The appearance of Xingluo Qi attracted the attention of a large number of members of the Holy Pavilion, but the main force of the Holy Pavilion was empty at this time, and there were only a few people who had the ability to glimpse the changes in the chess game after all, and ninety percent of these few people were trapped in the ink array.

The back mountain of Ling Xiao Peak was originally a forbidden place for the Holy Pavilion, and ordinary disciples could not enter it at all, and since Shang Yunjian destroyed half of the Holy Pavilion last time, Dongfang Xin canceled the ban on the back mountain, and changed this place into a treasure house for rewarding outstanding disciples of the Holy Pavilion, of course, in extraordinary times, this is the refuge of the Holy Pavilion.

There are magic weapons and magic weapons accumulated by the Holy Pavilion for hundreds of years, and the later teachings have also quickly opened the prohibition of the forbidden land, even if it is a group of ordinary people hiding inside, they can hold on for a moment under the attack of the immortals.

Most of the disciples in the Holy Pavilion did not have the strength to participate in this level of battle, so they could only hide in the belly of the back mountain, looking at the big chess game in mid-air with curiosity and fear.

Qingrong sat on a rock, his hands on his lower abdomen, his eyebrows and eyes full of worry.

Beside her, a young man who had a slight resemblance to Dongfang Xin's eyebrows also moved his gaze to the stars in the air, but he quickly withdrew his gaze and said to Qingrong: "Mother, Dad and the three Venerables probably didn't know that the Wu'an Sword Summit came so quickly, with the two immortal masters here, the Holy Pavilion will be fine." ”

Qingrong was still frowning, patted the shoulder of the young man beside him, and sighed: "Mother is not worried about the Holy Pavilion, but about the teacher's body. ”

The young man bowed his head in silence.

The whole Holy Pavilion knew that Zhuge Linye's immortal longevity was running out, and now that he was playing against Long Yao with all his strength, the pressure on his body and spirit would inevitably not be less, and it could even be said that he was squeezing his life.

And only their family knows how much life Zhuge Linye spent in order to continue the meridians and continue his life for Qingrong back then.

In Qingrong's opinion, if she hadn't had an accident back then, Zhuge Linye could have completely protected everyone now, instead of starting this game of chess under Long Yao's coercion.

And Dongfang Xin was also counterattacked because he had to be distracted to take care of her and the child in her womb, and failed to break through the exercises, even if he and the three venerables could rush back now, they might not be able to stop this game of chess.

Thinking of this, her mood became more and more depressed.

The young man comforted: "Mother, the teacher has never blamed you. ”

Qingrong smiled bitterly and said, "My mother knows, but my mother can't forget it." ”

She pointed to the chess game in the air and said, "Xi'er, what do you see?"

The young man replied truthfully: "Children don't know chess, but they don't know." ”

Qingrong shook his head and said, "Mother is asking you, how many chess pieces can you see?"

The young man pondered for a moment and replied, "There are about a hundred, and some of them are no longer real. ”

Qingrong nodded with satisfaction, held the young man's hand, and squeezed out a smile: "The teacher said that you are gifted, and you will be able to get a glimpse of the immortal path in ten years, and now it seems that this is indeed the case." ”

She looked into the eyes of her grown-up son and said solemnly, "If after this battle, the vitality of the Holy Pavilion is greatly damaged, you have to help your father and the two immortal masters well, don't let them get too tired." ”

The young man nodded in response, and subconsciously glanced at Zhuge Linye in the air, thinking to himself if the teacher could really hold out until that time?

Suddenly, the clouds surged in the air, and several rays of light broke through the clouds and scattered, which was even more dazzling than the starlight above the chess game.

The light was only moments old before being submerged in the clouds again, and then shining again elsewhere.

The young man's eyes became more and more fierce, but tears flowed from his eyes.

He knew it was sword light.

And with his seventh-order top-grade cultivation, he couldn't even look directly at these sword lights, and even if he looked at them, he couldn't stop crying.

"Don't worry, the two immortal masters are not ordinary immortals, and fighting against Mr. Ryuji and the Shoreless Sword Immortal has never been something we should consider now. ”

Su Yi walked to the young man's side, first saluted Qingrong, and then said to the young man: "What we need to consider is just to become stronger, strong enough to protect everything we want to protect." ”

The young man was surprised: "Senior Brother Su, why are you here?"

He could see that Su Yi's spiritual power was overwhelmed, and the qi in the meridians was blocked, so he was definitely banned by someone.

Su Yi smiled bitterly: "The teacher didn't want me to be in danger, so he threw me over." ”

He looked up helplessly at the wheelchair looming in the chessboard and said, "And...... The teacher wants to fight a reckless battle alone. ”

......

As the chess pieces on the Xingluo chessboard continue to fall, the runes on the lines of the chessboard become more and more powerful, even if the sword light above the top of the clouds falls, it will be directly chopped by the runes.

After another son, Zhuge Lin Ye laughed and said, "I haven't been so happy for many years." ”

This is indeed true, since he healed Qingrong and spent a lot of Shouyuan, he has rarely made a move in person, and the last time he shot was a game of Xingluo chess with Long Yao.

Just like it is now.

Long Yao responded with a hand, and calmly responded: "Me too." ”

There are not many people in the world who can make her interested, and there are even fewer who can make her go all out. Let's play

Zhuge Linye counts as one.

The chessboard is already criss-crossed.

If you look closely, the sunspot is actually in a weak position, the three big dragons are all separated and besieged, and they can't take care of each other, and it is already difficult to keep one, let alone three?

Long Yao's son just now just let a big dragon escape.

In Xingluo chess, every extra chess piece will consume the player's cultivation, and if the cultivation is insufficient, it is difficult to even move chess.

This is a physical and mental test for both parties.

Back then, Long Yao was defeated because he had just broken through the immortal level, his application of the laws of heaven and earth was immature, and his spiritual power was insufficient.

But this is no longer the case.

Zhuge Lin Ye could feel that Long Yao's mastery of the laws of heaven and earth was close to his peak.

This means that this time, they can finish the game completely.

He's looking forward to it.

White falls again, cutting off one of Black's dragons.

Long Yao praised: "Wonderful chess." ”

Zhuge Lin Ye said: "Mr. Long Er seems to have a way to crack it. ”

"I don't dare to say that I will win, I can only say that I will do my best. Long Yao pondered for a moment and dropped a son, "Playing against Mr. Zhuge is much more interesting than bullying my family." ”

Zhuge Lin Ye Luozi smiled and said, "I have at least one more chess friend who is evenly matched." ”

Long Yao looked up at the clouds in the sky and said with a smile: "But your chess friend may not be able to eat my family." ”

After speaking, a sunspot appeared in her hand, and with a flick of her jade finger, the chess pieces had fallen in the middle of the field, and the severed dragon suddenly showed signs of head and tail, and it was faintly about to break through the shackles of white chess.

"Otherwise, it's the same. ”

......

Momei Villa, back mountain.

Ming Dao clenched his teeth, the ink sword in his hand continued to drip with spiritual ink, and the clothes on his body had been cut by some kind of sharp weapon, but no blood came out.

It was the damage caused by Meng Huanya's eruption of ten thousand fire feathers.

The reason why the wounds did not bleed was because the red golden flame attached to the feathers was so fierce that the blood burned out before it could come out.

Feeling the unbearable burning pain on his body, Ming Dao was very unwilling.

After his voice, the sound of the piano is still melodious, as if there is endless vitality drilling into his body and nourishing his body and mind.

But that didn't make him do more harm to Meng Huanya.

In the previous encounter, he lost thousands of ink swords, and he fought steadily step by step, only to barely leave a hole in Meng Huan Aya's hand, but then, he was attacked by Meng Huan Aya's violent counterattack, if it were not for Wei Sheng's qin sound body, he would have died at this time.

Once again, he recognized a fact.

Even now, with the help of the power of the Momei Mountain Villa Great Array, it is still difficult for them to defeat this Vermilion Bird Envoy of the Holy Pavilion, even if the other party is still suppressed by the Lock Spirit Array.

The goshawk falling to the earth does not mean that it has lost the ability to soar into the sky, and the gap between immortals and mortals is difficult to completely make up after all.

Suddenly there was a strong wind in front of me.

Meng Huanyan's smiling face flashed in front of his eyes.

The ink sword shattered instantly.

The sound of the piano was slightly chaotic, and the ink splashed all over Ming Dao's body, and he had been smashed into the depths of the woods, and he stood up with great difficulty, but Meng Huanya came to him again.

She played with the red gold flame in her hand with ease and comfort, and the anger in her eyes jumped with the flame from time to time.

"You still want to kill me with this little ability?"

She smiled contemptuously, and dozens of fire feathers flew out of the wind and hovered in front of Ming Dao: "Mr. Ming Qi, if you kneel down and kowtow to your sister, your sister will spare your life." ”

Ming Dao took a sip and stretched out his hand to the sky, the spirit ink gathered again, and the ink sword became again.

"Old auntie, don't talk nonsense, we didn't lose. ”