Bastard!

Mr. Qi scolded in his heart, he originally came to help kill a few people with the mentality of a game, and by the way, he was forced to retreat by Sun Su Yiyi Sword outside the Japanese Chess Academy last night.

The misty ink-colored flying snow could not hide the vision of the brilliant golden light, which was ironclad evidence that could not be falsified, and the person in front of him was inseparable from the death of Mr. Painting, and even most of them were the culprit. No wonder it's so weird that I can't see through his reality with my eyes.

Why didn't I think of this earlier? I wonder that Mr. Ao has always been unclear about the function and principle of this pattern, and besides, we are the only ones who talk and laugh and kill people as we want, how can we ever think that painting will really be ......

Mr. Ji pinched the trick with both hands like flying, and quickly chanted the spell and cast the spell, while the thoughts in his heart were racing rapidly.

Although he is not like Mr. Sword and Mr. Painting, he has always admired his cultivation methods, and he still has several paintings in his hands, each with its own merits, and it is quite easy to use on weekdays. Since Mr. Painting folded in this kid's hand, he is afraid that he will be in danger if he is not careful.

And this kid is wearing the sky and clouds, and the Baqi Cave is ...... Shennong Dongtian! Could it be that those mongrels who have been chasing me for tens of thousands of miles are haunting me in the shadows? It is very likely! Isn't painting dying in China?

In this way, the person who asked me to make a move tonight and gave me black and white chess pieces is also very suspicious. Although the boss has set up a cooperation with him, it is a matter of course that they have their own plans behind the scenes. The people of Yin Yang Province really can't be trusted.

It's ridiculous that I thought that the enemy was in my hands, but I didn't expect it to be a plan, thinking that I would use this chessboard world to trap the opponent and let me fish and meat, but in fact, even I was trapped, and I could only fight with this evil star.

Mr. Qi carefully sensed the Chongxiao sword qi that gradually stabilized in the ink-colored flying snow, and a strong sense of crisis came to his heart, and a palpitation arose spontaneously, and he intuitively felt that this sword definitely had the possibility of threatening his life.

Good calculation, good calculation! It's a pity that you met me!

"Hurry!"

Mr. Qi let out a low cry, and his eyes were bloody and tearful.

The killing move has been completed, and before he finished speaking, the four corpses of Che Tian, Kikuchi and Shimada brothers lying on the ground suddenly trembled in unison, and countless strange tattoos that seemed to be pictures and words quietly appeared on the corpse, like thousands of insects and ants wriggling endlessly. As if reborn, the four corpses stood up at once, their eyes drooping with shocking blood and tears, and their bodies moved, rushing towards Mr. Qi's side like ghosts.

With a grim expression, Mr. Qi took a resolute step to the left, and happened to stand at a point on the ground where the black lines intersected. Four corpses arrived in an instant, occupying four points in front of him, left and right, just surrounding him on all sides, and the four of them were completely indistinguishable from living people in terms of demeanor and movement, and they were indescribably strange and terrifying.

As soon as the five of them moved, five extraordinarily real chess pieces immediately appeared at their feet, with a white chess piece at Mr. Qi's feet, and the other four chess pieces were all black. According to the rules of Go, a white piece is surrounded on all sides, and the breath is completely broken, and it should be taken away from the board immediately. Mr. Qi's heart was relieved, and a smug smile full of mockery appeared on the corner of his mouth, a bunch of mongrels, how can I calculate my means? It's time to go and talk to that person, as for revenge for the painting...... Oh, leave this trip to the muddy waters to the sword.

Mr. Qi's figure disappeared from the chessboard world in an instant, and with his disappearance, the entire chessboard world began to completely collapse, the space cracked inch by inch, and the huge overpasses and towering high-rise buildings that passed through the sky appeared impressively, and gradually disappeared in the dark and day.

At the same time, the four corpses of the Shimada brothers were divided into four directions, each pinching the magic trick, forming a formation, and brazenly slaughtered into the inky snowflakes, and the killing intent was directed at Sun Suhe. Although Mr. Qi's true body quietly escaped like a frightened bird, how could he swallow this breath without leaving some gifts for Sun Suhe, one after another tattoos spread out from the four people, echoing from all sides, each with ferocity and domineering, eroding towards the center of Moxue domineeringly.

Because of the sudden change of poetic talent, Sun Suhe lost the opportunity to make a move, Mr. Qi said to go, the trace is gone, although the strong enemy retreats, Sun Suhe's situation is even more critical, how do he know that Mr. Qi has made up so many conspiracies and tricks in his brain in an instant, and he is scared to go as the best strategy, but Mr. Daoqi must have made some strange Taoist tricks to hide his body, and he is hiding in the dark and staring.

The sword move that he finally regained his balance has always been only one blow, and after one blow, most of his little life has been confessed, and the four murderous corpses have already attacked together, if he risked his life to make a move, he has the confidence to defeat the four corpses with one move, but what is the use? As for leaving the sword without firing, it is like committing suicide, is it waiting for the four corpses to rush up? Besides, his body doesn't know how many seconds it can support.

So powerful, so cunning! Sun Suhe sighed in his heart.

At this time, the four corpses had already killed within three steps, and the tattoos emanating from their bodies were even more ferocious, eroding to the point of being close at hand. Sun Suhe pinned everything on a sword, this sword did not move, and it was difficult for the inky flying snow to resist the enemy on its own like a drunken immortal sword.

There seems to be only one dead end left in front of Sun Suhe, no matter what choice is made, the result is the same, but Sun Suhe still has a calm expression, this time he is not pretending to be calm, but a natural and true demeanor, even he himself is a little surprised and amused. Although the mutation of Fang Cai's poetry and talent almost cost Sun Suhe's life, it was also a blessing in disguise, forcing him into the mysterious realm of returning to nature without movement and stillness.

At the time of life and death, when he was in a dilemma, Sun Suhe vaguely grasped a trace of the subtle understanding of the truth of heaven and earth, but this feeling is like a flower in the mirror, like the moon in the water, it seems to be within reach, but it seems to be out of reach, the subtleties are mysterious, the Tao is also Tao, and the Tao is very Tao.

At this juncture, Sun Suhe's temperament is as sharp as a sword, and it is no accident that he has the courage of the heavenly sword, the more he encounters grinding, the sharper he is, the mirror flowers and water moon, so what, cut flowers in the mirror, cut the moon in the water, no matter what tangible and invisible obstacles you have, all of them are cut with a sword, pointing directly to Miaowu.

Sun Suhe resolutely roared: "Don't get out yet!"

It was this roar that roared out the encounter that ordinary cultivators had worked hard all their lives to find and could not seek.

Time seems to be slowed down endlessly, whether it is the rush of corpses or the erosion of tattoos are quietly frozen at this moment, in this moment of eternity, Sun Suhe felt that his forehead was slapped heavily, and an extremely strange but extremely familiar voice laughed and sighed:

"It's really an elm head, do you have to hit you with a mallet before you can become enlightened?"