The thunder is gone, leaving only a drizzle.

The eaves are green, and the rain and fog are sluggish.

Raindrops drip from the eaves of the leaky pavilion and fall on the bluestone slabs, forming water droplets, and then disappearing.

Every chess piece was soaked in rain.

The confrontation between black and white lasted for a long time.

Suddenly, Shirako looked up sharply.

The right hand pushes forward and pushes the three pieces in the left hand out.

Shiroko's actions startled Kuroko and hurriedly retreated.

But Shiroko was faster, and as soon as Kuroko retreated, he was chased by Shiroko to his side.

A return pistol, and Shiroko grabbed Kuroko's throat with a kickback.

Moment.

Kuroko's body stiffened, and he didn't dare to move in the slightest.

This is the most primitive six-game chess.

A red-clothed player, sitting under the Leaky Sky Pavilion, looked indifferently at the sunspot opposite.

The player on the opposite side wears a hat and holds a chess piece in his right hand.

The other hand is hidden under the bluestone chessboard.

I don't see anything out of the ordinary.

For this hat-wearing player, the white man on the other side is too weird.

One thought after another flashed through his mind:

Is it to give up? Is it to keep going?

The old pianist Zhong Yi was still playing the same tune, as if he had discovered nothing, and everything was still so calm.

The tune, like a difficult flowing water, flowed slowly through the whole square.

Raindrops, wetting the bluestone slabs, form dots on the ground.

The two looked at each other for a long time.

A sword.

A samurai sword.

Appears behind the player wearing the hat.

Freezing cold.

The tip of the sword is pointed directly at the back of the neck of the man wearing the hat.

It's Yang Zhu.

The red-clothed player looked at Yang Zhu with a cold gaze and a stiff body.

"You've lost!" The red-clothed player said coldly.

"I did lose!" The corners of the hat-wearing gamer's mouth curled up and a smile appeared.

As soon as the words fell, Yang Zhu's right hand was violently forced, and the tip of the sword picked up the hat on the head of the flying player.

The hat drew an arc in the air and landed gently on the bluestone slab.

The player who wears the hat is Ou Yezi.

When he saw the hat being picked, his heart shook slightly.

Ou Yezi threw the chess piece in his left hand outward, and drew a sword from under the bluestone chessboard with his right hand.

With a flash of sword light, Ou Yezi turned over, jumped onto the chess table, stepped on the chess piece, and swept the long sword in his hand.

Yang Zhu's eyes widened, watching Ou Yezi's attack, his body leaned back sharply, and he narrowly dodged the blow.

At the same time, the sword in his hand stabbed forward.

With this sword, Yang Zhu stabbed Ou Yezi in the chest, not in the abdomen, but Yang Zhu knew that this stab would definitely be able to pierce the opponent's armor.

This sword is enough!

"Ding!"

The long sword stabbed Ou Yezi in the chest.

Yang Zhu felt the other party's body tremble.

Ou Yezi was not flustered, but grinned.

With the help of his body, he jumped backwards out of the chess table and jumped ten meters.

A sword pierced the air, but it did not affect Yang Zhu's mood, but with a smile on his face, he stepped back.

"Ding~"

Ou Yezi's long sword pierced the bluestone ground.

Draw a spark.

Yang Zhu stood on the edge of the chess table, looked at Ou Yezi, and said with a smile: "What's your name?" "

Ou Yezi snorted coldly and said, "My name is Ou Yezi!" "

Hearing these four words, Yang Zhu's pupils contracted suddenly.

For a moment, it was as if the whole world had turned black and white.

"Ou Yezi!" Yang Zhu whispered, he silently recited the name in his heart, and a strong hatred rose in his heart.

The strength of the other party is beyond his imagination.

He didn't know what the other party's cultivation was.

But he knows that the strength of the other party is definitely not weaker than his own!

Yang Zhu is a warrior in the fivefold realm of the Ning Yuan Realm, and in the display of martial arts, he can be said to be perfect, and in terms of combat experience, it is not comparable to ordinary people.

But now, he was actually suppressed by the other party!

The strength of the other party is far better than your own!

Could it be that the other party has reached the realm of transformation?!

Huagang Realm?!

Yang Zhu's heart froze, and his eyes showed extreme shock.

Huagang Realm, but the legendary level, that is below the martial artist, is not touchable at all.

And in real life, he hadn't heard of the existence of even a powerhouse in the Transformation Realm.

And now, a name makes me feel so shocked.

Yang Zhu's heart was shocked, but he did not lose his mind.

He quickly calmed down, and his eyes were still looking at Ou Yezi coldly.

"Get out of the way, please!" Looking at Ou Yezi, "I'm going to kill a cadre!" ”

"Kill the general! You have to kill me first! Ou Yezi looked at Yang Zhu and said lightly, "Otherwise, please leave as soon as possible!" ”

"You, looking for death!" Yang Zhu was furious, and the long sword in his hand shot towards Ou Yezi's body.

A sword ray, drawing an afterimage, struck towards Ou Yezi.

Ou Yezi's face did not change, he shook his hand, and the long sword flung forward.

The sword qi was vertical and horizontal, colliding with Yang Zhu's sword qi in one place.

The two forces collided with each other, and a brilliant fire exploded.

Yang Zhu's eyes turned blood red.

The sword in his hand stabbed Ou Yezi again and again.

Every sword is a deadly sword.

Once Yang Zhu stabbed out, there was no hesitation.

Every time he stabbed out, it was his strongest blow, and he retreated with one blow and fled backwards.

His sword can penetrate the opponent's defenses every time, but every time it is a few points off.

This made him grow angrier and angrier.

The sword in Ou Yezi's hand became more ferocious, and every time he stabbed out, there was a sword flashing.

Wherever the sword passed, all obstacles were reduced to ashes.

The ground around the chess table was stirred up by the sword, and it was a mess.

Yang Zhu's body was injured by the sword, and blood oozed down his clothes, staining his whole body.

The aura on Yang Zhu's body is also getting weaker and weaker.

Yang Zhu's face turned pale, and there was a tired look in his eyes.

Ou Yezi was not in a hurry, his long sword was still waving, and his whole person looked extremely tall, like the god of war.

"Puff~"

A sword aura slashed across Yang Zhu's left shoulder.

Blood spurted out.

Yang Zhu's face changed, and he hurriedly used Xuan Gong, sealed the wound, stopped the flow of blood, and the soul power in his body began to run, dispersing the sword.

Yang Zhu's gaze looked at Ou Yezi coldly.

Ou Yezi snorted coldly, waved the sword in his hand again, and stabbed towards Yang Zhu.

"Huh!"

Yang Zhu dodged Ou Yezi's attack, his body rolled in mid-air, dodging Ou Yezi's sword blade, and then rushed towards Ou Yezi's body.

The sword light shone brightly, and one after another sword light extended out from the hilt of the sword.

"Boom!"

Yang Zhu's sword slammed into Ou Yezi's blade.

Ou Yezi's sword was broken in two at once.

Ou Yezi staggered and took a few steps back.

"Poof!"

Ou Yezi's body fell to the ground.

Ou Yezi's face was pale, beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead, and his eyes were filled with extremely rich unwillingness.

Ou Yezi's eyes stared at Yang Zhu deadly, his eyes full of resentment.

"You've won!" Ou Yezi said coldly.

Ou Yezi stood up and turned to leave.

Ou Yezi walked a long way and suddenly fell.

Ou Yezi's body went limp, and he fell to the ground.

Yang Zhu exhaled slowly.

A huge sense of prostration came over me.

Yang Zhu's legs weakened and he knelt on the ground.

His palms pressed against his chest, and he felt his heart, as if it was about to jump out of it, and his whole body ached.

Just now, Ou Yezi almost defeated him with one move.

If it weren't for the protection of Xuan Qi in Yang Zhu's body, Ou Yezi would have pierced his heart with a sword.

Yang Zhu said secretly:

"This is a spooky town!"