The black and white chess pieces kept falling, and the golden thunder on the sky also kept falling, and half an hour passed.

Dozens of people have already died.

But that's just the beginning.

The game on the chessboard had come to an end, and Zhibai said with a faint smile on his face, "How about it, how do you choose?"

Fang Liang didn't speak, his eyes flickering as if he was making some trade-offs.

The situation on the current chessboard is already obvious, Zhibai has a big advantage, Fang Liang is at a disadvantage, but he still has the strength to fight, and he may be able to hold out for a while longer.

There are two choices for the next son, one is to break the net, but this will not guarantee victory in the end, but will cause dozens of others to die again.

The other method is more steady, but the win rate is lower.

He pursed his lips, and after a long silence put the white piece in his hand back into the chess jar, he chose the third option.

"I throw in the towel. ”

The golden thunder flashed above the sky, but everyone stood still at the same moment, as if struck by lightning.

The little chess saint actually lost, and the faces of hundreds of people changed in unison, and even more gloomy colors appeared on their faces, and their hearts were full of despair.

The little chess master is the first person of the younger generation of chess monks in Huangzhou, even if he is placed in the top ten among those old people, but such a top chess master actually lost on the chessboard.

Lost on the chessboard between life and death.

No one wants to believe this, and no one wants to believe what they are seeing.

Fang Liang loses, who can win?

Many people put their eyes on Fu Yunxiao's body, among all the people present, his chess cultivation was only weaker than Fang Liang's, the endgame had not been moved, if he learned Fang Liang's previous lesson, he might have a chance to win.

Facing the gaze of so many people, Fu Yunxiao didn't make any moves, just stood there quietly and didn't speak.

He knew that Li Xiu's chess strength was above Fang Liang's.

"Are you sure?"

He looked sideways at Li Xiu and said the first sentence.

Li Xiu's eyes were calm, and he said, "Fifty percent." ”

Fu Yunxiao was silent for a moment, and said in admiration: "Amazing." ”

He is a person who understands chess, the endgame is too dangerous, if he goes to play by himself, he only has a chance of winning at most, as strong as Fang Liang but only about thirty percent, this Tang Shizi is actually fifty percent sure.

Naturally, it's remarkable.

Fang Liang got up from the front of the small stage and walked back in silence, his face was neither sad nor joyful, but everyone knew that he was in a bad mood, he had lost chess, but he had never taken the initiative to admit defeat.

Many people looked ashamed, although they were not as good as Fang Liang, they also knew a little bit about chess, and knew that if the fish died just now, there might still be a chance, but Fang Liang didn't want to pay the lives of dozens of them, so he chose to give up.

"It's worthy of being a little chess master, it's amazing, but I forgot to say something before. ”

Zhibai's voice sounded from high in the sky again, and everyone's eyes looked at him.

He raised his arm and waved it gently, and a hundred thunderbolts fell from the sky, taking the lives of hundreds of people in an instant.

Not even the ashes remained.

Everyone only felt that the muscles and nerves of their bodies were tense, the cold sweat on their foreheads did not flow, and the clothes behind their backs were instantly wet.

They looked at Zhibai, looked at the slightly shy smiling face, and only felt a chill on the top of their heads about to explode.

It was like a demon who took the lives of hundreds of people in a conversation and laughter, and he didn't even blink an eye.

"There is a price to be paid for losing. ”

Fang Liang's footsteps suddenly froze in place, his eyes opened in an instant, and the majestic qi came out of his body, and the ground around him shook.

"You're looking for death. ”

He turned to glared at Zhibai above the sky and shouted.

Fang Liang is a ruthless person, he doesn't care how many people die, but if it is because of his loss that so many people die, then he cares.

In the face of his anger, Zhibai didn't care, and said lightly: "If you come up to play chess, you have to pay the price, otherwise if everyone comes to play a game of chess, will I still drag it down with you?"

Everyone stood there trembling, and although they were angry, there was nothing they could do about him.

"Beam-jumping clown. ”

A voice rang out in the quiet crowd.

People followed the past and found that it was a young man in Chinese clothes on the wooden boat later, he looked up at Zhibai with a golden crown on his head, and said lightly.

His voice was cold, not because of anger and anger, as if he was born to be so cold.

The sun and golden thunder in the sky were still flickering.

Zhibai looked at him, this was a person he couldn't figure out or see through, but he didn't care, under the thunder and wilderness, no one could make much waves.

"It's my game, it's my game, and since I walk in, I'm going to keep playing. ”

Wang Chen snorted coldly and said, "Your tricks are too simple, I'm not interested in playing with you." ”

"You're in the middle of the game, and if you can't play, you have to play. ”

"But I don't want to play. ”

"Then you'll die. ”

"I'm not going to die. ”

Wang Chen glanced at him, and then walked towards the blue light curtain.

Li Xiu was silent and did not stop him, he knew that Wang Chen's patience had been exhausted.

Zhibai didn't stop him, just looked at him, wanting to see what he was going to do.

Wang Chen walked in front of the blue curtain, and then stepped in.

made everyone stunned at the same time, that light curtain didn't stop this young man in Chinese costumes?

How is this possible?

Is it invalid?

Thinking like this, someone immediately followed his example and walked through the light curtain, but the moment he touched it, he was bounced out, and he was already seriously injured.

The role of this light curtain has not disappeared, and how did the man do it?

Zhibai also shrank his eyes, feeling that something seemed to be unexpected by him.

"Who the hell are you?"

Wang Chen didn't speak, didn't even pay attention to him, and continued to walk towards the fragments.

"One step further and you will die. ”

Zhibai looked at him coldly, the golden thunder flickered above the sky, and an incomparably strong coercion swept down, making everyone's hearts as if they had been hit hard, and their faces turned pale.

Wang Chen's footsteps stopped, looked up at Zhibai, and said lightly: "I won't die, no one in this world can kill me." ”

"Don't be ashamed. ”

A touch of coldness flashed in Zhibai's eyes, and he immediately raised his hand and pointed at him gently, and a thunderbolt of several zhang thick and thin slashed down towards his head.

Everyone was holding their breath and did not dare to move people.

Wang Chen didn't dodge, but raised his head, spread his arms as if he was going to bear this blow hard, and bear the danger of thunder with his flesh and blood, and there would be no other result except for ashes.

It turned out to be a madman.

The golden thunder fell towards him, but when it was about to fall on the top of his head, it suddenly turned to other places, and countless people were stunned, could it be that Zhibai was deliberately playing tricks on him?

But when I saw Zhibai's gloomy face, I found that it was not the case.

But Wang Chen was not surprised by this, he continued to walk forward, one hand behind his back, and his hair was flying.

A rumbling thunder sounded in the sky, and then under the shocked gaze of everyone, more than a hundred golden thunderbolts slashed towards him at the same time, but none of them fell on Wang Chen's body without exception.

The surrounding land is in shambles, and the ravines are full of bottomless depths.

Wang Chen walked on it in a gorgeous costume without expression.

Countless people were dumbfounded in disbelief.

Zhibai's face was extremely solemn, and the power of the whole array condensed a huge thunderball with a radius of 100 zhang and crushed towards Wang Chen again, this time the thunder light fell firmly on his body.

A gust of wind blew.

The thunder dissipated.

Wang Chen was still standing there, unscathed.

He stretched out his hand, and the hundreds of thousands of worldly spirit fragments floating in the sky all fused and condensed into one piece, and then fell into his palm.

He stepped on the earth and looked up at the sky, the golden crown was magnificent, and a plain and domineering voice came out of his mouth: "Dare to ask heaven and earth, dare to let me die?"

As soon as the words fell, the blue sky and white sun outside Fuyun Island suddenly condensed, and the sound of thunder exploded, and the shaking radius of thousands of miles of heaven and earth rumbled.

Wang Chen's clothes were flying, his black hair was raised, and his voice was as flat as that of an emperor in the world: "Dare to ask heaven and earth, dare to let me die?"

Click!

A crack opened in the Great Thunder Formation.