An invisible chessboard is enveloping the area.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator's feelings about this chessboard are particularly real.

He had obviously run on West Street, but he returned here in the blink of an eye, and the same was true of Yi Ming who was following him, thinking that no matter which direction he ran from, it would be the result.

The feeling of being on a chessboard was very unpleasant to him, even if it was a real chessboard.

What made him even more unhappy was the man who trapped them with the chessboard.

It turned out that the chess game here was a real game from beginning to end, and this game of chess began from the moment he came to the vicinity of the East City Gate.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator shifted his gaze to Yi Ming.

The latter's spiritual power was surging all over him, and he obviously wouldn't give him a second chance to leave.

With a silent sigh in his heart, the Northern Meditation Cultivator slowly walked towards Yi Ming.

Now he can't beat Yi Ming.

But when fighting Yi Ming, he may be able to find an opportunity to escape.

It's like when facing the aunt in Qiu's house.

However, what happened next surprised Northern Meditation Cultivator.

A small stream ran between the two of them.

In this stream of water elementals, there is not enough water to burst into the power of the painting, and either of them can crack it with a single blow.

This is Ye Xinglu's attitude.

So the Northern Meditation Cultivator didn't make a move.

Yi Ming didn't dissipate the spiritual power around him, and asked puzzledly, "Why?"

"I know what I'm doing. Ye Xinglu paused word by word and said firmly, "They only asked us to stabilize the situation in Zhongzhou City, and did not accurately give orders to Zhou Han. ”

"In that case, I want to protect him, and it is also within the scope of permission. ”

Yi Ming frowned and said, "You know ......"

"Needless to say, if you want to move Zhou Han, pass me first. ”

Listening to Ye Xinglu's resolute words, Yi Ming had no choice but to stop.

Among the five great entrants of the Holy Pavilion, he is not the one who wants the Northern Immortal Cultivator to die the most, but he definitely wants to take the Cold Immortal Sword back the most, and it is precisely because of this that he rushed to Zhongzhou City as soon as the summoning order was issued, wanting to take advantage of the general situation to kill the Northern Immortal Cultivator and then bring the Immortal Coldness Sword back.

But he never wanted to be an enemy of Ye Xinglu, or rather, he only wanted to be an enemy of Ye Xinglu.

He didn't think that Ye Xinglu, who was the eldest sister in the Holy Pavilion, would be like an old hen protecting a chicken, unswervingly standing on the side of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, and not long ago, she did her best to let the Northern Meditation Cultivator stay here.

The Northern Meditation is also very strange about this.

The Northern Darkness Cold Qi that he broke into Ye Xinglu's body was very thin, and it should have dissipated naturally by now, if Ye Xinglu wanted to stop him, he could do his best to make a move, even if she didn't finish painting in advance, his Heavenly Humanity didn't have extra spiritual power for him to consume, and there was no Cold Soul Sword in his hand.

Although Lu Linxi's thousand machines are ingenious, it is not his own natal sword after all, and with its cold sword intent, its power will still be greatly reduced.

Ye Xinglu really wanted to make a move, but he couldn't resist it.

"Why didn't you do it this time?"

Bei Ming Xiu asked seriously.

Ye Xinglu sighed lightly and said, "Even if I stop you, will you stay here obediently?"

There is no need for Northern Meditation to answer, everyone present knows this answer.

No.

Because Yu Luoxia is still outside.

Because the city of Zhongzhou is undergoing drastic changes.

Because he has a deep obsession in his heart.

Bei Ming Xiu said, "Thank you." ”

Ye Xinglu said helplessly: "If you continue to stop you, I'm afraid that you will hold a grudge." ”

Bei Ming Xiu smiled bitterly and said, "Am I this kind of person?"

Although he is not an atmospheric person, he has not yet reached the point where he will hold grudges casually.

His grudges are only against the enemy.

Bei Ming Xiu held a thousand machines in his hand and looked up at the clear blue sky.

Now Yi Ming doesn't need him to worry.

Then, he can deal with this game with all his heart.

......

Bei Mingxiu glanced at Lu Linxi.

"It's all lent to you, and it's up to you to use it. ”

Lu Linxi said angrily: "Not every sword cultivator is like you, unwilling to step on his natal sword and fly. ”

"If only you didn't mind. ”

The Northern Darkness cultivates thousands of machines, and the sword flies into the sky.

What he saw from mid-air was similar to what he had imagined.

The neighborhood is still the same one.

It's just that Wang Jingyun used the chessboard to block the space here, to be precise, the four of them were blocked around this alley, but it would not affect the other residents.

Bei Ming Xiu closed his eyes and began to probe the weak points of the chessboard.

Although the Cold-Stygian Sword is not in his hand, the Cold-Stygian Sword Soul still resides in his sea of consciousness, and the Cold-Stygian Sword Intent is still pure, so it is not difficult to do this.

Soon, though, his brow furrowed slightly.

He could feel the invisible barrier of the square around him.

There are no weaknesses, and it is indeed a square and solid chessboard.

Bei Mingxiu subconsciously thought of the chessboard where he had also fallen a lot.

The texture of that chessboard should also be solid.

But no matter how solid it is, a few more swords should be broken.

The Northern Darkness Cultivator landed lightly, and the Thousand Machines fell into his hand again, and the Cold Darkness Sword Intent was poured into it, and a sword slashed out towards the front.

Under normal circumstances, it is the stupidest way to force the formation directly.

But it's also the most effective method.

......

"Why don't you give up?"

Wang Jingyun pulled his beard nervously, the white child in his hand seemed to fall, and when he saw Beiming cultivating his sword, he couldn't help but sigh.

His chessboard seems to be sturdy, but in fact it is just a strong outsider and a middle cadre, forcibly locking them in the Northern Meditation Cultivation is already the limit, and it really can't withstand the simple and crude destruction of the Northern Meditation Cultivation.

After thinking about it for a while, he still chose to fall into the field.

Three white pieces quickly landed on the chessboard.

Three thunderbolts sounded in the ears of the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

Three invisible barriers also appeared in front of Qianji.

Bei Ming Xiu didn't care about what happened in front of him, and the thousand machines swept back, and immediately slashed out again.

The sword he used was the Canglang Sword.

The sword momentum can be like the sword of the waves rushing through the waves.

As long as the sword momentum is stacked on top of each other, there will always be a sword that is enough to force a hole in the chessboard.

If Wang Jingyun didn't obstruct it, he would have used the sword momentum to coerce him when he was about to exhaust it, and Wang Jingyun's obstruction only made him advance the process.

The waves are still layered.

No matter how many white sons Wang Jingyun fell, he was only immersed in the waves, waiting for the last sword with enough power.

He knew that Wang Jingyun didn't want to kill him, otherwise he could have attacked him directly, instead of stopping his sword.

For that, he was grateful, but he still had to go out.

Some things wouldn't have happened if he hadn't been hiding here.

After all, we still have to face it.

So the Northern Meditation Cultivator exerted the vicissitudes of the waves, and the sword momentum was constantly stacked.

The waves stacked on and off for the twenty-seventh time.

Wang Jingyun Luozi's hand trembled slightly, and his face turned slightly pale.

The waves stacked up to thirty-eight times.

Wang Jingyun's face became more and more ugly, and the speed of the fall became faster and faster.

The waves stacked up to forty-two.

Wang Jingyun's hands couldn't help trembling, as if he was seeding seeds, and sprinkled all the white seeds into the chessboard.

The waves stacked up to forty-three times.

Blood overflowed from the corners of Wang Jingyun's mouth, and he sat down in a daze.

He could no longer stop the sword of the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

He could only pray in his heart that nothing would happen to this child.

......

Bei Mingxiu's hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

At this time, his body was under tremendous pressure.

The waves are stacked with more than forty layers, and it is not easy for him to maintain them, and as long as he is discouraged, even if it is only a momentary discouragement, it will be difficult for him to maintain the waves stacked, and all the efforts he has made for a long time will come to naught.

Fortunately, he has been very good at patience since he was a child, especially good at enduring pain.

Back then, the Fallen Yuan invasion failed to defeat him, Li Duye's methods failed to defeat him, and Xiao Pingsheng's Heavenly Demon Black Sword failed to defeat him.

The only thing that really knocked him down was the Immortal Killing Technique of Bei Yingshuo.

Compared with the previous ones, the current pain is really nothing.

The Northern Immortal Cultivator grasped a thousand machines and slashed the sky with a sword.

Something seemed to be broken in the air.

A certain board is also broken.

Around the alley, the cold wind was howling, and the pedestrians on East Street couldn't help but shiver, and subconsciously tightened their clothes.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator walked out of the alley.

Lu Linxi followed.

"Where are you going?"

Lu Linxi asked casually.

Bei Ming Xiu thought about it carefully and said, "Luo Xia is in the Shen family?"

"You want to pick her up?"

Lu Linxi raised his eyebrows and said, "Shen Yi is too strong, we can't beat it." ”

Bei Ming Xiu smiled and said, "If I go in from the front, what if you put a cold gun in the back?"

"That's a good idea, try it?"

Between talking and laughing, the two have gone far.

Ye Xinglu saw them leave, and immediately pulled Yi Ming over, and sighed: "There's no need to fight now, find a place to relax, I'll have a treat." ”