Purple flames burned violently, in such a world of purple flames.

There were two figures flashing rapidly.

The speed was so fast that only one afterimage remained, and the person was already in another place.

Before he stepped on the sun footwork, his body weirdly dodged the snake-shaped sword that the ghost-faced scholar broke through the layers of purple flames.

Then a stick was cut out, and the ghost-faced scholar's body was also extremely weird, turning into two afterimages in the air, one afterimage was chopped by the unborn Tianxing stick, and the other figure flew into the air.

A black ball of flame shot out, and before he could wave the Skywalker stick, he blocked it. Then he looked coldly at the figure in the depths of the purple flame.

The figure was short and weird, vaguely through the layers of purple flames, and a wicked smile could be seen on his face.

"No wonder he can kill many third- and fourth-level chess players with a second-level chess master, no wonder he can make people frightened, the strength of this ghost-faced scholar should not be underestimated. ”

Before his life calmed down the chaotic aura in his body, he moved his arm, which was still trembling slightly.

That strange sword is a headache, it bends like a snake, it can be twisted at will, and there is no way to grasp the direction of the sword.

A person's chess strength is mainly reflected in each chess piece, and the perfect use of each chess piece is the most fundamental skill in battle. The power embodied in each of the chess pieces is mainly to watch the soldiers, while the cannon is equivalent to those fireball wind balls, which are long-range attacks, the rook represents speed, and the horse is a man's mount, which is also somewhat equivalent to various footwork.

And the shoji is the perfect combination of all the chess pieces, so everyone will press the shogi directly to the heart and use it to fight.

The chess pieces are the lead, and I am the chess player.

Every kind of chess piece in the Ghost Face Scholar is very strong, whether it is speed, footwork or various ranged attacks, and the most terrifying thing is the weird sword in his hand.

The ghost-faced scholar can kill a third- or fourth-level chess master with a second-level chess master, relying on that strange sword and the skill of using the sword.

Swordsmanship, a very terrifying combat technique, the Sword Pavilion where Li Lao is located, mainly studies swordsmanship.

And a chess master with strong swordsmanship is usually respected as a chess and sword master.

And the ghost-faced scholar in front of him, Yan Ran can become a chess and swordsman.

"I didn't expect you to be able to dodge so many of my swords, you must know that the average third-level chess master has already died under my sword by now. The ghost-faced scholar sneered.

Wei Qisheng stared at him coldly, and his whole body entered a state of alert, like a leopard ready to attack. Because there is a poisonous snake in front of him, he is in danger of being bitten at any time, and if he wants to live and defeat him, he must use all the methods at his disposal, and he must not be careless.

"I don't know why you came to kill me, or who asked you to kill me, but I don't want to know now. Wei Qisheng looked at the snake-shaped sword in the ghost-faced scholar's hand, gently turned the Tianxing stick in his hand, and rushed straight away, like a crazy leopard, "I only need to kill you now, anyone who stands in my way, just kill it." ”

"Hehe, it's good to know. The ghost-faced scholar grinned, his figure flashed, and disappeared in place.

The figure flickered, and before he was born, he stepped on a strange daily footwork, and swept towards the ghost-faced scholar with a stick.

The ghost-faced scholar saw the move, and the snake-shaped long sword in his hand was like a poisonous snake, flashing with a strange light, and a sword stabbed at the unborn.

If it weren't for the daily footwork that he was familiar with, he would have died under the strange swordsmanship of the ghost-faced scholar, and that sword, that kind of swordsmanship, would have been difficult to resist at all.

Fortunately, Wei Qisheng has a high perception of horses, and he also knows the horse's daily footwork, practice makes perfect, and he can always step out of the unpredictable daily footwork at a critical moment, dodging the deadly attack of the ghost-faced scholar.

However, the powerful strength and strange swordsmanship of the ghost-faced scholar still made Wei Qisheng suffer a very serious injury, Wei Qisheng pressed his chest, where the blood was boiling and the breath was corrupted, and Wei Qisheng couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of blood, and the blood flowed down the corners of his mouth.

The whole body was covered with sword wounds, thin, although not fatal, but very painful, like being bitten by a snake countless times.

"Hmph, I won't play with you anymore. The ghost-faced scholar looked at his masterpiece on Wei Qisheng's body, and his figure flashed and disappeared into the purple flames.

Wei Qisheng squinted his eyes and looked around coldly, stepping on the unpredictable daily footwork under his feet, and the Tianxing stick in his hand was always ready to go.

"Ten thousand snakes devour souls. ”

Suddenly, a cold voice came from the sky above his life.

When he looked up, he was shocked.

I saw the ghost-faced scholar wielding the snake-shaped long sword in his hand and rushing straight down, and the snake-shaped long sword turned into countless snake shadows in the air and rushed straight down, like ten thousand poisonous snakes writhing wildly, rushing straight towards the unborn.

Wei Qisheng's face sank, and the cold light flashed in his eyes, slowly turning red, and then red to black.

The sticks fell heavily to the ground, and a thick yellow curtain of light spread around them, slowly rippling into a thick yellow wall.

Wei Qisheng held the yellow Tianxing stick high and bathed himself in the yellow light emitted by the Tianxing stick.

Ten thousand snake shadows fell on the yellow light curtain, all of which instantly disappeared the heavens and the earth, and the yellow light curtain was also stabbed by the sharp edges of the serpentine sword shadows and became thin and transparent.

"Hmph, little magic weapon, how can you stop my ten thousand snake devouring spirits and break it for me. The ghost-faced scholar shouted, and countless snake shadows frantically crashed towards the yellow light curtain.

Wei Qisheng has been waiting, watching all the time.

Until the yellow light curtain is about to be broken, until the yellow light is about to disappear between heaven and earth.

Before he saw the face of the ghost-faced scholar, and the long howl of excitement, "Go and die." ”

However, at this critical moment, the Tianxing Stick in Wei Qisheng's hand turned wildly, and the only remaining bit of yellow light curtain penetrated the little snake shadow with Wei Qisheng and flew high into the sky.

Then he slashed down with a stick.

With the power to rise to the sky, he has the madness to cut everything.

A dragon's groan rang out, reaching up to the sky, shaking the entire flame ravine.

Everyone in the flame gully was shocked and stood up, all looking towards the purple flame area. Everyone heard the shocking dragon roar, and everyone looked at it in shock, and there were more and more people in the blue flame area, all sitting in the flames and watching the battle in the purple flame area.

"The Raptors cut through the air. ”

He shouted angrily.

The Celestial Walking Stick transformed into a golden dragon, slashing at the ghost-faced scholar with endless majesty.

The ghost-faced scholar in mid-air looked at this scene, his heart sank to the bottom, the excitement and laughter on his distorted face were all gone, and all that was left was disbelief, and the eyes that were wide and frightened did not last long before they were drowned out by the yellow light.

"Ahh An unwilling scream.

The raptor cut off the air and slashed at the ghost-faced scholar, and the ghost-faced scholar was heavily slashed into the ground, forming a huge hole in the ground, and the ghost-faced scholar instantly turned into a puddle of flesh, lying in the big hole, without breath.

Wei Qisheng looked coldly at the ghost-faced scholar in the cave, then glanced at Xiao Jin on his shoulder, and walked forward without hesitation into the dark flame area, this area of anger.

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