"Sword and chess are very similar. However, there are differences. "

"The similarity is that often you lose one goal, you lose the second one, and you end up losing the whole game. "

"It's not fun to lose all the time. "

"However, in chess, you lose and there is a lot of room for manoeuvre. "

"And the sword, if you lose one move, you may lose your life. "

"So, do you still want to draw your sword?"

Chen Ran's fingers. Tap lightly on the board.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Rhythmic!

"You're right, you have a point. "

"It's just that this time, it's not necessarily me who loses!"

Wang Fusheng slowly raised his head and looked into Chen Ran's eyes: "I want to try it, Your Excellency's sword edge." "

As soon as the voice fell, he suddenly got up.

In an instant, the powerhouse of the Eight Realms of Jindan was coercive, bursting and spreading, instantly causing the chessboard in front of him to shatter.

The blacks and whites scattered in all directions, in mid-air. Fried into a sheet of powder.

When the dust cleared, Chen Ran had already pulled out the Zhanlu sword.

The sword is scorching.

Three points better than Nikko!

"What a reckless man. "

Chen Ran sighed lightly: "Such a good chessboard, you broke it for me, and I have to spend a lot of effort to buy it." "

"If you're worried about the chessboard, you might as well worry about yourself. "

"Little sir. If you offend, don't blame me for bullying the small!"

Wang Fusheng drew his sword and slashed.

The killing intent in his eyes flashed, and the sword roared, taking Chen Ran directly!

Bite!

After a crisp metal collision sound, Wang Fusheng's body was stunned.

Unexpectedly, this sword was blocked by Chen Ran.

However, he still has a trick!

"Willow catkins--"

With Wang Fusheng's sword raised.

The sword intent that was originally as fierce as a dragon turned into a fluttering catkins in an instant.

At a tricky angle, he staggered Chen Ran's sword edge and slid towards Chen Ran's neck.

wants to take off Chen Ran's head in this gap.

This catkins-like sword intent seems to be gentle, but it is actually inexplicably sharp, if the skin and flesh are touched, it will definitely be like a knife cutting butter, and the skin will open the flesh.

At the last moment.

Chen Ran spit out a mouthful of Xuanhuang gas and blew away the catkins in the sky.

also forced Wang Fusheng back.

Then, Wang Fusheng did not pause, but raised his sword and went up.

The sword move changes again!

"Snow covers the mountain!"

This time, his sword intent was condensed into the Ice Spirit Snow Soul, and even on the blade of the sword, bursts of frost formed on it.

Sword after sword.

It's like a blizzard!

The speed of his sword is very strange, sometimes as fast as a wind, sometimes as gentle as a goose feather, and as light as a weight.

The first sword, Chen Ran raised his sword and blocked it.

The second sword, Chen then withdrew.

The third sword. The cold air dispersed, and a touch of ice crystals cut through a corner of Chen Ran's clothes.

……

Wait for Wang Fusheng to finish slashing with several swords.

The overflowing cold air had already caused a thin layer of ice to form in the spiritual spring, and the temperature here had also plummeted, and compared with the heat outside the villa, it was completely like two worlds.

Wang Fusheng's eyes were solemn.

Although he knew that he had an absolute advantage in the realm.

But in the face of a mysterious strong man with unknown origin, unknown background, and unknown hole cards, he still can't delay the battle.

Therefore, after drawing the sword, his two major killing moves came out one after another.

It was precisely to end the battle in a short period of time and take Chen Ran's life.

However, after his second killing move, after the snow covered the mountain, Chen Ran was just torn apart by the overflowing ice crystals at the corner of his clothes.

The rest, unscathed!

And that's not all.

It seemed that he had calculated his move, and after Wang Fusheng's last sword was slashed, Chen Ran shattered the long ice with one foot.

The sword blade was raised, and the spring water was drawn to Wang Fusheng.

If Wang Fusheng hadn't flown into the air in time, he would have been injured by this water dragon.

Wang Fusheng's forehead, inadvertently, oozed a few drops of cold sweat.

"Young. In the way of the sword, there is such attainment. "

"In that case, I can't keep you anymore. "

"A long river!"

"Condensation--"

With the crazy surging of true qi in Wang Fusheng's body, he pointed his sword in Chen Ran's direction.

In an instant, a milky white light enveloped the sword body.

The next moment, the sword light turned into countless hairsprings, and under Wang Fusheng's control, it attacked in the direction of Chen Ran!

Chen Ran's complexion changed slightly.

At present, this sword is Wang Fusheng's famous combat skill: sword transformation of Xuansi!

Only by studying the way of the sword to the extreme of thorough enlightenment can we do it, so that the sword can be transformed into a realm of thousands of mystical silks.

When this sword light flickered, Chen Ran seemed to see it, and Wang Fusheng casually threw out the Ten Thousand Feet Styx River and strangled in his direction.

Don't underestimate this seemingly inconspicuous gossamer.

In Wang Fusheng's hands, each of these gossamers was extraordinary, comparable to the full force of the powerhouses of the Jindan Five Realms.

There are so many, all of them are swaying together, even if Chen Ran makes a move, he will definitely be exhausted!

Therefore, Chen Ran paid a lot of attention and only relied on his body. Circling with these hairsprings and mid-air.

Wang Fusheng frowned.

His fingers changed again and again, controlling the gossamer in the air to chase and kill Chen Ran.

However, he is not, indiscriminately killing.

Instead, only Chen Ran was killed, not Qingshan.

Otherwise. After this set, even if Chen Ran does not die, this charming green mountain will be cut into a barren flat land by these few mysterious silks.