging sound, as if he had become extremely excited.

"Skill?"

Zhao Bohao let go of his mind and began to think about the spring and autumn swordsmanship of the white-clothed scribe just now. It seemed that every move had flaws, but were those flaws really flaws?He doesn't know, but what he knows now is that if he doesn't attack again, he won't get a point later.

Zhao Bohao stabbed out with his sword, but was blocked by the sword of the scribe in white, and then slashed Zhao Bohao's right hand. Zhao Bohao was so frightened that he quickly retreated, but the scribe in white was not lenient. The long sword broke through the sea and struck the air like a poisonous dragon, turning into A bolt of lightning pierced Zhao Bohao's chest.

"How does this play?"

He has been killed three times in a short period of time, and now he is a little scared when he sees the scribes in white. Although he can be reborn infinitely, death is really painful. It is a kind of trembling in the soul.

"If you want to learn to kill, you must first learn to enjoy death. Only in this way can you live without fear of death."

The scribe in white saw through Zhao Bohao's heart, but he would not comfort him, he could only share the cruelest reality with him.

"die?"

Zhao Bohao realized something in an instant. The Ice Excalibur stabbed forward and hit the white-clothed scribe's face, but he gently swung his head to the right and dodged it lightly. Then the long sword clanged and directly chopped off Zhao Bohao's head. broken.

"After defeating death, you can make the most calm judgment between life and death, just like just now, sometimes a slight difference is a thousand miles away."

The scribe in white is like a long-winded uncle, killing you mercilessly, and at the same time explaining to you the reason for killing you in seconds.

Reborn again, Zhao Bohao directly attacked, completely ignoring the words of the white-clothed scribe. There is a saying that goes well, you get used to dying, and he is almost used to it now.

"The sword's power is chaotic and the angle of the sword is too obvious."

While shaking his head, the white-clothed scribe swung his sword to stab Ge Fei with Zhao Bohao's stab, and then turned around with his sword, smashing Huashan into Zhao Bohao's head.

"clang"

Changing the cold sword was placed horizontally on top of the head, directly blocking the sword strike of the white-clothed scribe, but he guessed the beginning but not the end. The white-clothed scribe's move was just a trick to lure the enemy, and his purpose was to make the enemy resist with the horizontal sword.

The scribe in white smiled at the corner of his mouth, and suddenly bent his long sword, piercing Zhao Bohao's neck at a strange angle of [-] degrees.

"."

Now that Zhao Bohao is quitting, it's weird if your sword moves are weird, because Mao Jian can turn, this is not a martial arts drama.

"Don't be stupid, you have no idea that the enemy's weapon will be like a horse. The soft sword is just the most common attack."

The scribes in white are like roundworms in Zhao Bohao's stomach. He thinks that the scribes in white can understand them immediately.

"hungry~"

Zhao Bohao was obviously taken aback. Damn, you can even tell me what I’m complaining about.

"Hurry up and attack."

The white-clothed scribe shouted loudly, and Zhao Bohao was startled, then turned into a frightened bird, changed his cold sword like a swimming dragon, and went straight to the top of the white-clothed scribe.

"Speed ​​and strength are good, but..."

The white-clothed scribe didn't finish his words, which made Zhao Bohao stunned for a while, but at this moment of stupefaction, the white-clothed scribe's long sword pierced Zhao Bohao's sword like an angry dragon, killing him again in seconds.

"But your mind is not solidified, and you are easily stimulated by the outside world."

The scribe in white slowly retracted his long sword and spit out what he hadn't finished speaking just now.

"Fuck, I found out that you are really insidious."

Zhao Bohao knew that he was making complaints from the bottom of his heart, and he would also know, since this is the case, it is better to face the complaints directly.

"Insidious? It's called being unprepared. You can only blame yourself for being fooled."

The scribe in white is not only sharp with his sword, but even his words are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"Depend on."

Zhao Bohao found that not only his sword power was crushed, but also his IQ seemed to be insufficient, so since he couldn't match his words, he used his sword to speak.

Changing the cold sword swung sideways, and rushed over like a moth to a flame, and then was easily dodged by the white-clothed scholar, turned around and slashed again with his sword.

"Hey, you really are an elm lump."

The scribe in white shook his head, then put the long sword back into the scabbard, and then a blue smoke flashed, and he disappeared in front of Zhao Bohao.

"This is the end? Damn, the poison tongue king will come again if he has the ability~"

As soon as Zhao Bohao finished speaking, the system prompt reminded him.

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

"Ding dong~ The effective number of attacks for the host is 0, so the attack training experience will be increased by 0 points, and the current level is 1/150."

"Depend on."

Now Zhao Bohao was completely dumbfounded. He had been killed so many times through his hard work, yet he didn't have any experience at all. He was really drunk.

"Host, I think you should go for defensive training first."

Seeing Zhao Bohao's appearance, the bone elf couldn't help laughing.

"Damn, if you have the ability, you can say it again."

Zhao Bohao was completely annoyed, Nima himself was instantly killed, and you laughed at him, which is tolerable or unbearable.

"Haha, you still want to hit me?"

The bone elf looked cute and pouted, which made Zhao Bohao feel distressed for a while, but he nodded very seriously for the sake of the man's dignity.

"Scholar in white."

The bone elf made a move, and the white-clothed scribe who had just disappeared reappeared in front of the two of them.

Seeing the appearance of the white-clothed scribe, the bone elf's showy hands suddenly showed cold shining iron claws, and then the bone wings moved slightly, and the whole person turned into a stream of light and rushed out.

The white-clothed scribe saw the bone elf flying towards him, and immediately drew his long sword out of its sheath, as if facing a formidable enemy.

(End of this chapter)