Everyone welcomes death in a different way, and even if there are similarities, they can be distinguished in the details.

Guo Tongji and the other six gentlemen who had no summer school chose to die in anger, and they didn't even try to resist, because they had already known the result, and resistance was useless except for alarming others.

But Zhou Luo will not close his eyes and wait for death, even if he knows that he will die, he will go forward and poke a hole in the sky first.

A spear appeared in his hand, and the monks who used spears in the world were much less than those of sword cultivators, but there were also some of them, because they were few, so fine, but it was difficult for anyone who was proficient in this way to deal with.

It's like the Qin family's spear.

Chen Zhimo looked at the spear, felt the chill faintly coming from above, and said a good word.

Then he raised his hand and patted it lightly on the ground, and the wind between heaven and earth suddenly stopped, and the snowflakes disappeared without a trace.

Everything around was hidden, and there was no luck in sight, no South Wind Pavilion could be seen, only the pleasant sound of Ling'er shaking could be faintly heard.

A huge chessboard appeared on the ground, and Zhou Luo was in the middle of the chessboard, looking around with a hint of admiration in his eyes: "I have long heard that Chen Zhimo of the Academy has integrated the three cultivations of the Soul Martial God in one, and his strength is more than one step higher than that of people of the same generation. ”

Zhou Luo stood the spear on the ground, and the spear body penetrated into the ground, causing cracks like spider webs to spread in all directions, and the chessboard in that place also cracked a gap and was forced to crumble away.

Chen Zhimo glanced at the gap and praised: "He is worthy of being a martial king, and his killing power is domineering." ”

As the words fell, a chessboard phantom rose from behind him, and the gap was filled again.

The battle will always start inadvertently, even if the two talk to each other speculatively, but life and death is life and death.

Today, only one person is destined to leave this chessboard alive.

Zhou Luo looked up at him, the two were a hundred steps apart, but the spear in his hand had already stabbed out.

Like a dragon, a spiritual pressure exploded from the ground and kept exploding, cracking the cliff and cracking the chessboard.

A hundred steps away in an instant, and when Chen Zhimo raised his head, the gun had already crossed countless chessboard squares and came to him.

An invisible barrier condensed in front of him, and the spear trembled but could not move an inch.

The tip of the spear was only less than a fist away from Chen Zhimo.

"You're right, the power of soul cultivation alone is better than you have to waste some troubles, I've been on the road for a long time, and I'm very tired now, so I have to finish it faster. ”

Chen Zhimo raised his hand, he grabbed the body of the spear with his hand, and attached a faint layer of divine cultivation power on the palm of his hand, blocking the damage caused by the spear.

There were many chess pieces on the chessboard, and black and white were intertwined into a large net, which kept shrinking and restricting Zhou Luo's actions.

The incomparably majestic spiritual power pressed his body.

The clothes on Zhou Luo's body became much more disordered with the increase of pressure, and the spear was still trembling and humming, but it was held in the palm of Chen Zhimo's palm and could not move.

But he didn't rest on his laurels, but there was endless fighting intent rising in his eyes, he was named the king of martial arts, and he was naturally a warlike person.

His hand held the body of the spear tightly, and a strong force was transmitted, as if it had been responded, the trembling spear regained its calm, but the sharpness and domineering emanating from the body of the spear became more and more intense, and gradually broke free from Chen Zhimo's palm, and the cold that gushed out from the spear actually tore apart the divine cultivation power that he attached to the palm.

The cliff is shrouded in a chessboard, on which black and white pieces fall.

A round of the sun rises from the black and white.

There was a man standing under the sun, holding a spear in his hand, and there was an incomparable domineering spiritual pressure bursting from the body of the spear.

The chessboard was torn apart, and the sun shone across the cliff.

Chen Zhimo took a few steps back, his face was a little solemn, Zhou Luo, who was holding the heart of death to fight for life and death, burst out with a strength that was several times stronger than usual, he knew that this state would not last too long, he only needed to use the strange cooperation of the black and white on the chessboard to delay time, and after Zhou Luo let out this breath, his strength would plummet.

The snowflakes were melted by the sun before they fell to the ground, and Zhang Daren, Lai Yun and others outside the chessboard couldn't see what was happening inside the chessboard clearly, but they felt that the light was very bright, and it was a little warm on their bodies.

Zhou Luo's eyes were very bright, and the gun was as tricky and weird as a dragon and snake, but it was extremely powerful.

Chen Zhimo did not retreat, and even removed those black and white pieces with a wave of his hand, leaving only the chessboard to block the inside and outside, and the vast power of divine cultivation like an ocean filled the surroundings.

His eyes were equally bright.

He didn't want to wait for Zhou Luo to let out this breath, Zhou Luo at this moment was worthy of the title of Martial King, and he was worthy of letting him go thousands of miles to fight here.

The sunlight overflowed in his palm, and Chen Zhimo's body turned into a sharp arrow and appeared in front of Zhou Luo, he clenched his fist, holding all those overflowing lights in his palm, and this punch slammed into the spear.

Zhou Luo's body slid backwards on the ground, and Chen Zhimo's body also flew upside down, but at the same time, the vast spiritual power turned into thin needles and struck towards the Martial King.

The invisible force shattered the sun, causing the chessboard to regain its darkness, and Chen Zhimo's body disappeared into the chessboard out of thin air.

Zhou Luo stopped, the spear came out of his hand behind him, and he raised his sleeve with his hand and knocked down those fine needles in front of him.

The spear was preceded by a sharp edge, so sharp that it seemed to be able to penetrate everything.

Chen Zhimo stood in front of the tip of the spear, his body retreating rapidly, maintaining the same speed as the spear.

Zhou Luo's body jumped high, condensed from his arms, and two purple wind blades intertwined and fell.

Chen Zhimo was still retreating, because the gun was still moving forward.

But from the air, two big handprints appeared and scattered the two wind blades, and Zhou Luo's body tilted and fell to the ground, and a palm print appeared behind him.

Chen Zhimo appeared there and slowly fell.

And the figure that was originally in front of the spear has turned into smoke and dust and dissipated.

The spear made a semicircle in the air and rose to the top, then began to spin violently.

A huge vortex of aura appeared overhead, covering the entire chessboard even though it was just a gun.

Countless small grids cracked inch by inch, and the vast power of divine cultivation like a sea stagnated and cracked, like a mirror, as if it would be torn apart at any time.

Zhou Luo got up from the ground and swept around Fang Yuan with a qi machine and rushed towards him.

The spear hanging overhead crashed down.

Chen Zhimo stood there with admiration in his eyes.

Then he raised his hand high above his head, and a chessboard phantom appeared in the palm of his hand, covered with a layer of divine power to block the thousands of killing opportunities caused by the fall of the spear.

He gripped the gun again.

Then he set his eyes on Zhou Luo's body, and the power of divine cultivation gushed out like a sharp sword and pierced into Zhou Luo's sea of knowledge.

Zhou Luo stopped.

Chen Zhimo raised his arm, holding the gun in his hand, which pierced Zhou Luo's chest.