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"Spirit Weapon!"

"Zhang Heng, your apprentice actually has a spiritual weapon." The one who spoke was a Jindan stage powerhouse of Fanyin Pavilion, his eyes were split, his eyes were red, "Spirit weapon, it turned out to be a spirit weapon......

"That's my apprentice's chance, old horseman, if you dare to have some crooked thoughts, don't blame me for not caring about the feelings of the same door, and slaughtering you all over the building!" Brother Jin Dan, whose name was Zhang Heng, snorted, the person next to him glanced at him hatefully and turned his head, Zhang Heng pulled the corners of his mouth, and then turned his attention to the chessboard again, although he had a smug smile on his face, he was very worried.

This bastard boy, how did he use all this Konghou, isn't it nothing to do? Although the strength of that kid is also good, but at the last moment, how can he expose his hole cards? Can spiritual weapons be taken out and used casually? Darn!

At this time, Wu Weibing naturally didn't know what his master was thinking, he only knew that his heart was very itchy, if he didn't vent, he was afraid that the itch would penetrate deep into the bone marrow and invade the Dao heart that he had always insisted on and never wavered. Touching his Konghou and gently plucking the strings, he transmitted the itch accumulated in his heart to the air through the rhythm, turning into pleasure, into ambition, and into an omnipresent attack.

The sound of Konghou, at the beginning, was like the crisp sound of Kunlun Meiyu hitting, like the whisper between lovers, like the spring breeze blowing willow ripples lightly, like the rain hitting the plantain wind and breaking the peach blossoms, making people immersed in the breeze and drizzle, allowing the wisps of aura, unconsciously invading the body, until the sound suddenly changed, like a phoenix crying blood, a dragon roaring, in the blink of an eye, the monks on the chessboard were damaged in the meridians, and even exploded to death. At last, the playing of the gong hou slowed down again, and the sound was like a cry, like a mourning for the dead and wounded.

The end of a song. On the chessboard, only Jin Zhongliang was the only one who could stand, and everyone in the audience was shocked. Su Hanjin's shock was even greater than that of others, because she remembered that in the post, Jin Zhongliang killed all sides in the sect competition, leading the way, attracting the attention of countless people, and many female cultivators also secretly approved of it. That being the case, why would anyone be able to show such strength in the beginning. It was shocking with such an appearance. On the chessboard, one sits and one stands. The expression on the face of the seated person at this time was not as serious as before, but his eyes were bright, like the light of the bright moon.

"Fanyin Pavilion, Wu Weibing." He looked laid-back, his index finger pressed tightly on a string. He smiled earnestly.

"Hao Qimen, Kim Jong-liang." Kim Jong-liang has never looked at the foundation building period competition, and now, he realizes that there is an opponent here that deserves his attention. He put away his contempt. After smiling slightly, he said, "The two of us can only leave one on this chessboard." ”

"Well, let's get started!" Wu Weibing's index finger was released, and the gong hou made a "pop" sound. A spiritual aura shot out from the string, shooting towards Jin Zhongliang with a thunderous momentum, followed by the second, third, and fourth streams. Fifth ......

The sound of "popping" exploded in the air, and the monk's heart stepped on one drum after another. Ten thousand aura. It's so dense that it's heart-pounding.

Jin Zhongliang can't hide or retreat, he himself is standing on the edge of the chessboard, and retreating at this time is equivalent to losing. He can't hide or retreat, it's all just in an instant. It was a unique spiritual weapon, it only existed in legends tens of thousands of years ago, and it was easy to kill the Jindan monk, and the defeat of Jin Zhongliang was decided.

The monks present, except for Su Hanjin, all thought the same, but just as everyone sighed, a voice said unhurriedly: "The spirit weapon is really powerful. A small golden tower appeared out of thin air and blocked in front of Jin Zhongliang, Jin Zhongliang's face sank like water, and he shouted to close!

Wu Weibing's phoenix head is a spiritual weapon, and Jin Zhongliang's small pagoda seems to be a high-level magic weapon, and the two sides are not above the same level, but at this time, although the small pagoda is a little shaky and unstable against the power of the spiritual weapon, it is not immediately broken.

"Nine-story Tower of Annihilation." Others don't know, but Su Hanjin knows this magic weapon, Jin Zhongliang is a big "artifact", a growth-type magic weapon, it can absorb a world in the back, and it shouldn't be difficult to absorb these attacks, but it seems that it is still a little difficult to devour Konghou's attack now, it should be the reason why Jin Zhongliang has just gotten the magic weapon and has not grown enough.

Everyone was wondering why the magic weapon could fight against the spirit weapon, but Su Hanjin didn't see a trace of surprise in Wu Weibing's eyes, he was indifferent to everything around him, and he only had that Konghou in his eyes. The music was originally just a simple single note, but at some point, it became a song again, like a violent wind and rain, which made Su Hanjin think of an ambush on all sides. That exquisite chessboard should be able to block the attack, but at this time, Su Hanjin clearly heard the sound of banging, and some cracks appeared on the light curtain, which quickly cracked at a speed visible to the naked eye, causing the old man's face to change abruptly.

"Continue to add spirit stones to the ding!" Seeing that the situation was not good, he immediately gave an order, and the monk who had been waiting next to him immediately took action, throwing a piece of medium-grade spirit stones into the big ding, the old man's eyes were sharp, and he snatched the dustpan from one of the monks, and poured the spirit stones inside into it. At this time, the further expansion of the crack was slightly stopped.

The damage caused by the spiritual weapon, they Jindan monks did not dare to take it hard, and their magic weapons were as vulnerable as babies in front of the spiritual weapon. If the Linglong Chessboard Barrier is allowed to continue to crack, the monks below the Jindan stage present may not be able to escape death! Thinking of this, the old man yelled at Zhang Heng of Fanyin Pavilion again, "Zhang Lao'er, all the spirit stones are thrown in for me, if your apprentice goes on like this, is he going to lift my powerful valve?" ”

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred on the chessboard. Jin Zhongliang's small golden pagoda suddenly burst out with a golden light, soaring straight above the nine heavens. At this moment, the situation on the field took a sharp turn, and the small tower suddenly became larger, hovering over the chessboard, swallowing all the attacks of the phoenix.

After eating the attack of the spiritual weapon, the Tower of Annihilation was upgraded......

Su Hanjin: "......"

She is powerless to complain about such a rebellious golden finger.

"Until then, you're a good opponent." Kim Jong-liang's voice came from the chessboard, and the voice faintly gave people a sense of etherealism, adding a bit of mystery. "I hope you can be my opponent in the future."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a fiery red dragon appear from behind him, rush up into the sky, swim in the blue sky for a while, and then swoop down, majestic and majestic, making people feel frightened, but just as the dragon was about to hit the chessboard, it stopped suddenly, and then snaked upward, let out a pleasant dragon groan, and then very affectionately lifted the small tower. Just when everyone was stunned, the giant dragon opened its eyes suddenly, and in an instant, the majestic aura surged from all directions, forming a huge whirlpool above Jin Zhongliang's head, and the dragon hovered above the whirlpool, and the flames around it rose, absorbing and refining those surging aura one by one.

Kim Jong-liang is married.

He himself is in the Jindan period, and now he has made such a disappearance to make everyone look at him with admiration. In the eyes of outsiders, Jin Zhongliang has such a powerful cultivation as soon as he marries the Dan, which is comparable to the middle stage of the Jindan, and the power of the fire dragon is no one Su Hanjin saw that the head of the Haoqi Sect had a smile on his face at this time, while the faces of the other factions were even more gloomy, and the most ugly of them was Zhang Heng of Fanyin Pavilion, that is, Wu Weibing's master.

"Now, you're no match for me." Jin Zhongliang said slowly, his body was floating in the air, his white robe moved with the wind, his feet were on fire, his eyes were flat, and he did not have any pride and complacency, just quietly looked at Wu Weibing who was sitting, and this silence already contained strong self-confidence.

"Really?" Wu Wei Bing raised his head suddenly, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with an evil smile. His fingers gently brushed the strings, and his figure gradually faded, rippling like water lines, becoming shallower and shallower, and disappearing into the clouds. And the phoenix-headed gonghou has actually changed, sixteen strings have been combined into one, and the gonghou itself seems to have become a bow.

"Bastard! This bastard thing! "He's not used to being free and casual on weekdays, and he only does things with three points of effort, what kind of madness did he smoke today? Zhang Heng scolded in a lost voice, and immediately rushed to the chessboard. Seeing that he couldn't break through the limitations of the Linglong chessboard, he was about to destroy the bronze tripod, but was stopped by the strong man of the Haoqimen Jindan, "The competition is not over yet, is Elder Zhang going to break the rules?" ”

"Get out! Who dares to stop me! ”

However, at this moment, one after another water patterns appeared on the chessboard, and the ripples rippled round and round, like a light breeze blowing across the river, but it was this kind of tenderness that made the enchantment of the exquisite chessboard shatter at a very fast speed, and several Jindan period powerhouses were shocked and joined forces to control the coercion on the chessboard. At this time, Zhang Heng couldn't stop it even if he wanted to.

Gong Hou is a bow, and the body is an arrow. The strings surged like war drums, and with the fury of destroying everything, they rushed to Kim Jong-liang, who was standing proudly opposite. Such a desperate attack is Wu Weibing's catharsis, which transforms the itch in his heart into the pleasure of fighting, and turns it into a strong stroke on the road of immortality!

It's a pity that his opponent is Kim Jong-liang.

The roar of the fire dragon hovering in the air formed a wall of flames in front of Jin Zhongliang, and the power of that arrow was swallowed and consumed, and when it hit Jin Zhongliang, it was less than one-tenth of the original. It's just that even this one-tenth of the power made Jin Zhongliang's face change, he kicked back three steps, and almost fell off the chessboard, and after standing firm, Su Hanjin clearly saw that a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Jin Zhongliang's mouth.

Kim Jong-liang was injured. This is completely inconsistent with what was said in the complaining post. Su Hanjin suddenly realized that she didn't hear Jin Zhongliang's heart, this was her only cheat, but there was no at this time, which was enough to prove that there was no such paragraph in the original text.

Little butterflies flap their wings, and those subtle changes flow into a river like a trickle, and one day they can set off a huge wave.

As long as you live, there is hope.

PS：

The third watch will be delivered in the evening. Support a lot~ "Spirit weapon!" ”

"Zhang Heng, your apprentice actually has a spiritual weapon." The one who spoke was a Jindan stage powerhouse of Fanyin Pavilion, his eyes were split, his eyes were red, "Spirit weapon, it turned out to be a spirit weapon......

"That's my apprentice's chance, old horseman, if you dare to have some crooked thoughts, don't blame me for not caring about the feelings of the same door, and slaughtering you all over the building!" Brother Jin Dan, whose name was Zhang Heng, snorted, the person next to him glanced at him hatefully and turned his head, Zhang Heng pulled the corners of his mouth, and then turned his attention to the chessboard again, although he had a smug smile on his face, he was very worried.

This bastard boy, how did he use all this Konghou, isn't it nothing to do? Although the strength of that kid is also good, but at the last moment, how can he expose his hole cards? Can spiritual weapons be taken out and used casually? Darn!

At this time, Wu Weibing naturally didn't know what his master was thinking, he only knew that his heart was very itchy, if he didn't vent, he was afraid that the itch would penetrate deep into the bone marrow and invade the Dao heart that he had always insisted on and never wavered. Touching his Konghou and gently plucking the strings, he transmitted the itch accumulated in his heart to the air through the rhythm, turning into pleasure, into ambition, and into an omnipresent attack.

The sound of Konghou, at the beginning, was like the crisp sound of Kunlun Meiyu hitting, like the whisper between lovers, like the spring breeze blowing willow ripples lightly, like the rain hitting the plantain wind and breaking the peach blossoms, making people immersed in the breeze and drizzle, allowing the wisps of aura, unconsciously invading the body, until the sound suddenly changed, like a phoenix crying blood, a dragon roaring, in the blink of an eye, the monks on the chessboard were damaged in the meridians, and even exploded to death. At last, the playing of the gong hou slowed down again, and the sound was like a cry, like a mourning for the dead and wounded.

The end of a song. On the chessboard, only Jin Zhongliang was the only one who could stand, and everyone in the audience was shocked. Su Hanjin's shock was even greater than that of others, because she remembered that in the post, Jin Zhongliang killed all sides in the sect competition, leading the way, attracting the attention of countless people, and many female cultivators also secretly approved of it. That being the case, why would anyone be able to show such strength in the beginning. It was shocking with such an appearance. On the chessboard, one sits and one stands. The expression on the face of the seated person at this time was not as serious as before, but his eyes were bright, like the light of the bright moon.

"Fanyin Pavilion, Wu Weibing." He looked laid-back, his index finger pressed tightly on a string. He smiled earnestly.

"Hao Qimen, Kim Jong-liang." Kim Jong-liang has never looked at the foundation building period competition, and now, he realizes that there is an opponent here that deserves his attention. He put away his contempt. After smiling slightly, he said, "The two of us can only leave one on this chessboard." ”

"Well, let's get started!" Wu Weibing's index finger was released, and the gong hou made a "pop" sound. A spiritual aura shot out from the string, shooting towards Jin Zhongliang with a thunderous momentum, followed by the second, third, and fourth streams. Fifth ......

The sound of "popping" exploded in the air, and the monk's heart stepped on one drum after another. Ten thousand aura. It's so dense that it's heart-pounding.

Jin Zhongliang can't hide or retreat, he himself is standing on the edge of the chessboard, and retreating at this time is equivalent to losing. He can't hide or retreat, it's all just in an instant. It was a unique spiritual weapon, it only existed in legends tens of thousands of years ago, and it was easy to kill the Jindan monk, and the defeat of Jin Zhongliang was decided.

The monks present, except for Su Hanjin, all thought the same, but just as everyone sighed, a voice said unhurriedly: "The spirit weapon is really powerful. A small golden tower appeared out of thin air and blocked in front of Jin Zhongliang, Jin Zhongliang's face sank like water, and he shouted to close!

Wu Weibing's phoenix head is a spiritual weapon, and Jin Zhongliang's small pagoda seems to be a high-level magic weapon, and the two sides are not above the same level, but at this time, although the small pagoda is a little shaky and unstable against the power of the spiritual weapon, it is not immediately broken.

"Nine-story Tower of Annihilation." Others don't know, but Su Hanjin knows this magic weapon, Jin Zhongliang is a big "artifact", a growth-type magic weapon, it can absorb a world in the back, and it shouldn't be difficult to absorb these attacks, but it seems that it is still a little difficult to devour Konghou's attack now, it should be the reason why Jin Zhongliang has just gotten the magic weapon and has not grown enough.

Everyone was wondering why the magic weapon could fight against the spirit weapon, but Su Hanjin didn't see a trace of surprise in Wu Weibing's eyes, he was indifferent to everything around him, and he only had that Konghou in his eyes. The music was originally just a simple single note, but at some point, it became a song again, like a violent wind and rain, which made Su Hanjin think of an ambush on all sides. That exquisite chessboard should be able to block the attack, but at this time, Su Hanjin clearly heard the sound of banging, and some cracks appeared on the light curtain, which quickly cracked at a speed visible to the naked eye, causing the old man's face to change abruptly.

"Continue to add spirit stones to the ding!" Seeing that the situation was not good, he immediately gave an order, and the monk who had been waiting next to him immediately took action, throwing a piece of medium-grade spirit stones into the big ding, the old man's eyes were sharp, and he snatched the dustpan from one of the monks, and poured the spirit stones inside into it. At this time, the further expansion of the crack was slightly stopped.

The damage caused by the spiritual weapon, they Jindan monks did not dare to take it hard, and their magic weapons were as vulnerable as babies in front of the spiritual weapon. If the Linglong Chessboard Barrier is allowed to continue to crack, the monks below the Jindan stage present may not be able to escape death! Thinking of this, the old man yelled at Zhang Heng of Fanyin Pavilion again, "Zhang Lao'er, all the spirit stones are thrown in for me, if your apprentice goes on like this, is he going to lift my powerful valve?" ”

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred on the chessboard. Jin Zhongliang's small golden pagoda suddenly burst out with a golden light, soaring straight above the nine heavens. At this moment, the situation on the field took a sharp turn, and the small tower suddenly became larger, hovering over the chessboard, swallowing all the attacks of the phoenix.

After eating the attack of the spiritual weapon, the Tower of Annihilation was upgraded......

Su Hanjin: "......"

She is powerless to complain about such a rebellious golden finger.

"Until then, you're a good opponent." Kim Jong-liang's voice came from the chessboard, and the voice faintly gave people a sense of etherealism, adding a bit of mystery. "I hope you can be my opponent in the future."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a fiery red dragon appear from behind him, rush up into the sky, swim in the blue sky for a while, and then swoop down, majestic and majestic, making people feel frightened, but just as the dragon was about to hit the chessboard, it stopped suddenly, and then snaked upward, let out a pleasant dragon groan, and then very affectionately lifted the small tower. Just when everyone was stunned, the giant dragon opened its eyes suddenly, and in an instant, the majestic aura surged from all directions, forming a huge whirlpool above Jin Zhongliang's head, and the dragon hovered above the whirlpool, and the flames around it rose, absorbing and refining those surging aura one by one.

Kim Jong-liang is married.

He himself is in the Jindan period, and now he has made such a disappearance to make everyone look at him with admiration. In the eyes of outsiders, Jin Zhongliang has such a powerful cultivation as soon as he marries the Dan, which is comparable to the middle stage of the Jindan, and the power of the fire dragon is no one Su Hanjin saw that the head of the Haoqi Sect had a smile on his face at this time, while the faces of the other factions were even more gloomy, and the most ugly of them was Zhang Heng of Fanyin Pavilion, that is, Wu Weibing's master.

"Now, you're no match for me." Jin Zhongliang said slowly, his body was floating in the air, his white robe moved with the wind, his feet were on fire, his eyes were flat, and he did not have any pride and complacency, just quietly looked at Wu Weibing who was sitting, and this silence already contained strong self-confidence.

"Really?" Wu Wei Bing raised his head suddenly, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with an evil smile. His fingers gently brushed the strings, and his figure gradually faded, rippling like water lines, becoming shallower and shallower, and disappearing into the clouds. And the phoenix-headed gonghou has actually changed, sixteen strings have been combined into one, and the gonghou itself seems to have become a bow.

"Bastard! This bastard thing! "He's not used to being free and casual on weekdays, and he only does things with three points of effort, what kind of madness did he smoke today? Zhang Heng scolded in a lost voice, and immediately rushed to the chessboard. Seeing that he couldn't break through the limitations of the Linglong chessboard, he was about to destroy the bronze tripod, but was stopped by the strong man of the Haoqimen Jindan, "The competition is not over yet, is Elder Zhang going to break the rules?" ”

"Get out! Who dares to stop me! ”

However, at this moment, one after another water patterns appeared on the chessboard, and the ripples rippled round and round, like a light breeze blowing across the river, but it was this kind of tenderness that made the enchantment of the exquisite chessboard shatter at a very fast speed, and several Jindan period powerhouses were shocked and joined forces to control the coercion on the chessboard. At this time, Zhang Heng couldn't stop it even if he wanted to.

Gong Hou is a bow, and the body is an arrow. The strings surged like war drums, and with the fury of destroying everything, they rushed to Kim Jong-liang, who was standing proudly opposite. Such a desperate attack is Wu Weibing's catharsis, which transforms the itch in his heart into the pleasure of fighting, and turns it into a strong stroke on the road of immortality!

It's a pity that his opponent is Kim Jong-liang.

The roar of the fire dragon hovering in the air formed a wall of flames in front of Jin Zhongliang, and the power of that arrow was swallowed and consumed, and when it hit Jin Zhongliang, it was less than one-tenth of the original. It's just that even this one-tenth of the power made Jin Zhongliang's face change, he kicked back three steps, and almost fell off the chessboard, and after standing firm, Su Hanjin clearly saw that a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Jin Zhongliang's mouth.

Kim Jong-liang was injured. This is completely inconsistent with what was said in the complaining post. Su Hanjin suddenly realized that she didn't hear Jin Zhongliang's heart, this was her only cheat, but there was no at this time, which was enough to prove that there was no such paragraph in the original text.

Little butterflies flap their wings, and those subtle changes flow into a river like a trickle, and one day they can set off a huge wave.

As long as you live, there is hope.

PS：

The third watch will be delivered in the evening. A lot of support~

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