"Who the hell are you" The millennium banshee was a little flustered, she hadn't seen her so flustered since she saw her without a trace.

"Millennial Banshee..... I still remember a popular saying in the early years, Southern Rakshasa , Northern Chess Demon, and Hades also lost their souls when they saw it" After a ghostly chanting, it made Wuxian feel his scalp numb.

The thousand-year-old banshee's face changed suddenly when she heard this, and her already messy emotions became even more difficult to restrain at this time. The corners of her eyes, the corners of her mouth, and even her nostrils twitched.

The delicate facial features are also a little deformed.

"What a chess demon... The old lady finally knows who you are," the millennium banshee suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.

"Female Rakshasa, in the early years, in order to find you, Lao Tzu once personally went down to the southern heavens to look for you, but unfortunately when I got there, I heard about your ugly thing, and finally was chased and killed by several major plane super forces, and Lao Tzu wanted to find you and didn't know where you hid."

Shut up! Before he could finish speaking, the millennial banshee roared in anger.

"Old horseman, if you dare to say one more word, the old lady is bound to exterminate your chess pawn and chess grandson" A sentence will expose the cruel character of the banshee.

Hearing this, the old man stopped talking, and he was silent for a while before he said leisurely: "You and I have fought for a thousand years, and today we will win again."

"Hehe, old horseman, you want to take advantage of the old lady" The millennium banshee seemed to have regained her previous calm and said: "You know that the old lady is now a machine spirit, and she is only less than three percent of the previous combat power."

The old man on the other side also sneered and said, "The old man can let you return to the peak of cultivation, and then we can fight."

When the thousand-year-old banshee heard this, her eyes lit up, and she suddenly shook her head again and said, "No one can reshape the human body into a machine spirit."

The old man sneered: "Who said that I want to reshape your human body."

"Then what are you going to do," the banshee stared at him viciously.

"Naturally, I gave you a chess beast body, you are not much different from those dead spirits, the old man can also encourage you to try it," the old man said very charmingly.

"You" thousand-year-old banshee was so angry that her face was pale.

"This is the only time for you to defeat me, if you win, they will all live, if you fail, they will die here together" The old man said with a wave of his hand, and the walls on all sides became transparent, and at this time, the geyers outside were surrounded by chess beasts, and they were about to become prisoners.

"What does it have to do with the old lady when they die?" the millennium banshee smiled indifferently.

"Boy, you can persuade the old demon, she will agree to the old man's request" The old man smiled at the traceless with great confidence, and then disappeared.

Only a voice came from the hollow: "If you want a decisive battle, call out to the old man, wait for him at any time."

The thousand-year-old banshee shouted angrily at the void, and there was no trace of endless sadness in that voice.

The "senior" stared at the banshee without a trace, really speechless.

The banshee waved her hand and said, "Forget it, the old lady knows what you are asking for, okay, the old lady doesn't want them to die, otherwise the old lady will be even more lonely."

Traceless moved to bow to her and said: "The seniors are noble, and the younger generations remember it in their hearts."

The thousand-year-old banshee shook her head and said: "What is the high righteousness, the old lady doesn't, the old lady is all to repay you a favor, do you remember what you persuaded when the thief wanted to refine me that day?"

If she didn't mention it, she would have almost forgotten about it, so Traceless nodded hurriedly and said, "At that time, you were already a machine spirit, I didn't want to...".

The millennium banshee waved her hand to stop him from continuing: "No matter what the reason, I always owe you, and now the old lady has paid it back."

After saying that, the thousand-year-old banshee gradually disappeared.

Xuanyuan stared at the air without a trace, knowing in his heart that the banshee still needed a long more psychological construction. After all, it was very difficult for her to let others uncover her scars.

Nothingness!

The Void.

The thousand-year-old banshee walked towards her, and at her feet was an old man with white beard and silver fir holding a chess game.

He was suave, but there was a hint of cunning between his eyebrows.

The old man pinched the chess piece with his fingers and was writing from itself, suddenly stopped, raised his head, stared at the banshee and said, "The old man is occasionally getting a second's hand, I don't know if the Rakshasa fairy can teach him."

The thousand-year-old banshee snorted coldly, "Don't engage in those useless chess demons, if you want to fight, you will show your real moves, and the old lady will follow."

The chess demon smiled: "Sure enough, it's still the beautiful Rakshasa who was in the limelight back then, it's a pity that your delicate body has decayed, otherwise the old man wouldn't bear to kill you."

The thousand-year-old banshee has never been afraid of these words, so she immediately regurgitated and said: "The old lady was indeed charming and ugly for all generations, but unfortunately she is the only one who can't be mysterious, because you are not a man."

The corners of the chess demon's mouth twitched fiercely when he heard this, and the killing intent flashed in his eyes.

In a battle with the Sword Master in his early years, the chess demon was picked in the shade by one of his swords, which made him lack some abilities and have no heirs for the rest of his life.

Therefore, the irony of the thousand-year-old banshee is simply digging into people's bones.

The chess demon sneered compassionately: "You and I don't need to fight anymore, if you want to compare, that is to enter the Lao Tzu True Dragon Chess Game."

The millennium banshee also shrugged her shoulders and said, "Everything depends on you, the old lady doesn't care, this is your home field anyway."

The corners of the chess demon's mouth twitched again, and he turned around indifferently, and the chessboard floated up with the sleeves of his coat.

Then it turned into a curtain of the sky, and then the earth became a chess game.

Countless black and white chess pieces turned into spiritual star spots, forming two arrays in an instant.

The chess demon said: "You play white chess, I only have three hours for you to become a chess body, if you can't beat the old man black chess by then, then count you as if you lose."

The millennium banshee smiled contemptuously again: "It doesn't matter, the old lady can easily kill you whenever and wherever you are."

The chess demon also smiled charmingly: "People who are too conceited can't live long."

As he spoke, the chess demon's hands were staggered, and a trick floated out.

In an instant, he cultivated himself for hundreds of years as the second elemental god, and the chess spirit was integrated into the black chess.

Then the black chess slowly transformed, and became an extremely tough swordsman back then.

That's right, he was a swordsman in his early years, and the real strength was swordsmanship, and chess was just a hobby for him.

The chess demon flicked his wrist, and a crystal clear black sword shone out.

Then, thousands of sword realms formed around him, overlapping each other and coming together to form an even larger Infinite Sword Intent space-time.

Looking at the aura of the chess demon, the thousand-year-old banshee was also solemn. She is a knowledgeable person, and she knows at a glance that this old guy's kendo comprehension has reached a certain extreme. Even if the Sword Saint was reborn back then, he might not be able to defeat this person's swordsmanship.

No wonder he dared to provoke himself.

In a trance, the body of the thousand-year-old banshee was in a trance, and there were countless white chess pieces turned into a graceful beauty.

Her beauty is enough to shake the hearts of all men in the world.

Especially when she smiled back, thousands of fandels lost their color.

It's just that this beauty, this beauty has to pay a price, that is, while you appreciate the beauty of Rakshasa, you will also be taken away by it.

That's how the Blood Rakshasa got its name.

With a slight flick of the Blood Rakshasa's wrist, she pulled out hundreds of beautiful petals, which was her fame.

These flowers are naturally not flowers, but are condensed into boundaries one by one.

Each realm contained tens of millions of spiritual spells, so after each petal shattered, it seemed to be bombarded with millions or even more spells at the same time, so back then, the name of the Blood Rakshasa was terrifying at that time, and even many top-level cultivators did not dare to touch its might.

There may be other factors in this, but this is definitely one of them.

Looking at those delicate petals floating in front of him, with a sense of beauty that made the god of death condense, the chess demon couldn't help but admire: "After a thousand years, the old man has reproduced the scene of the ghoul crying when the flowers were in trouble, which is really magnificent."

The chess demon looked up to the sky and roared, the sword qi was volleying in the air, and the ten thousand sword lights were like a rainbow of lights, permeating the void.

His body seemed to be the only one that fused with the sword qi from then on, and what he stood on was the sword, and what he moved was qi.

Popularity and one, kendo intentions.

A thousand-year war, a thousand-year enemy. Both sides didn't try too much, and they couldn't wait to come up with each other's most peerless moves.

Ghost sword style, a hundred flowers.

The sword of the chess demon belongs to the trick. Its sword realm is known for its ghostly spirits, so the moment the sword path unfolds, inside and outside the chess game, there will be many ethereal sword shadows, they will appear silently behind you like ghosts, or opposite, or on his head and feet.

This is the ghost sword style, the first move, the ghost ghost.

As soon as the sword trick is introduced, the sword style will be expanded.

The thousand-year-old banshee's body shook, and her entire body brought up a dusty phantom.

That is due to the afterimage formed by the drag of the flowers.

and those sword shadows mixed with it, but the charm is not beautiful but with a murderous atmosphere.

When the banshee shuttled through the void for dozens of whirls in a row, her body quietly stood in the flowers. Her sleeves were already slightly mottled red, as if a hundred flowers were blooming a little bit delicate.

It's just that the thousand-year-old banshee pursed the corners of her mouth and shook her cuffs vigorously, and a trace of blood was evaporated.

Then she crossed her fingers, pointed her fingers at a bud of a hundred flowers, and recited a mantra: "If a lotus is like duckweed, it will be mud for the rest of its life."

With a little force on her fingers, the blood ignited the buds, like a red flame, giving the soul of the hundred flowers.

It was a perfect blend of beauty and killing, and even in the eyes of the enemy, it was the most beautiful picture in the world.

Not one of them.

When the flowers bloom with dazzling beauty, and when thousands of charms float in front of you, it is also the time when their killing blooms.

The chess demon frowned slightly, the long sword in his hand trembled slightly, and a trace of red seeped out between his fingers.

The swarthy black sword was also tinged with roses at this time, but no matter how you look at it, it looks like it is soaked in blood.

The chess demon raised his head again and let out a whistling sound, and there was no excitement, excitement, or a hint of melancholy in that tone.

In short, he was very excited now, as could be seen from his bloodthirsty eyes.

His wrist shook violently, and his sword made a dragon's groan.

Ghost sword style, the second move, ghost crying sword intent.

The chess demon was hoarse in that hoarse voice.

Then thousands of ghostly sword shadows disappeared in an instant, turning into a cloud of smoke, revealing hideous grimaces from the core of the smoke, grinning and making the most unheard sound in the world.

It's as if the whole world has fallen into the hell of the forehead nose at once, and countless miserable ghosts and ghosts are crying, and they are like magic sounds. At this moment, the thousand-year-old banshee was confused, and she was almost about to fall into a kind of mental illusion.

The thousand-year-old banshee spread her arms, and the corners of her mouth brought a soft sneer, and she sang: "This evil voice also wants to fight with the old lady, listen, the old lady will sing a song to you."

As she spoke, her lips lifted slightly, and a sound that mimicked the chirping of a bird came from her thin lips.

The jingle bell rang, like a penetrating arrow, and suddenly suppressed the sound of those ghosts crying.

Then the thousand-year-old banshee pressed her fingers to her lips and let out the sharpest chirp, her cry was like the sound of a phoenix, and it instantly broke through all the haze sounds.

The dark black hole on the long sword in the chess demon's hand inexplicably cracked a gap at this time, and then the second move, the ghost crying sword intent also disappeared together.

As soon as the chess demon rubbed his palm, the long sword swirled from the palm of his hand, and then formed a taper, which seemed to be transformed into substance, and actually formed a super sword style with four extra-dimensional perspectives.

This time, the chess demon fused the new sword intent that he had comprehended in the past few hundred years with the previous ghost sword style, the third style, the Infinite Sword.

The so-called infinite.

It's Wuji.

When the millennium banshee saw that sword shadow, she had already been hit by a sword in her chest, but the sword shadow stayed in front of her thoughts.

With that sword intent came the pain of piercing the chest.

Although this is a chess magic illusion fake body, when his own primordial spirit is attached to it, he has the same perception as the real body.

The blood groove of the black sword gushed out, with a trace of warm and cold bloody aura.

She pressed the blood trough with both hands and tapped the blood-red color with her fingers and put it to her mouth.

The thousand-year-old banshee hadn't seen her own blood for more than a thousand years, and she didn't expect her blood to still be hot.

"Very good!" The millennium banshee pursed her lips and smiled lightly, not knowing whether to praise the opposite chess magic swordsmanship again, or praise herself for her delicious blood.

Her fingers pulled out of her lips, and with a hint of blood, she carved them out of the air.

"Take blood as a curse, take a hundred flowers as a spirit, help me slay demons" As she spoke, the thousand-year-old banshee's body spread out like a hundred flowers, and the whole person disappeared completely.

A hundred flowers rained down in the entire void, and 10,000 petals fell like snow. With that soul-shattering and charming aroma, it swept every corner of the chess game.

Of course, the chess demon was also among them, his whole body trembled even more, and his eyes were more bloodthirsty and longing.

"Good, good.... The old man has not found a qualified opponent for a thousand years, and the Hundred Flowers really deserve his name, even if the old man dies under this Hundred Flowers, he can be regarded as a merry ghost."

The chess demon looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, and the laughter was almost terrible.

The long sword in his hand was like a rainbow for a long time, and a sword intent burst out from the body of the taper extradimensional sword.

The extra-dimensional sword intent is not intangible, but a real space-time barrier.

The sword intent comes out of the time and space imprisonment.

Within that taper, the flowers instantly solidify into eternal crystals, like fossils displayed in ice sculptures.

At this moment, why Baihua?

It's aesthetic.

The chess demon sang wildly, like a prodigal swordsman, wielding his sword intent freely. Freeze the eternal plum blossoms.

The thousand-year-old banshee frowned slightly, revealing that beautiful face from the flowers in the void.

Her eyes rolled, and her mouth opened to let out a puff of smoke