Nangong Fan's whole body spiritual power gushed out without reservation, lotus flowers bloomed everywhere, and the breath of Qinglian Dao Fire dispersed, affecting the plants and trees in the field that stretched their bodies.

Lotus flowers, swords all over the sky. There was only boundless blue light in the field. It was no longer possible to tell whether it was the spiritual power of the man with the gun or the color of the lotus flower.

The sword shook the sky, and the green lotus vineed. It was as if the heavens and the earth were torn apart.

The smell of terror is spreading. It took a long time to dissipate.

Nangong Fan was hunched over, his hair scattered behind his head.

The ground trembled slightly, the trees in front of me disappeared, and the blue sky and white clouds disappeared without a trace. Empty space leaves a staircase that can only accommodate one person at your feet.

"You only have half a pillar of incense to rest, and passing ten levels will heal your body. And your spatial ring has been sealed by me, boy, keep up the good work!" came the playful voice of the naughty child.

Nangong Fan's eyes froze, and he didn't have the heart to joke with the naughty boy again. Dragging his scarred body and sitting cross-legged with difficulty.

Fortunately, the spiritual energy here is abundant, and most of the spiritual power in the body can be recovered in a pillar of incense.

Nangong Fan only felt that time had passed in the blink of an eye, and the heavens and the earth began to tremble again.

His body was pushed up a level from this step by a strange force.

Heaven and earth are pulling, and the picture-like scenery unfolds in front of you.

Nangong Fan slowly stood up, his right shoulder was blurred with flesh and blood, glowing with a metallic luster, and he held the Black Dragon Sword in his left hand, ready to make a move.

A hot wave of heat is coming. There was no grass or trees, and a sea of fire appeared in front of me. The red "waves" are surging, and the dirt on the ground is extremely red.

Hot, incomparably hot.

At a glance, Nangong Fan saw the red-clothed young man standing in the depths of the sea of fire, dressed in red, as if he was perfectly integrated with the surrounding environment.

Nangong Fan moved at the moment when the heaven and earth had just taken shape, bringing up the remnants of the Dao, stepping on the invisible heat wave, waving his long sword, and galloping forward.

The boy looked up, fingers tapping. The heat wave formed a ball, shooting from all directions. The smoke billowed and the boy disappeared into the flames.

This young man is actually a divine cultivator! A divine cultivator who is completely different from the divine cultivator that Nangong Fan knows, a divine cultivator who is good at controlling fire and is like a divine cultivator with unparalleled combat power in a specific environment!

Perhaps, this is what a true divine cultivator should look like?

Nangong Fan's heart was terrified, there was fire beating in his fingertips, although he didn't know the law of fire, but he had a fire to help, and the flames were also his home field!

The battle was fierce from the start.

......

Wisps of milky white liquid bathed Nangong Fan's broken body from the sky entrenched on the steps.

They have a tangy fragrance that eliminates the mental and physical exhaustion caused by the struggle.

The various wounds on the body healed at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

Nangong Fan's face showed a hint of intoxication, the injuries he suffered were not simple scars, each wound hid the fluctuations of those ancient Tianjiao's cultivation laws.

Ordinary spiritual power couldn't drive it away at all, and after ten levels in a row, he didn't have much time to meditate and breathe, if it weren't for the inexplicable aura surging in his body, he would have fallen on the way to break through.

In the past ten levels, he has gained a lot, not only to enrich his understanding of various laws.

Fighting is the best means for cultivators to improve.

Where can you find this kind of opponent who happens to be a little stronger than you in the realm and a little more advanced in law than you for you to hone in?

Even their moves are the place where Nangong Fan has an aftertaste, and there are merits in spearmanship, swordsmanship, and so on.

Nangong Fan is like a sponge, enriching himself step by step in this breakthrough.

The road to heaven lives up to its name.

This is everyone's path to heaven, and if you walk through this road, you will be greatly sublimated.

In this elixir jade liquid, Nangong Fan calmed down. But the body is even hotter, like a fireball about to explode. Nangong Fan's face was calm, meditating quietly, and the aura that permeated his body kept pouring into his body.

Nangong Fan felt that he was about to break through again!

"Boom".

A violent buzz echoed in his mind, and Emperor Wu's barrier broke in response.

The spiritual power reaches the Martial Saint!

As early as in the torture of bloodline awakening, he reached the consummation of the Martial Emperor, but he didn't expect it to reach another level so quickly.

Nangong Fan's whole body glowed with brilliance, and his momentum surged, and he quickly disappeared. He opened his eyes, the divine light flickered in them, and the fighting spirit filled them, and he felt that he still had ten more rounds to fight.

Nangong Fan stood calmly, waiting for the arrival of the next tempering space.

The heavens and the earth moved, the steps flashed with faint brilliance, and Nangong Fan's body became smaller and smaller on the steps.

What catches your eye is a spacious space that doesn't know the boundary.

Countless huge black and white chess pieces are placed in an orderly manner on the ground.

In the center stood a young man, dressed in a white robe, the hem of his clothes danced gently, and his whole body exuded an elegant atmosphere.

Nangong Fan's eyes froze, legend! Or to be precise, the middle stage of the Humane Yellow Level! With his own breakthrough, did the gatekeeper also break through?

The first strike is strong, and the second strike suffers. Nangong Fanjian took the lead in moving.

The black-and-white chess pieces on the ground shot out a ray of light. blocked all the sharp swords and restrained Nangong Fan's body in place.

The white-robed man had a lazy smile, "Don't be so anxious!"

Nangong Fan's struggling body paused slightly, the ten people in front of him already had spirituality, but more of them were antelope horns during the battle, with various tactics and changeable moves, which made it not look rigid. Even the body has blood rolling, can be injured, can break the arm, basically the same as a real person. At least, Yi Nangong Fan can't find much difference in his eyes now.

If anything, it's that they don't speak like real people.

At this time, this elegant man suddenly spoke, which really startled Nangong Fan. The pupils grew heavier. This also means that the difficulty is starting to increase again.

The white-robed man's palm waved slightly, condensing into a net in the void, and the black and white silk threads that restrained Nangong Fan dissipated without a trace with his jade-white hand.

"It's a place I've crafted. Fellow Daoist, only if you win me in chess, can you really play against me. The white-robed man smiled kindly, "Of course, playing chess, but in fact, it is also a game." ”

The corners of Nangong Fan's mouth hooked up a helpless arc, "Playing chess?"

"Go, which can be handed down from the Yanhuang era to the present, naturally has some truth. The man in the white robe looked very patient.

"Go is not only a chess piece in your hand, but also a law, a way, and a life. Throughout the ages, many people have learned to play Go, and there is even a saying about the way of chess, which can be compared with kendo, swordsman, etc. We are not as high-end as the sages, so we can meditate on some moves in the chess pieces. ”

Nangong Fan's eyes are solemn, this is to fight for knowledge.

He had seen Shizun and Sixth Senior Brother play chess.

Each piece is the law of its own knowledge, echoing from beginning to end, linking as one, the chess pieces that you can destroy, but because of the breath of the opponent's chess pieces, you can't offset it, and you can't start.

It's more tiring than a normal battle.

This is more about a person's experience and knowledge.

Just talking about the Go chessboard, there is Zhou Tianzhi's saying.

One of the divine soldiers of the Zhou Tian Emperor Dynasty since the founding of the country has a Zhou Tian chessboard, which is almost equal to the power of the god list.

Nangong Fan silently observed the boundless silence, and the clear chessboard lines on the ground flickered.

Nangong Fan was already in the game and had to go down.

The space shrinks step by step in the eyes, gradually condensing into a real chessboard.

Nangong Fan sat down at the bottom, and there was a strange feeling of mastering heaven and earth. Heaven and earth are chessboards, and moves are chess pieces.

This feeling is addictive, and Nangong Fan is a little intoxicated.

One day, I will really make such a step, and even more lofty, using the law and the avenue as chess pieces.

The feeling of mastering the chessboard and mastering the world must be very refreshing.

No one would have thought that Nangong Fan's heart would become stronger because of this small chess game.

The elegant man was opposed to Nangong Fan in the void.

He held the sunspot in his hand and smiled lightly.

Nangong Fan took the white child and stared at his movements silently.

The sunspot emitted a faint ghostly light, as if it had turned into a blurred figure and sat in the void.

The sunspot is enlarged and falls in the middle palace. Dignified and upright, the atmosphere is boundless.

Nangong Fan looked at the falling sunspots, and the glow was shining, as if an elegant man was sitting in it.

It seems to be defenseless, but it can burst out at any time to launch a powerful attack. Everything starts to be plain, immobile like a mountain, and majestic.

Nangong Fan's pupils narrowed slightly, and the battle of chess was still very different from the battle of the Eight Classics.

Nangong Fan held the white son in his hand, pondered slightly, and his mind was hovering with the swordsmanship and boxing skills that he knew, and the first son slowly fell in front of him.

Baizi is like the wind, and everything is bright and restrained. For example, Nangong Fan is holding the black dragon sword, although he can emit a brilliant sword at any time, but the sword is in the sheath, and the edge is all converged.

"Draw the sword!" is a simple basic sword technique, but it is the beginning of many swordsmanship. If you don't draw your sword, how can you make a sword? It's just that the black dragon sword with spirituality uses Nangong Fan's body as a scabbard.

The two of you take a step, I take a step, one is in the center of the chessboard, playing steadily, and the other is around, and the sword is on the side.

There are bear-shaped fists, and even rudimentary eagle-shaped fists.

The various starting swordsmanship of the "Qinglian Sword Codex" are all on it.

If someone can get one of the white sons at this time, they can spy on Nangong Fan's moves.

Bai Zi is ethereal, with sword intent in all directions, pointing to the middle hall from all directions.

The sunspots are thick and heavy, immobile as a mountain, no matter the wind and thunder outside, I am immovable, so as not to respond to all changes.

This son should be descended by Nangong Fan, Nangong Fan is holding a white child, and his face is full of solemnity.

I wanted to start, but I was resisted by the full battle intent in the black light, and I felt like I couldn't do it.

At this point, every next move has to be affected by the chess pieces of both sides.

Although the moves contained in these chess pieces are not as powerful as when they are unleashed, the charm is still there.

Every fall is like going through a hard fight.

"Fellow Daoist, it looks like you're going to lose. The elegant man played with the sunspot in his hand, and sweat fell from his forehead. This little guy has learned so much, Nangong Bufan was directly crushed by him at that time.

And many of the moves left by Nangong Fan are even a little familiar to him, and they seem to have a lot of origins.

Nangong Fan was sweating, and his arms began to swell.

The black scale armor opened slightly, and the gravity field had been used, but the dragon with the interdependent laws of survival had not yet been left in the chess piece.

Not all moves can be included in a piece.

This chess piece has a bit of a bad appetite, and he doesn't like those bells and whistles that don't hurt much at all.

Nangong Fan's body trembled, not only to brand the "dragon" into the chess pieces, but also to fight with those white sons around him, and those moves were constantly affecting his mind, making it difficult for him to fall.

If this son can fall, he will take the initiative.

If you can't fall, the army will be defeated.

This chess game can only end in failure.

White light and black light complement each other.

In the middle of the white child, a soaring dragon shape is imprinted, chanting and soaring.

The black light was immense, with palm prints, fist shadows, and even needles of divine power......

All kinds of martial arts are surging together. Nangong Fan's arm was torn apart under the breath, and blood gushed out.

He couldn't help but look up to the sky and roar, and an earthy yellow phantom appeared behind him doing the same thing.

There was surprise in the eyes of the elegant young man, and he murmured softly, "Barbar?"

The violent momentum, Baizi rose, like Mount Tai pressing on the top, suppressed step by step.

The white piece falls onto the chessboard.

There was a "click" sound, and several sunspots cracked and turned into powder at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Bai Zi seemed to come to life, and seemed to have turned into a divine sword, pointing at the atrium!