After dozens of breaths, dozens of more pieces appeared on the board.

Kuroko is still at a disadvantage, although one of the three big dragons is out of danger, but the big dragon that originally escaped was entangled by Baizi and couldn't get out, and the last one was in an ambush on all sides, as if there was no way out at all.

Zhuge Linye took another step, raised his head and said, "Mr. Long Er, admit defeat." ”

Long Yao carefully observed the chess game, shook his head and said, "The outcome is not yet known. ”

Zhuge Linye was silent for a moment and said, "Actually, I have always wanted to ask, why do you not hesitate to give up the general trend, but also seize the astrological position?"

The reason why the three great dragons were trapped was the result of Long Yao seizing the star position at any cost.

Especially the operation of seizing Tian Yuan soon after the beginning of the game directly led to the collapse in the early stage, otherwise the three big dragons would not have fallen.

Long Yao's answer was quick and firm, just like the sunspot she was falling now: "A matter of principle." ”

Zhuge Linye nodded in approval and sighed imperceptibly.

Long Yao has her persistence, and he also has his beliefs.

It is impossible to draw this chess game, and only the last minute can decide the winner.

......

Yan Cheng gulped blood and stood up with some difficulty, the clothes on his chest were torn apart from the heavy blow just now, revealing the shirt inside.

To be precise, it can't be said to be a shirt, it is covered with all kinds of patterns, and it is almost impossible to see the place where it does not get ink, and it looks like a cheating tool quietly brought into the examination room by some ill-intentioned students in the imperial examination room.

Each pattern on it is a symbol.

No one can tell how many talismans are hidden in this shirt.

Kong Yang was speechless.

Some practitioners will put charms on their bodies as a secret weapon against the enemy, and they will fight back by surprise.

But there is absolutely no practitioner who will post as much as his words and in such an orderly manner.

Yan Cheng himself didn't know why Kong Yang was so surprised, he just felt that the words of the little junior brother were really right, the people of the Holy Pavilion did hurt too much, fortunately he listened to his words and spent a day preparing this talisman robe.

On his body, the Gathering Spirit Talisman cooperated with the Rejuvenation Talisman, constantly devouring the spiritual power around him, or insatiably devouring it, slowly repairing the injuries in Yan Cheng's body.

Kong Yang did not continue to shoot.

It's not that he doesn't want to make a move, but he himself has been hurt a lot.

I don't know how many vajra talismans and anti-shock talismans there were on his shirt, bouncing back the force of his attack almost intact, not to mention some sharp talismans hidden in the runes, waiting for the talisman to be activated at any time.

Under the protection of his shirt, Yan Cheng was beaten so miserably, which shows how powerful Kong Yang's palm is, and how powerful it is to bounce back.

His physical strength was among the best in the Templar Pavilion, but he was wounded by the power that bounced back, which is the best proof of this.

If you make a move now, you will only be suppressed by the words that have recovered a little.

But he will never give Yan a chance, even if it will cost him some money.

Kong Yang bit his teeth, a touch of red flew out of his sleeve, and he swallowed it in one bite, his face turned from red to blue, and then from green to red, and after repeating it several times, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the brilliance in his eyes was a lot brighter, and even his face became red, but it felt like a fierce beast, extremely fierce.

Yan Cheng raised his head slightly.

Only those close to him knew about it, which meant he was shocked.

From this moment on, Kong Yang's breath obviously had a demonic taste.

The taste of the pure demon.

This Xuanwu envoy of the Holy Pavilion turned out to be a demon clan himself.

Feeding on the essence blood of the Heavenly Wisdom Demon after a thousand years, his bloodline was fully activated in a short period of time, and the injuries in his body were actually healed quickly, even faster than the combination of countless Dao runes in Yan Cheng.

But forcibly activating the power of the bloodline is also very traumatic to the demon pill, and maybe the cultivation will also be affected afterwards.

But if he can't take down Momei Villa, his future will be bleak, and where can he go further on the path of cultivation at that time?

Two fangs peeked out of the corners of his mouth, and there seemed to be a small purple mark in the fangs, glistening in the sunlight.

That was the symbol of the children of the Demon Domain's Phantom Wolf Tribe clan.

In this case, whoever recovers faster will be able to kill the other person easily.

But no matter how urgent they were, they could only wait for a while.

Yan Cheng lowered his head again, feeling the flowing vitality on his shirt and the gradual depletion of the spiritual ink in it, and felt that it was a pity to only use it once.

Kong Yang's eyes stared sharply at Yan Cheng, who lowered his head and was silent, as if he had locked on to the prey.

As long as he has a meridian, he will kill Yan Cheng in an instant.

He was confident that he would definitely be faster than he said.

Finally, a stream of heat flowed between his meridians.

Kong Yang stepped out without hesitation, leaving an afterimage on the surface of the ink pool. 85

His momentum increased as his speed accelerated, and in the next moment, he came to Yan Cheng's side.

Countless rubbing sounds rang out.

It was the sound of a wolf's claws cutting across his shirt.

Knowing the power of Yan Cheng's shirt, Kong Yang didn't dare to bombard it with the sea seal again, but chose to break through his defense first in the way of the demon clan.

His wolf claws roamed over Yan Cheng's body, each paw passing a piece of cloth without causing the slightest damage to him.

This act seemed meaningless, but in fact, the symbols on his shirt had been torn apart and would soon disintegrate.

Yan Cheng also sensed this danger, so he made a decision.

The shattered talisman on the shirt shone brightly, and the spirit ink bloomed around.

Thousands of talismans burst out at the same time, and even Kong Yang, who activated the bloodline, could only retreat temporarily.

Kong Yang sneered and jumped back into the ink pool, the corners of his clothes somewhat worn out from the aftermath of the explosion.

Reaching out to push away the black smoke from the explosion, he rushed out again without hesitation.

Previously, he sealed the inkwell and told Yan that he was naked.

Yan Cheng responded to his words with the protective armor on his body.

Now he was convinced that the words were really naked.

Then his end will be death.

Rushing into the inky smoke that had not yet dissipated, and before the sea seal had bloomed, Kong Yang suddenly felt a warning sign.

He did not hesitate to shoot out the sea seal in his hand, no matter whether it was Yan Cheng or something else in front of him, it would be wiped out under his palm print.

Then he saw a stroke.

The length and width are one.

It was a horizontal line in front of him, which seemed to be not far in front of him, but it seemed like a distant skyline, completely impassable.

This stroke is full and round, and it is three points into the wood, not showing its edge, but it is unstoppable.

Horizontal is the first stroke practiced by everyone who practices calligraphy, and in this simple stroke, I don't know how many changes in stroke and strength are hidden.

This is the simplest stroke, and it is also the most test of calligraphy attainment.

The longevity of the words is based on the spiritual ink that bursts on the talisman robe, and the quality is scattered, which is a kind of natural nature.

He is firm in his heart, calligraphy is almost all he has, and this stroke is his full blow.

In front of this side, it seems that whatever stands in front of it has to be backed off by three points.

With a loud bang, Kong Yang's palms collided with the horizontal front.

He was surprised to find that under the suppression of this stroke, he was unable to urge the full power of the sea seal.

Those spiritual inks seemed to be a mire, and no matter how strong they were, they couldn't get started.

Spirit ink can be transformed into all elements, but in Yan Cheng's hands, it is really ink, nothing more.

Turning over the sea seal can break the spirit and turn the sea, but it can't break the ink.

He had to retreat.

Retreat and retreat.

He was forced to retreat to the center of the inkwell, and the stroke still showed no signs of running out of stamina.

It wasn't until he was about to smash into the wall behind the inkwell that the horizon finally dissipated.

The brilliance in Kong Yang's eyes had been dimmed by this horizontal pressure, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, finally stabilizing his body, and his anger was overflowing.

At the other end of the inkpool, the inky mist finally dissipated.

Yan Cheng took the pen and walked slowly.

He was pale and ragged, and looked more depressed than the beggars in the street, but the sparkle in his eyes could not be concealed.

That's the satisfaction of one's previous oneself.

Then he raised his head, and the tip of his pen was slightly hooked towards Kong Yang.

With a muffled sound, the Xuanwu shield smashed down on the edge of the ink pool.

The entire ink pool moved with his brushstrokes, exuding majestic spiritual power fluctuations.

No matter how little he usually has a sense of existence, as long as he writes, he is the most glorious person in the field.

He is a man of his word.

Momei Villa ranks fifth, and the book is sage.