Fantasy Westward Journey: The Strongest Crossing

Chapter 162

Uncle Zhang bumped his head against the stone pillar of Wangyou Pavilion, and slowly slid to the ground.

Looking at Zhao Bohao who was covered in injuries but laughing wildly, Uncle Zhang looked bewildered. He couldn't figure out what happened just now and why Zhao Bohao had such great strength.

"Host, due to your active use of the awesome magical skills, your body has been severely damaged, and system recovery requires a lot of energy, so the system will deduct [-] points from the host for recovery consumption. May I ask the host if you use it?"

Zhao Bohao, who was laughing triumphantly, suddenly felt extremely heartbroken. He promised to recover for free, and he agreed to help him exercise. Why did he have to turn himself into a point card again? It would cost fifty points to return it. Why don’t you grab it~
The system will not discuss these with you, it just asks again whether to consume point cards to restore your body.

"Damn, it hurts my master to death, spend it, and restore it to me quickly."

Zhao Bohao was helpless. After all, whoever has nothing to do would use himself as a test subject to experience heart-piercing.

Although the system is a bit cheating, but the efficiency of the work is quite efficient after receiving the money. A colorless light flickered, and the disintegrated muscles on Zhao Bohao's body healed extremely quickly, and he recovered in the blink of an eye, and his physical strength increased once again. steps.

"So it's so simple to become stronger? It seems that the value of these fifty points is spent."

Feeling the explosive power coming from his body, Zhao Bohao was overjoyed, he was really overjoyed that he had gained so much before the end of today's battle.

Uncle Zhang shook his head and finally recovered from his bewildered state. After all, as a great martial artist, his psychological quality is not comparable to that of ordinary people. Not to mention the fact that Mount Tai collapsed in front of him without changing his expression, at least he should keep his calm at all times.

"Boy, you are really a monster. This old man underestimated you."

After Zhang Shu finished speaking, his arms trembled, and his surging fighting spirit surged like ocean waves, and he was the king who ruled everything.

Zhao Bohao knew that the system did not restore him without reason, so he directly summoned his Cold Changing Sword and Fengshen Meteorite Armor from the void.

Changing the cold sword is unparalleled in sharpness, which is just used to fight the strong with the weak.

Although the Fengshen meteorite armor is extremely heavy and will seal his fighting spirit, it also has an unparalleled defense against foreign fighting spirits, which is what he urgently needs now.

"Click, click~"

After putting on the iron armor, Zhao Bohao made a burst of sound like an iron man. Now that there is no six times the gravity, the Fengshen Meteorite Iron Armor can't feel gravity just like ordinary iron armor.

"Boy, don't you have nothing to do with being an old man in a tortoise shell?"

Uncle Zhang swung his right fist violently, and it hit Zhao Bohao's iron armor with a bang. Zhao Bohao took three steps back in shock, while Uncle Zhang kept blowing air while covering his fist, seeing that his right hand had already It swelled into a bun.

It turns out that Fengshen Iron not only has the effect of isolating the master's fighting spirit, but also has a strong anti-injury effect. This anti-injury effect is to isolate all external factors and directly act on the real damage of the attacker himself.

"Look at the sword~"

Zhao Bohao's legs were staggered, and he was moving at superhuman speed like a tortoise in iron armor. With a flash of cold light, he came directly behind Uncle Zhang, swiped the Cold Changing Sword and slashed at him.

Uncle Zhang is a great martial artist after all, he felt the wind blowing over his head, but he didn't know how strong it was, so he quickly rolled a donkey and let him pass from the ground.

"Uncle Zhang, you are so skilled~"

Zhao Bohao glanced at the cold-changing sword stuck into the floor, and then at the embarrassed Uncle Zhang, thinking that you must be pretending.

Taking advantage of your illness to kill you, Zhao Bohao slashed at Uncle Zhang's head again.

The so-called learning by learning a lesson, the current Uncle Zhang has no intention of treating Zhao Bohao as a junior at all. In his eyes, Zhao Bohao, who is invincible and full of strange tricks, is simply more difficult to deal with than ordinary great beginners, so after a howl Finally, a gilt stick with eyebrows equal to the eyebrows blocked Zhao Bohao's sharp sword sweep and flew it aside.

With the long stick in hand, an invincible aura rises from Uncle Zhang, which is the unique will of a great martial artist, the will to fight.

With a shake of the golden stick, the void began to crack like glass, spreading along the stick to Zhao Bohao's side, and then exploded with a bang, if Zhao Bohao hadn't blocked the cold-changing sword in front of him to resist the attack of the golden stick , Maybe Zhao Bohao will lose this time.

"Accompany~"

Zhao Bohao spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, and slowly stood up from the ground. There was a wave of turmoil in his eyes looking at Uncle Zhang. Unexpectedly, Uncle Zhang, who had a weapon in his hand, could display such a powerful attack without fighting spirit. Zhao Bohao was really shocked. frightened.

"Boy, how about uncle telling you to play with sticks?"

Although Uncle Zhang spoke disdainfully, his stick skills were truly unparalleled. I saw him sticking out like a dragon, sometimes hitting east and west, sometimes hitting yellow dragons, sometimes illusory and unpredictable, which made Zhao Bohao exhausted and embarrassed.

"It seems that the boy is going to die. He is young and lacks the corresponding experience, and the opponent is still an old stick who has been immersed in cudgel for many years. It seems that it is time for me to play."

Feng Luoli murmured to herself, but when it comes to being young, how much taller can she be than Zhao Bohao?

"Host, you can't do this anymore. Your defeat has been exposed. If you don't think of a way, you will probably lose."

The bone spirit appeared in Zhao Bohao's mind in time at the critical moment.

"I also know, but this old guy's stick technique is really powerful, and I really lost my way. If it weren't for the iron armor and Changhan Shenjian, I might have been beaten to the ground long ago."

Zhao Bohao is also aware of his own shortcomings, after all, only time can make him grow through experience, there is really nothing else he can do.

"After all, Demon King's Village majors in the law system. If you are simply competing in martial arts, it is recommended that the host should be replaced by the Datang government. After all, killing some soldiers on the battlefield, the Great Tang Martial God is powerful, and this great reputation is achieved through countless bloody battles."

The bone elf rolled his eyes and directly proposed the best solution at the moment.

"Well, this is the only way to do it now, the system, change the sect to the Datang government."

Zhao Bohao acted resolutely, and immediately started the action of switching sects.

"Ding dong~ The host chooses to change the sect to Datang government, and the power of the Demon King's sect will be deprived."

A system notification sounded in his mind, and then the powerful energy bestowed on him by the Bull Demon disappeared instantly like a bubble, and his whole body became a little sluggish.

"what?"

All the people present were puzzled for a while, they all felt Zhao Bohao's strength weakened, Uncle Zhang's eyes shone brightly, a great martial artist couldn't win against a martial artist for such a long time, of course it had something to do with him not daring to kill him, but it also had something to do with it What a shame.

Taking advantage of the decline of Zhao Bohao's strength, the gilt stick with eyebrows in his hand was like a ferocious dragon, surging and rushing towards Zhao Bohao heavily.

"Boom~"

Zhao Bohao was thrown flying by the gilt rod again, but the system prompt also sounded quietly at this time.

"Ding dong~ The power of the sect has been deprived, and now we will start to infuse the power of the Tang government's sect."

(End of this chapter)