The shouts resounded through the field, the Kuroko side went head-on, the white son attacked again, dispatched a large number of men and horses to block the sunspot's flank, the flank to the sunspot to retreat, three steps down, four steps up, the formation is unpredictable, the two sides are deadlocked, and the sunspot's flank is captured. To resurrect the flanks, you'll have to fight your way through the enemy camp.

"I need your swordsmanship to open the Tower of Babel, which has been sealed for a long time." When the ghost speaks, Nanshan's head hangs very low, perhaps thinking about the chess game, or maybe thinking about the so-called Tower of Babel.

The ghost picked out the white chess pieces from the porcelain, and the deep purple pupils reflected the white chess pieces, reflecting the fire like jewels. The room could only accommodate a maximum of five people, and the stove and chessboard alone took up most of the area, with the charcoal stone burned scarlet and the firewood placed next to it. Nanshan's hand was stretched out in the porcelain, but he was just playing with the chess pieces in the porcelain, but his eyes were fixed on the chess game, he was used to the ghost-like eyes, and the coercion did not work for him.

Like a chess game on the battlefield, the white son is dazzling, the sunspot is gone, the army is fragmented, the white son does not attack, but wanders in front of the sunspot, the sunspot has no room to fight back, the proud knights step down the horse, and the mercy to the enemy is cruel to themselves. Nanshan's face was as calm as a person with a winning roll, Hao was not impatient, he calmly put the chess pieces he was playing with on the chessboard, a chess piece knocked on the chessboard, the sound was sonorous and powerful, and the chess pieces next to him were slightly shaken.

In the chess game, Kuroko appeared a figure wearing silver armor, the silver armor on the horse's back reflected the dead knight, the silver figure held a spear in his hand, the head of the spear, the red light rose and fell, the torrent of life flowed at the head of the spear, the red cloak swayed in the air filled with the smell of blood, the dark blue breath gushed out from the tip of his nose looking up at the galaxy, the war horse made a charge state, the horse's eyes flowed with golden light, and the light flickered.

The knight holds the reins in his left hand, the sound of the horse's whistling runs through the field, the horse's front feet leave the ground and flutter in the air, accompanied by the horse's roar, even the people and the horse shoot into the white, like a white streamer in the white child jumps rapidly, Hao is irregular, the white streamer passes through it, and everywhere it goes, people turn over on their backs.

"Two thousand years have passed since the time of the Tower of Babel, and the products of the old times are not worth repeating the mistakes of the past." Nanshan said coldly.

On the battlefield, the east began to vomit white, the morning sun slowly rose from the field, the boundary between darkness and light was stretched by the morning sun, the light broke out of the cocoon in the darkness, riding a knight on a horse covered with armor, the sun staggered into yin and yang on the face, yin and yang were staggered, the yin and yang junction line was on his face, the spear was bloody, and the blood dripped in the sand of the battlefield, forming a small blood pit, and hundreds of thousands of people and horses in the sunspot formed a human wall. The knight's strength is at the junction of yin and yang.

In the middle of the white son, the knight kneeling on the ground was pierced in the chest by a spear, leaving a terrifying hole. Facing the rising sun and turning his back to the darkness, he leaned on an iron sword and slowly lowered his head towards the full sun.

Baizi - defeated

At this point, the ghost style lost, he knew that the so-called chess game was actually a bet, and if he won, he would have the opportunity to pull Nanshan together to create a new Nordic era, but he lost, according to the rules of old friends, the person who lost is not qualified to make a request.

"Haha, Brother Nanshan's chess skills have not diminished back then, if it was before." Ghost Shi suddenly said coldly, the killing intent in his eyes surged towards Nanshan, "You killed the entire angel army alone. "The whole ghost is like a deflated leather ball, slumped against the wooden wall, although the early trend has been decided, it is already a victory. But he didn't expect that the last point of the chess game made him lose too completely, every stone has a point, as long as this point is broken, the stones will be broken and scattered, in fact, he also understands that it was Nanshan who deliberately set up a game of concealment at the beginning of the chess game, but the ghost style wants to drill into it, but he wants to win too much, he has a chance to win, and he has no qualifications if he loses.

"I won't help you." Nanshan said categorically, "I promised a person that I would not kill people again, and I would not use murderous swordsmanship again." "He's about to clean up the game.

"I know that Chu Lin's death has hit you hard." The ghost teased and said, "Isn't it just a woman?" He suddenly lowered his voice and whispered in Nanshan's ear, "There are thousands of women in this world. ”

Nanshan was stunned for a moment, his hand to clean up the chess game was in mid-air, his face seemed to be gloomy and gloomy, and thunder and lightning were about to run out from there.

"There are thousands of girls like Mu Bai in this world, maybe they will meet more ...... than her," the ghost said halfway through, and the angry reprimand made him not speak again.

"Ghost style!"

The coercion turned on, as if an ancient bell rang, the moment the sound rang, the furnace fire swayed wildly, and thought of the beast from the abyss, the paper paste on the wall began to tear one by one, Nanshan's eyes, the red light like lava surged, full of killing intent, his hair all floated up the moment the bell rang, and dimmed like a broken candle for a moment.

"If I had been there, I wouldn't have left her." Nanshan sat down, the ancient bells receded, his hair spread out, and the anger of a moment faded after this sentence was uttered.

Scattered memory fragments, reconnected, the memories of the sunset poured in like a flood, the dusty memories opened again, there was a sunset, there was flowing water, the red glow was reflected on the riverside, the man held the woman's hand, the slanting sun stretched their figures, and she was so beautiful in her memory. But memories are sealed in the dust, some good and some bad. The horse thief's rough face, the crimson paw prints on the snow-white skin, the beautiful girl, now her hair is unkempt, her clothes are torn by the horse thief, her graceful figure, the tooth marks and knife marks are eye-catching, and the corners of her mouth are bloody, and the memory of herself holding her in her arms, blood wetting his clothes.

Life is glass, fragile, yet as tenacious as nature. Life passed between his fingers, he was late, but Mu Bai was still alive, fighting against death in his arms, he was waiting for someone, the whole person came to save him, but she didn't wait, nor did she wait for Nanshan, Chu Lin's lips trembled slightly.

"Take care of ...... Shine...... Look at...... Good my sister. ”

"Good! Good! I'll take care of her, but you won't die. ”

He ran up, Xiao Feng watched Nanshan run in front of her, halfway through the run, he stopped running, there was no thunder, no lightning, and the rain fell quietly.

"Chu Lin! Chu Lin! ”

He shouted as hard as he could, but those beautiful eyes slowly closed, and the hand wiping tears slid down Nanshan's cheeks......

In his memory, he knelt on the ground and pillowed Chu Lin's head in his arms, the autumn leaves were knocked down by the wind and rain, the raindrops hit the pond, the ripples were like notes in the rain, the rain hit the boy's head, and let the rain pour down.

"Nanshan ......" Youmu put the long knife behind him, he knew that Nanshan was a person, once he made up his mind, he couldn't move.

The ghost slowly stood up and looked down at Nansugi, who was kneeling.

"Holy Law Dossier: Twelve Heavenly Dao Sword Techniques."

The ghost opened the door and strode away, "I'm afraid no one will appreciate your excellence anymore." ”

The ghostly contemptuous smile, like a knife cut, pierced his heart, and a portrait hung on the wall opposite Nanshan. Make a picture frame out of sandalwood

"Chu Lin......"

Tears unconsciously flowed from his left eye, and when they dripped on the black chess, they splashed into waves, and the tears turned into countless droplets, 12 years ago, he decided to stay away from the crowd and take Xiao Feng, who was only nine years old, with him, in order not to let her be hurt again, not to be bullied, as the successor of the Heavenly Dao Sword, he poured his life's learning into her.

"The Holy Law Dossier, the Twelve Heavenly Dao Sword Technique, I'm afraid it's really going to be lost......"