A bloody red lotus fell slowly in mid-air, and finally landed on the chessboard, impartially, landing on an empty spot on the chessboard.
Zhou Xuanxin suddenly raised his head and laughed. The heroes didn't know what was going on and looked down one after another.
Everyone present was an expert in chess. When they were watching before, they were afraid of Ding Chunqiu's power and did not dare to take a closer look.
At this moment, seeing that Ding Chunqiu was seriously injured, everyone took a closer look.
Everyone watched the chess game calmly and couldn't help but marvel at the overall situation.
This Zhenlong chess game was originally designed by the clever Mr. Su Xinghe who spent his entire life playing chess. In the past few days, even a famous chess player could only hold on to a dozen moves at most before surrendering.
After playing a hundred pieces with Zhou Xuanxin, not only was the situation extremely anxious, but also many mysteries were added to the chess game.
I saw that in this game of chess, there are tribulations within tribulations, both living together and immortality, counterattacking, holding back the energy, flowers gathering together, it is extremely complicated.
The first few people only looked at it a few times and felt refreshed. After looking at it for a while, they felt dizzy again and felt a chill.
Just counting the life and death of a dime, I have exhausted all my energy and blood.
Everyone calmed down and calculated again, and realized that the white piece was destined to die. In fact, it seemed that there was a way to survive. However, if they wanted to kill the black piece on the side, it seemed to have many implications.
In just one glance, the person with higher chess skills will be more mentally tormented.
There were more than a dozen people on the spot with pale faces and a strong smell of blood in their throats.
"This game of chess is originally extremely difficult, and the master has set up some illusions and miraculous tricks in it. It is normal for others to be unable to withstand it."
"Young hero, why are you laughing?"
Zhou Xuanxin smiled and pointed at it, only to see that little blood stain on the "Go" position on the 79th road, which was the key to cracking the chess game.
Su Xinghe smiled bitterly and shook his head, then turned to look at Ding Chunqiu, whose life was hanging by a thread.
"I never thought that when we were at the end of our rope, it was this evil thief who gave us the next step."
"Young hero, would you like to continue playing chess?"
At this moment, Ding Chunqiu dropped a blood stone, which happened to open the way for Bai Zi to break the game.
As a result, the white chess piece in the lower right corner risked his life, rejuvenated, and had the potential to counterattack.
"This move was not made by the boy. With the boy's chess skills, he would never have thought of this move."
When Su Xinghe heard this, he had a bitter look on his face and followed suit.
Just as he was about to speak, he heard a "swish" sound in the air, and a white thing landed on the chessboard.
The two of them looked at each other and saw the wind in the pines like the waves, a yellow robe flashing, and it was obvious that someone was making a move more than ten feet away.
The speed of the move, the accuracy of the moves, and the exquisite chess skills are all just right.
Su Xinghe looked coldly into the distance and didn't say much. He just raised his hands to twist his fingers and then responded.
As soon as the black one fell, a strong wind roared from another direction in the middle of the mountain, and another white one shot out, and its landing position was also extremely accurate.
Su Xinghe frowned slightly.
"Both of these two moves are good moves, but the styles of the moves are very different."
"In the first step, Bai Zi is indifferent and elegant. He has hidden ambitions and refuses to show off to others easily."
"But Bai Zi in the second step is extremely domineering and quite determined to kill."
"It was not written by one person."
Su Xinghe smiled coldly, raised his head and shouted.
"Are you two not confident in your chess skills? Are you going to join forces to break the game?"
Everyone saw that he was withered and thin, but the sound of his drink could spread widely among the mountains, which shows that the internal strength of the Xiaoyao Sect should not be underestimated.
As he finished speaking, he saw the branches and leaves swaying, the breeze blowing, and there were two more people beside the chess game.
One of them was a monk. He was born with radiant light and a majestic appearance, but there was a rather domineering air between his eyebrows.
Zhou Xuanxin glanced at it and sneered.
The monk in front of him was none other than Jiumozhi, one of the two Tubo masters who had retreated from the battle in Tianlong Temple in Dali.
But the other man was dressed in a yellow shirt, with a long sword hanging from his waist. He had a handsome face, free and elegant.
"Junior Murong Fu has met senior Su."
Zhou Xuanxin raised his eyebrows slightly, and it turned out that this young master was actually Murong Fu, who was as famous as Xiao Feng in the world.
These two people appeared together, obviously invited by the Xiaoyao Sect to come to break the situation.
Su Xinghe had previously posted a hero post, asking all the wise people in the world to work together to defeat Zhenlong, but the reward after the achievement was not stated clearly.
But everyone who received the invitation knows that the Xiaoyao Sect is extremely powerful but hidden. Over the years, the sect has been leaderless and the sect has dispersed. Nowadays, the selection of heroes and wise men is mostly for the position of leader.
The position of the head of the Xiaoyao Sect is indeed a treasure that everyone in the world can see.
Apart from other things, just talking about the various fantasy martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect and the vast martial arts classics are enough to make the martial arts in the world feel overwhelmed.
Not to mention the two people in front of them, one of them only wanted to open his eyes to Tubo.
The other fantasizes about building the Yan Empire again.
The legacy of the Xiaoyao Sect naturally covets these two people.
Su Xinghe saw the two of them, but he didn't show much smile.
In his mind, even if Zhou Xuanxin failed to break the game, it would not be anyone else's turn to take over.
After all, Bai Zi's good situation was the result of Zhou Xuanxin's efforts.
Even if Murong Fu and Jiumozhi had two masterful moves, they could only pick up the wisdom of others and could not be considered clever.
Jiumozhi naturally understood this, and just looked at Zhou Xuanxin, feeling a sense of familiarity in his heart.
It seems that the young man in front of me has met before, but when exactly they met is unclear.
He clasped his hands together and saluted Zhou Xuanxin.
"Young hero's chess skills are extraordinary, and I admire you. However, you have left the table after all. It's a great situation. You might as well let Mr. Murong and I continue."
Zhou Xuanxin smiled slightly, neither responding nor moving, showing no intention of giving up his position.
Jiumozhi was stunned for a moment, and he seemed to be even more familiar with this young man's temper.
"If you don't give in, young hero, I'm afraid it will be against the rules of the chess world."
Zhou Xuanxin smiled coldly and said.
"It's a joke. According to the rules of the chess world, if one person throws his piece and admits defeat, the chess game is over. How can there be any reason for someone else to continue on his behalf?"
"Besides, this bloody piece was not done by you or me, so how can it be regarded as your chess game?"
Jiumozhi's heart grew increasingly angry.
He didn't have a good temper. If he hadn't witnessed Zhou Xuan's magical skill of transforming Qinglian into green lotus with his own eyes, he would have rebelled and started a war.
Murong Fu on the side, who was far away before, felt a sudden surge of sword energy in this area, but he didn't know that it was Zhou Xuanxin who did it.
Immediately, he floated in front of him, and he picked up a piece from the chess jar, walked to the chessboard, pondered for a moment, and then dropped it.
Although Jiumozhi and Murong Fu seemed to be together, they actually had their own agendas. How could Murong Fu handle the next game alone? If this really breaks the situation, wouldn't all the Xiaoyao Sect's legacy be taken away by Yanziwu?
He immediately shouted in a deep voice, turned around and struck with a palm.
The palm wind was fierce, hitting Murong Fu's back first.
But the wind coming from his palm was like a whirlwind beside Murong Fu. He turned around and blasted towards the mountain wall.
In an instant, the cliff shook violently, leaving a huge and deep palm mark.
"The Murong family's skill in changing the world is indeed extraordinary. Even the wood-burning sword technique that I have practiced for many years can be transferred to other places."
Jiumozhi stepped forward and fought with Murong Fu.
For a moment, the inner energy surged fiercely, and they attacked each other.
The two of them were highly skilled in martial arts, each was good at winning, and they both came to focus on the chess game of the Xiaoyao Sect, so they naturally refused to give in to each other.
Suddenly, the fight became fierce.
Su Xinghe let out a long sigh with a sad look on his face.
"The young hero has a clear mind, which is the purest chess strategy. He was the best candidate to break the game. It's just a pity that he didn't think deeply about it. It's a pity, it's a pity!"
But Zhou Xuanxin came here not for the position of leader, but to borrow and read the Xiaoyao sect's martial arts classics. At this moment, seeing his wish come true, he couldn't help but realize that things in the world are impermanent.
However, Dao Zang also adapts to circumstances. If you don't have the opportunity to read it, don't worry too much.
Zhou Xuanxin bowed and turned around to leave if he didn't look at the fight between dragons and tigers.
But suddenly, he saw a weird smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Su Xinghe's mouth.
It returned to normal immediately.
Immediately afterwards, he laughed twice in a row.
There is something indescribably weird about it.
Then his face froze, he fell on his back, and his breathing stopped, just for a moment.
"Ding Chunqiu, you are so heartless!"
Zhou Xuanxin raised his eyes and saw Ding Chunqiu covered in blood. At this moment, he struggled to get up. His face was stained with blood and his expression was arrogant, like an evil ghost returning to the world.
"If you are hit by these Three Smiles, even the Great Luo Immortal descending from the sky will not be able to save Su Xinghe!"
