Hai Lao does not deserve pity.

Therefore, there will be no mercy in the future.

"You've always wanted to kill me, and now that I'm killing you, you won't complain. ”

Wei Qisheng's eyes were cold, condescending, and his face was full of indifference.

Hai Lao's eyes were cloudy, confused and sluggish, and his face was even older for decades, and he lost all his spirit and soul at once, and he was silent.

Wei Qisheng looked at it coldly for two or three seconds, and then slashed it down with a stick. The eyes did not blink, and there seemed to be no trace of emotion.

The Celestial Walking Stick fell without any hindrance, and in an instant the light was blazing, and the dust was billowing and drowning everything.

The dust covered the deep cave and buried the body of Hai Lao inside.

Wei Qisheng raised his hands and roared angrily at the sky.

It seems to be pleasant, it seems to be comfortable, it seems to be relaxed. But it is also like sorrow, like sorrow. There is the majesty of a dragon, but there is also a faint depression and loneliness.

On the side, the battle between Zhuge Ying and the water ghost had entered a white heat, and Wei Qisheng did not step forward to help, because Zhuge Ying's sword and her indifferent expression did not allow others to help, and the proud people would regard these as pity.

If he stepped forward to help, Zhuge Ying would definitely be very angry.

"There is a mountain behind you, you can never be strong, there is a road behind you, and you can never exert your greatest strength. ”

Before he remembered what Elder Li had said to him, this sentence was in Zhuge Ying's mouth.

Zhuge Ying confirmed her strength with her strength, even in the face of the peak of the ninth-level chess master, she was only one step away from piercing that layer of membrane and becoming a strong chess player, separating herself from the people below and becoming a person on top of the people.

The gap between a chess player and a chess player is very big, unimaginably big, and it is a huge chasm.

Don't think that there is only a thin line between a ninth-level chess master and a chess player, but the difference in strength between the two is very huge, one is in the sky and the other is underground.

The gap between chess masters and chess players has also made many people out of reach, and they will always stop at the ninth-level chess master, and they will never be able to cross that step and become a chess player.

The water ghost roared, and all the chains tied around his body flew out, forming a steel demonic beast, huge and terrifying, with a rolling breath. The huge barbed iron ball at the front was used as the head, and it rumbled towards Zhuge Ying.

With a terrifying hideousness on his face, the water ghost opened his big mouth, revealing his scarlet tongue, saliva flying, his eyes widened, and he was covered in blood, "Give me death." ”

The lines on his body seemed to come to life, as if a terrifying demonic beast rushed out of the water ghost's body and merged into the huge steel beast formed of steel.

The steel beast suddenly seemed to be alive, with a roar, its breath rose higher and higher, and its momentum became more and more terrifying, surging and monstrous, as if it were a tsunami, as if it was an avalanche, as if it was a terrible force of thousands of wild horses rushing from the vast grassland.

In this terrifying power like the end of the world, Zhuge Ying did not show a trace of fear, and her somewhat pale face was as indifferent as ice, just like the Zhuxian Sword in her hand.

The Zhuxian Sword made a terrifying sound of clear sound, which lasted for a long time, reaching straight into the sky.

Zhuge Ying's eyes were clear and unfazed, like a piece of ice that would not melt for thousands of years.

"Wargame sword shadow stab. ”

Zhuge Ying slowly took a step, the horizontal sword was in front, and the immortal sword was clear.

The white light was flourishing, and countless sword shadows flickered.

Zhuge Ying merged into the white sword shadow, rising into the sky, with countless white sword shadows, stabbing straight towards the water ghost.

The white sword shadow formed a tornado, constantly rotating away, the momentum became bigger and bigger, more and more prosperous, like a snowball, rolling bigger and bigger, flying sand and stones, directly cutting through time and space, forming a space-time tunnel, rolling away.

The edge of the sword is boundless.

As soon as the sword of Zhu Xian came out, the gods and demons roared in unison.

Fearless of everything, unstoppable.

The steel beast surged in, opening its mouth and roaring, terrifying and hideous.

Zhuge Ying held the Zhuxian Sword, and in the vast white sword shadow, he stabbed straight away.

Bang bang bang.

The steel beast was pierced by a sword, and in an instant it shattered into small pieces of iron and scattered in all directions.

The Zhuxian Sword did not stop, but became more and more imposing, penetrating the steel giant beast and stabbing at the water ghost.

The water ghost's distorted face was hideous and terrifying, but there was obvious fear and disbelief in that hideousness and horror, and the fear and disbelief grew thicker and thicker, thicker and thicker, slowly occupying all expressions on the face, and the hideous was no longer hideous, and the terrible was no longer terrifying.

All that remains, nothing but fear, despair and disbelief.

"Poof".

The Zhuxian Sword passed through without the slightest hesitation.

Zhuge Ying stood coldly, put away the Zhuxian Sword, and his face was pale.

The water ghost behind her fell, thudging and splattering countless clouds of dust, and blood gushing from the huge hole in her chest soaked the ground of the place where he was. His eyes were wide open, and the blue sky and white clouds seemed to be written on them.

Wei Qisheng glanced at this huge battlefield, which was almost in ruins, empty and desolate. Finally, his gaze fell on Zhuge Ying's face not far away.

Zhuge Ying also looked over, and his eyes met.

At that moment, it seemed like the end of the world, that moment, it seemed to be thousands of years, eternal years, that moment, the long seemed to be forever, and the short moment was like an instant.

In an instant, forever.

Wei Qisheng retracted his gaze and lowered his head in a daze. There was silence, and when he raised his head, Zhuge Ying had already walked into the distance.

Wei Qisheng's eyes looked at the back, complex and clear.

Yang Yi and Xi Jian were both seriously injured, but they killed all those strong disciples of the Chess Academy. Although the two of them were disabled, they laughed happily, as if they were extremely excited, and they laughed very freely.

The shadow was also stained with blood and scarred, but his face looked indifferent, fearless, and more excited. Although the shadow does not fight on the surface, he fights in the dark, and everyone knows that the danger of the shadow is not lower than anyone else, but the highest.

If there were no shadows fighting in the shadows, it would have been impossible for them to win this battle.

secretly divided the people of the chess academy, so that they could not get together, and the number of chess academy powerhouses killed, the shadow himself could not count, far more than Yang Yi and Xi Jian.

Wei Qisheng and the other five people quickly ran to the Qijing Pavilion in the chess courtyard of Liushui Town.

Although the Qijing Pavilion is in the chess courtyard, it is located in a corner and is extremely remote.

A pavilion is built in a dense forest, and that is the Qijing Pavilion in Liushui Town.

Before he could be born, he hurriedly got the two parchment rolls, found the compendium of materia medica, and woke up the willow smoke.

However, when Wei Qisheng flashed to the gate of the Chess Pavilion, his body stopped alive.

Because in front of him, there was a figure standing.

It was an old man, very old and very old, with a wrinkled face, a rickety body, wearing an old cloth shirt, and carrying a small oil lamp in his hand, and the flame of the small oil lamp was gently stirred in the wind, like a happy flame spirit.

There seemed to be a trace of sadness in the old man's eyes, buried deep under his thick eyelids.

He remembered him for the rest of his life, the old man with the oil lamp.

Wei Qisheng has always forgotten that there is such a person in Liushui Town, the breath of this old man with an oil lamp is simple and unpretentious, it can be said that there is no breath, but Wei Qisheng knows that this old man with an oil lamp is the most terrible person in Liushui Town, and the old ghost that the water ghost said just now may be referring to this old man of the oil lamp.

This old man with an oil lamp must be a chess player, and he may be even more terrifying.

Wei Qisheng didn't feel that he could defeat this old man with an oil lamp, but if he didn't work, he had to do it, because the parchment that woke up Liu Yan was behind the old man with an oil lamp, and at this moment, Wei Qisheng would not retreat. There is no retreat, only to move forward, for the people next to you.

Wei Qisheng looked at the old man with the oil lamp coldly, not knowing what he wanted to do.

However, the old man of the oil lamp just stood there quietly, his face was silent, and his eyes were unwavering.

Zhuge Shadow, Shadow and the others just stood quietly aside, without speaking, and no one moved.

In the dense forest, in front of the Chess Pavilion, there was silence for a moment, and the silent atmosphere made people feel very depressed.

The empty mountain birds whisper, and the time is silent.

"Little boy, your purpose has been achieved, why are you still here. The voice of the old man of the oil lamp revealed a trace of tiredness, a trace of blandness, a trace of leisure, just like the leisurely white clouds, the mottled tree shadow aperture, without a trace of **, maybe this is quiet and inaction.

Wei Qisheng put away his crazy breath and said calmly, "The Qijing Pavilion in Liushui Town has what I want, and a large part of the purpose of my coming here today is because of this. ”

"Oh, I see. The old man nodded faintly.

"The general trend of the world is not something that we can resist, our ability to wait is weak and vulnerable in the face of the general trend of the world, Hai Lao He did a little too much, but he is also for this chess continent, peace and tranquility are better than chaos. A deficit heart finally ended up like this. ”

"The Heart of the Red Heart, your Chess Academy enslaves the people of the Chess World Continent, is this called the Heart of Deficit?" Wei Qisheng suddenly roared angrily, his eyes blood-red.

"Alas. The old man sighed softly, "Maybe some people think like this, thinking that this is to suppress them, deceive them, and keep them like captive pets, but people don't want to have a peaceful world, which is better than chaos." ”

I can't see it, I only know that your Chess Academy deceived the people of the Chess Academy Continent, fooled people, kept them as pets, pretended to represent the will of the Chess Dao, spread rumors indiscriminately, made people kill each other, and killed people who knew the truth of the matter. ”

The old man of the oil lamp listened to the words of Wei Qisheng, lowered his head and pondered for a long time, before he said lightly, "Maybe." Then he looked up at Wei Qisheng, "When I first saw you back then, I thought you were not ordinary, and I hope you will not be ordinary in the future." ”

Wei Qisheng looked at the old man with the oil lamp in silence and did not speak.

"The world has changed, the wind has changed, everything has changed, and it will be like this. The old man paced and walked away slowly with the lamp. Left a sentence floating in the air.

"In front of heaven and earth, we are a speck of dust in the world, an ant. ”