For a long time, a wargame before the final round of the individual battle was like a skirmish before the final round of the individual battle.

Although it is not as real as the last round, chess and sword competitions are both in the form of two-to-two duels, just like a mild version of the battle, and people can see the top duel that everyone is looking forward to in the end.

When the lake and mountain are about to reach the top, the top 16 battle will be held on the platform near the top of the mountain.

The Battle Table, as the name suggests, is exactly where the fierce battle begins.

Under such a cruel elimination system, no one who can come here is a vegetarian.

At this time, hundreds of cultivators had been eliminated to the last sixteen, and each of them was ...... Of course, except for the accidental joiner, everyone else was a cultivator who had been famous for a long time, and it was rare to see these people get together under ordinary opportunities.

The round of 16 began at the height of the night, but under the light of the fire, the faces of the onlookers were not tired, but everyone's eyes widened.

In the darkness before dawn.

The bell for the start of the round of 16 is ringing.

Everyone looked at the only eight chessboards left on the battle table with great anticipation.

There are vendors carrying their burdens to sell syrup snacks on the mountainside, and the onlookers are eating and drinking while reserving the energy to cheer for the next chess game.

After all, every next game should be longer than any of the previous ones, and this battle that began at everyone's most exhausting moment was about to break out.

The crowd was originally ...... That's what I thought.

But the next quarter of a quarter of an hour rang, and the chess game between Ying Baoyue and the disciples of the Northern Han Pavilion was over.

What about the pitched battle?

"How many of the Northern Han Pavilion disciples have lost in her hands this day?" On the high platform, Jiang Yuanyuan asked in amazement.

"Three." Ji Jiashu replied.

Well, this guy really counted.

(Later anti-theft)

It is true that it gets dark late in the summer evening, but the high platform halfway up the mountain is not as wide as the original racecourse, and the whole platform suddenly becomes extremely hot after lighting the torch.

From early morning to dark, the total time of the chess game has exceeded five hours and ten hours. That is, the cultivator can continue to play in this situation, but no matter what, the iron fighter will not be able to hold on, and after the start of the thirty-two battle, some chess players will start to make frequent mistakes.

Another reason for rapid chess began to appear.

"The game of board number eight is coming to an end." Jiang Yuanyuan, who was fanned by the palace people on the high platform, yawned, "If we all make mistakes like this, this round should be over soon." ”

If Ying Baoyue's rapid chess in the morning was caused by her unexpected moves and endless traps, today's rapid chess games are caused by the mistakes of players whose attention has begun to fade.

"At this time, the competition will begin to be true." Ji Jiashu stood beside him and said lightly.

It can not be said that there is a big gap in everyone's chess strength to stay in this round, but it is rare to be able to maintain concentration and physical strength at this time and ensure that you do not make mistakes.

And if you make a mistake and are caught by your opponent, then this game is here.

Sure enough, the end bell rang on the cloud platform, and as Jiang Yuanyuan expected, the chess game on the eighth chessboard was over.

"Sure enough, I won," Jiang Yuanyuan said, he looked at the jubilant disciples of the Northern Han Pavilion, "It's the Northern Wei Dynasty again......"

"Because there are a lot of people left in the Northern Wei Dynasty," Tuoba Xun said with a smile.

Among the thirty-two people, the Northern Wei Dynasty alone accounted for twelve people, although each individual battle was calculated by himself, but in this case, it seemed that any country with more people seemed to be powerful.

Unlike the Former Qin Civil War that appeared in the previous round, although there were many people in the Northern Wei Dynasty, there were not too many civil wars drawn.

"After this game, I can probably leave about half of the Northern Wei Dynasty." Tuoba Xun smiled.

"Half?" Jiang Yuanyuan was a little surprised when he heard this, after all, there were only about six people in half, which was a little inconsistent with the current momentum of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

"After all, there is one who will definitely not win," Tuoba Xun shrugged, listening to the chess moves on the No. 1 chessboard reported by Wang Zhusheng in his ear.

The No. 1 chessboard naturally belongs to the first Yinghuyue in the previous game.

Her opponent this time was a rank sixth-level Northern Han Pavilion disciple.

"Someone on the No. 1 chessboard threw in the towel." At this time, the bell of the end rang again on the stage.

The disciples of the Northern Han Pavilion did not make a mistake, but the chess game was also completely over at the time of eighty moves. At a time that everyone didn't expect, Ying Baoyue won again.

"The former Qin princess won again......"

"This seems to be the real thing......"

"Huh? It's over there? ”

The people around looked at this result and discussed it again, and the expressions on their faces gradually changed from disbelief to extremely complicated. However, many people in the former Qin retracted their gaze from another game and looked at the No. 1 chessboard in amazement.

"I guess not many people in the former Qin people are paying attention to her game this time," Tuoba Xun on the high platform said sarcastically.

If there are too many people left in the Northern Wei Dynasty, then there are too few people left in the former Qin.

There were only two people left in the audience, and the identity of one person was still a little complicated. At this time, almost all the people of the former Qin pinned their hopes on Huo Zhan. Women can't practice, in the eyes of most cultivators, Ying Baoyue is not an orthodox cultivator, Huo Zhan is.

"If I was still in the mood to watch the excitement before, but now the attention of the former Qin people is on the lone seedling in their hearts." Jiang Yuanyuan smiled and said sarcastically.

But having said that, reality is indeed reality.

Ideas that have existed for thousands of years are not so easy to change.

Jiang Yuanyuan thought about it, if the princess of Xia Nanchu participated in the junior ceremony with him, I am afraid that even the ministers who mocked him before that he was not as good as his eldest brother would still choose to support him.

This is the real situation of the nuns.

But the irony is that even in such adversity, it was the princess who won first.

Even those who wanted to say a word about the weak female cultivator didn't have a chance to speak.

"In a chess game where no one makes a mistake, she is still the first person," Ji Jiashu said quietly.

The former Qin people were in a complicated mood when they watched this scene, but before they could go back to watch Huo Zhan's chess game, the bell of the end sounded in their ears again.

"The thirteenth chessboard has been decided!"

"Northern Wei, Mo Huasheng!"

With the announcement of the examiner, the eyes of the former Qin cultivators widened.

"Thirteenth chessboard? The one of the eldest son of Huo? ”

"Master Huo lost?"

"What is the origin of this person called Mo Hua, not a disciple of the Northern Han Pavilion?"

"This former Qin ...... There's only one person left? ”

Women can't practice, in the eyes of most cultivators, Ying Baoyue is not an orthodox cultivator, Huo Zhan is.

"If I was still in the mood to watch the excitement before, but now the attention of the former Qin people is on the lone seedling in their hearts." Jiang Yuanyuan smiled and said sarcastically.

But having said that, reality is indeed reality.

Ideas that have existed for thousands of years are not so easy to change.

Jiang Yuanyuan thought about it, if the princess of Xia Nanchu participated in the junior ceremony with him, I am afraid that even the ministers who mocked him before that he was not as good as his eldest brother would still choose to support him.

This is the real situation of the nuns.

But the irony is that even in such adversity, it was the princess who won first.

Even those who wanted to say a word about the weak female cultivator didn't have a chance to speak.

"In a chess game where no one makes a mistake, she is still the first person," Ji Jiashu said quietly.

The former Qin people had mixed feelings when they watched this scene, but before they could go to see Huo Zhan's chess game again, the end bell sounded in their ears again