The strongest saint

Chapter 95 Pen Cutting (Seeking Sanjiang Ticket)
Chapter 95

"As a scholar, you should be full of righteousness, and overwhelm the enemy with arrogance!"

As the city lord said, with a wave of the iron pen in his hand, a sonorous and powerful stroke came out. At this moment, Tianhuo felt that the city lord seemed to have changed into a different person. His whole body was full of righteousness, which made people admire him.

"You are a literary sage, so it should be so!" Swinging a stroke towards the sky, the city lord turned his head and said.

Tianhuo stared blankly at the place where the brushstroke disappeared, couldn't help but took out some gold panlong brush, closed his eyes and meditated slightly thoughtfully.

Everyone didn't bother Tianhuo, but everyone could feel that Tianhuo gradually had an inexplicable aura around him. Under this aura, it seemed that the surrounding air froze, and Tianhuo seemed to become elusive.

After a long time, Tianhuo suddenly opened his eyes, and with a wave of the golden panlong pen in his hand, strokes shot out quickly, and in an instant, they gathered in midair to form a "hundred" character.

Tianhuo's hand kept moving. At this moment, Tianhuo's right hand was like a phantom, and the strokes were continuous and fast. After counting breaths, a poem appeared in midair, "The iron clothes on the battlefield of hundreds of battles!"

"Ding! System prompt: Congratulations, you have comprehended the exclusive skill of Wen Sheng!"

"So that's how it is, Wensheng..." The poem in the middle of the sky gradually faded away, while Tianhuo muttered to himself with his hands behind his back.

"That's right, but it's still far from the level of the patriarch." The city lord said with a smile.

Tianhuo smiled and cupped his fists towards the city lord, "Thank you for your guidance, senior!"

"Hehe, what advice can I give you as a half-hearted scholar? It's all up to you. If you go to the Wensheng Gate in the future, I think you will gain a lot." The city lord smiled.

Stroke: The exclusive skill of Wensheng, primary 0/10000, outlines self-created poems and songs to cause damage to a single target. MP5.

Looking at the skill of pen cutting, Tianhuo couldn't help laughing, single-target attack, he finally has the single-target attack skill!

For a long time, Tianhuo has been relying on verbal punishment to fool around. It was only when Badaokuang led people to block the road before that Tianhuo knew the importance of single-target attacks, and now he finally got his wish.

"Actually, I should have thought about it a long time ago. Senior Wine King used such a skill in front of me. Unfortunately, I was just surprised at that time, but I didn't think about it." Tianhuo laughed.

"Senior Brother Wine King's scroll power is stronger than mine, hehe, work hard!" the city lord said, with white light shining in his hands.

Tianhuo looked suspiciously at the white light coming out of the city lord's hands, but saw that the city lord moved his hands, and the white light enveloped Tianhuo, and then disappeared. At this moment, Tianhuo found that his name turned white.

"I will use the authority of the city lord to open a white name for you for an hour. During this hour, you will be the same as a normal white name, but once the time passes, it will return to the previous purple-black color. Be careful!"

Tianhuo smiled and cupped his fists towards the city lord, "Thank you, senior!"

The city lord nodded, "When you come back, we will go to Zhao Mansion together."

Tianhuo smiled, one hour should be enough, according to the time, Prisoner Baiteng should still be within the range of Ice Wind City.

Thinking of this, Tianhuo led Di Yanlin lion to run towards the teleportation formation. Prisoner Baiteng wanted to kill himself to take back the Prisoner Ring. As soon as he appeared, he would definitely come by induction.

When I came to Ice Wind City, the fire from the sky was directly transmitted to the cold mountain in the ice field. There was still heavy snow here, and through the wind and snow, I could vaguely see billowing black smoke in the distance. That was where the cold mountain was.

After looking around, there are very few players around, let alone Prisoner Baiteng.

"Little guy, can you sense him?" Tianhuo looked at Di Yan Linshi and asked expectantly.

Di Yanlin lion shook his head, "If you can't sense it, why don't you go ahead and have a look?"

This place is not in the same direction as when I came here before, but as long as I walk towards Hanshan, there is definitely nothing wrong.

Sure enough, after walking forward for more than ten minutes, Di Yanlinshi became alert, "It's him! He's here!"

Tianhuo smiled faintly, stopped in his tracks, and looked up, only to see a figure shooting from mid-air, shuttling among the snowflakes, and the surrounding snowflakes were blown away by huge air waves.

"Damn bastard, you made me like this, I have to tear you apart this time!" Prisoner Baiteng was a little embarrassed, as if he had just experienced a big battle, and he was panting in his roar.

Still a hundred meters away, white light surged all over Prisoner Baiteng's body. At the same time, he waved the long sword in his hand, and sword qi roared towards the sky fire.

"Travel thousands of miles a day!"

With the help of incomparable speed, Tianhuo avoided Baiteng's attack, and a golden panlong pen appeared in his hand, "Come on! I'm afraid you won't succeed!"

Prisoner Baiteng seemed unable to hang in the air for too long, and landed firmly on the ground, glaring at Tianhuo. The purple-black 'Prisoner Baiteng' above his head was extremely dazzling. On top of that name, he had the same title as Tianhuo: ten thousand people cut!

As soon as he landed, Prisoner Baiteng stepped out. This time, he obviously didn't want to say anything more to Tianhuo. After carrying so many crime points, Prisoner Baiteng could no longer suppress the anger in his heart.

The corner of Tianhuo's mouth twitched, "Prisoner!"

hum!
With the sound of Tianhuo, a prison formed by light suddenly gushed out from the prisoner Baiteng's body, no matter what prisoner Baiteng did, he couldn't get out of the cage.

Di Yanlin Lion was overjoyed when he saw this, and rushed out quickly. As the distance between him and Prisoner Baiteng got closer, he saw a big injury coming out of Prisoner Baiteng's head.

-900000!

Seeing this damage, Tianhuo raised his eyebrows slightly. In this way, Prisoner Baiteng has 300 million health points!
However, Tianhuo's movements could not stop. As soon as the word "Prisoner" was uttered, the gold-pointed Panlong brush had turned into an afterimage along with his right arm, and he saw strokes as black as ink flying out quickly, like a torrent. It fell on the prisoner Baiteng.

"ten!"

-31150, -30980, -62560.

"step!"

"kill!"

"one!"

"people!"

Tianhuo discovered that each stroke can cause about 3 damage to Prison Baiteng, and when the strokes of the entire character are closed on Prison Baiteng, it actually caused more than 6 damage!
One word, the number of damages caused to the target is actually the number of strokes + 1!

And obviously, the damage value is much stronger than verbal punishment, but the only downside is that the attack speed is not as fast as verbal punishment, but overall, it is more suitable to face a single enemy.

A series of strokes are closely connected, whizzing away like splashing ink, and a series of damage values ​​are constantly popping out from the top of Baiteng's head. He is in a cage, and he can't dodge at all.

The skill of Prisoner Sky Ring can now trap the target for 17 seconds, but within 17 seconds, Skyfire only outlined two lines of poetry, but even so, it has already taken away nearly 200 million life points of Prisoner Baiteng. The horror of cutting can be seen.

Maybe it's because of the npc, Tianhuo couldn't see the prisoner Baiteng's health bar, but it can be estimated that the prisoner Baiteng should only have about [-] health points left. Unfortunately, the prison cage has been broken, and the prisoner Baiteng Teng, stepped into the air quickly, avoiding the attack of Tianhuo.

"Bastard, I didn't expect you to become so powerful, but you'd better die!" Prisoner Baiteng roared in mid-air, and a dazzling white light burst out from the long sword.

(End of this chapter)