Urban Game System

Following this steady voice came from the center of the island, a figure flew into the sky.

Chen Hui looked carefully, and in the night sky, this person came in a white long gown with a huge writing brush on his feet.

In his early thirties, he has regular facial features and a righteous face. There is a sense of gentleness and elegance in this heavy feeling, as if he was born to be a good person. At this moment, he is falling slowly, and the huge brush under his feet has become normal size. fell into his hands.

"Brother bookworm! You're finally here! Hurry up and save me, this villain is actually going to kill your elder brother! Not only that, but I'm afraid he will come to trouble you after killing me!"

When Wang Xuedong saw the bookworm junior brother coming, he burst into tears of joy. He knew that his bookworm junior brother had always done things right. If he didn't want to save him, he would definitely not come out. Now that he has come out now, he will definitely help him.

"With the strength of the bookworm junior brother's spirit formation period, coupled with his special righteousness, he will definitely be able to teach this bold villain to know how powerful I am in Xiangcheng! Bookworm junior brother, quickly capture this person!"

Although he was still carried in the air by Chen Hui, Wang Xuedong was already a little carried away.

Wang Xuedong was about to continue talking, but suddenly he saw the bookworm glanced at him, and was immediately too frightened to say another word.

Chen Hui looked at the bookworm, and felt a fluctuation of the spirit formation period that this person stretched out his hand, and it was not only the first level of spirit formation period, but also had some strength.

When he looked at the man in the long gown, the eyes of the two met instantly, and Chen Hui immediately noticed the fighting intent in the man in the long gown.

"This friend, this person is my senior brother." The bookworm stood upright, clasped his palms in front of him, and made a scholar salute.

"You want to save him?" Chen Hui went straight to the point.

"Indeed." The bookworm said calmly.

"How to save?" Chen Hui continued to hold Wang Xuedong with one hand, turned his body slightly, and looked at the bookworm with a serious face, as if he was not talking about a person's life, but asking for advice.

"You and I compete, if I win, you let this person go. If you win, I can make the decision to agree to your two previous requests, and my senior brother only knows half of the first question you asked, and I I can tell you everything." Shuchi spoke in a calm tone, his words revealed a sense of righteousness and confidence.

Chen Hui pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "Fair!"

While speaking, he swung his arm and threw Wang Xuedong out of his hand, and then Hun Tianbo immediately tied up Wang Xuedong who had just remembered.

The bookworm looked at Wang Xuedong who was tied up in a strange way, and frowned slightly.

"Ahem... this is just a magic weapon, the method of binding... has nothing to do with me~" Chen Hui urged Hun Tianbo to go along with it, and directly used the binding technique in an action movie, so he immediately felt a little embarrassed A few excuses, at least not let people treat him as a change~
"Please accept!"

Without any extra words, the bookworm bowed his hands in salute, and then took the brush in his right hand, and wrote a horizontal line in the air. This horizontal line was clearly drawn without ink, but it was actually drawn in the void. A short stroke of thick ink.

This stroke, obviously still some distance away from Chen Hui, but it made Chen Hui's eyes freeze suddenly, as if this stroke was written in his heart, and made him feel uncomfortable, as if he was pressed by a huge rock in his heart.

It was at this moment that a majestic aura of the second stage of spirit formation erupted from the bookworm, instantly bringing oppressive pressure to the surrounding air.

"This is my nine strokes of fighting spirit, the business of writing, the intention refines the mind, and it is endless!" The man in the long coat said solemnly, and then his brush wrote a vertical line on the left side of the horizontal line, which impressively formed " Combination of the first two strokes of the character "战".

And his aura seemed to be more majestic at this moment, like liquid zhenqi, which slowly solidified, making Chen Hui's surroundings thicker and thicker, as if falling into a quagmire.

There was a trace of seriousness in Chen Hui's eyes, and as the second stroke fell, there seemed to be a scent of ink in the air.

When Chen Hui heard it, he immediately thought of the smell from the ink fragrance tree when he first entered Xiangcheng Mountain during the day, which was exactly the same as the current ink fragrance. If you smell it for a long time, you will become dependent and addicted to it.

This is probably also the reason why the disciples of Xiangcheng Mountain never offered to withdraw from the sect once they entered the sect.

Chen Hui's face was slightly condensed. At this time, the man in the long coat wrote the third stroke of the character "Zhan", a short vertical line.

After the third pen fell, the aura of the long-clothed man suddenly increased again, and there was a strange meaning contained in this powerful aura, as if a divine mansion descended on this person, and the heavenly power array In a row, it directly approached Chen Hui's heart, as if a mountain was approaching suddenly, and it was impossible to resist.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Chen Hui felt that he was being forcibly pulled out of this time and space by a strong force at this moment, and the inexplicable thick mountain force was the opposite thrust of this pulling force. He was completely crushed, and that was when he was pulled out of this time and space.

What surprised him even more was that at this moment, some hallucinations actually appeared in his mind. Although they were not very serious, at least some hallucinations appeared.

He immediately bit the tip of his tongue, and immediately concentrated his mental power.

And at this time, the fourth stroke of the man in the gown was written in a horizontal fold!
At this moment, many fantasies appeared in Chen Hui's mind again, and the power of the mountain also changed dramatically. It was no longer a mountain, but a falling meteorite. The burning feeling, the two senses come together, the power is amazing.

Chen Hui immediately understood that the strange technique in front of him was progressive. Every time he wrote a stroke, the word "war" became more complete, and his fighting spirit became stronger. Once the opponent wrote it, it was almost difficult If it is interrupted, once the other party writes all nine strokes, it will be a complete "war", and then the fighting will will be overwhelming, and there is no need to make any moves. Maybe this fighting will crush him first.

"I can't let this person continue, otherwise I will definitely lose!"

Chen Hui bit the tip of his tongue again, forcefully expelling the fantasy in his mind, then narrowed his eyes, and waved his right hand, "Aunt Akali is big!"

A fireball was shot out in an instant, and collided with the word "war" that had just been written in the fourth stroke.

The moment the fireball came into contact with the word, a strong sense of fighting suddenly surged from the unfinished word "war", and immediately burst out from the font, continuously, causing Chen Hui to shoot It didn't take a moment for the fireball to be completely defeated by this fighting spirit!
The fireball was completely defeated, Chen Hui frowned, and was about to use the mental impact of hypnosis to try, but at this moment, as if he had sensed the flame, the Quanhuo crystal in Chen Hui's inventory suddenly flashed violently Moving light!