There are still pieces falling on the board.

Looking at this spectacular chess game on the sky, Liu Yuquan was shocked, his originally ruddy face gradually turned pale, but there was a faint smile between his lips. The legendary bamboo real person, the legendary fairy sword 'Bamboo Sea', the legendary sword skill 'Teasing the Sky', this wonder that low-level disciples may not understand, in Liu Yuquan's eyes, it is the supreme existence.

The pale green figure, the emerald green sword light, did not stop at all, and resolutely slashed towards the center of the chessboard.

Only the most wonderful chess players can see that the whole game of chess has reached the stage of Guanzi with several ups and downs, and the position of Zhu Zhenren's 'flirting with the sky' is a catastrophe.

The lightning and thunder were all shattered, and the sky dome at this time was quiet and abnormal, only the sound of the sword light breaking through the air remained. And the sound of hunting is like a curling fairy sound, which calms the whole mountain.

Even the divine beasts in the back mountain were quiet. Liu Yuquan stared at Zhu Zhenren intently and muttered to himself.

As soon as the words fell, one gray and one white, two lights and shadows appeared in Liu Yuquan's sight.

The gray light jumps and dodges in front, and the white light chases the raid in the back.

Liu Yuquan couldn't help frowning, "The spirit of the Nanqi people still dares to come here? The pursuing magic sword doesn't seem to be of high rank!"

At this time, it was the critical time for Zhu Zhenren to break the situation, Liu Yuquan knew that he knew the priority of the situation, Zhu Zhenren and even the entire mountain were trying their best to deal with the heavenly movement, if the focused divine consciousness was interrupted by this divine soul, the consequences would be unimaginable. Liu Yuquan hurriedly sacrificed the magic sword, ready to help Bai Guang, and must not disturb the great event of the ancestor's ascension.

The last form of 'Flirting the sky' has come out, and the emerald green bamboo sword burst out with several zhang of light, igniting the dark clouds in the center of the chessboard, and at this time, Zhu Zhenren's movements seem to have stagnated slightly, and he should have sensed the gray soul, without the slightest hesitation, Zhu Zhenren threw the emerald green bamboo sword back.

The divine beasts in the back mountain let out a panicked and rhythmic roar, and the entire protection array also seemed to be bumpy, and all kinds of chaotic sounds came from the mountain.

Liu Yuquan sweated like rain, but he didn't expect that when the game was broken, Zhu Zhenren would throw his natal fairy sword for an inconspicuous divine soul. If the ascension fails, the life and death of Zhu Zhenren will not matter for the time being, this heavenly chessboard alone may be able to shatter the entire Xianju Mountain, and as the ban deacon of Xianyang Town, what kind of anger will he endure? Liu Yuquan didn't dare to think about it.

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The gray spirit was not daring to move in mid-air by the galloping emerald green fairy sword town, and it seemed that he couldn't understand why he suddenly became a variable in this game of chess.

The coercion of the bamboo sword was too strong, and the gray divine soul had already lost its body, and it had been refined by the woman's 'finger wrapping' for a long time, and at this time there was only the end of annihilation. He suddenly realized that he was not originally a chess piece, when he was in Southern Qi, after coming to Xianju Mountain, and even more so now. After practicing for decades, I can't get rid of the fate of being a chess piece after all, and I can't resist the end of becoming an abandoned son after all. Heaven pities the strong or the heavens are jealous of the strong, and how many people know that behind the strong, how many people like themselves have disappeared?

The bamboo sword is already approaching, and the light on the sword is like a divine light shining on all beings, but for himself, it is the twilight sun that scorches the last drop of sweat.

And the only remaining reluctance may be just the fire of rage, or the ringing of a morning bell before a killing begins.

The gray spirit helplessly dropped a gray teardrop.

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Chu Jiangkai thought that this gray spirit would not be willing after all, but he neglected his tenacious will. The Qi Tianzong of Southern Qi was not a decent door, and the Taoism practiced by its disciples was even more intolerable by the righteous path, but he ignored one point, no matter whether it was good or evil, everyone had gone through a lot of hardships to stand in such a position, and if the will was not strong, even if it was crooked, it would be difficult to become a climate.

And when Zhu Zhenren threw the fairy sword, Chu Jiangkai also understood it instantly.

"Everyone thinks that they don't do it, but those who do it alone, breaking the devil, is the original intention!" The opening sentence of "The First Book of the Immortal Residence", after studying and reading for several years, I always feel that I can't understand it, and today I saw Zhu Zhenren acting so decisively, Chu Jiangkai finally realized.

The fairy sword 'bamboo sea' is really like a bamboo sea, the true and pure love of bamboo, the burning flame is the bamboo leaves that cover the sky and the earth in the bamboo sea.

The bamboo leaves waved, and the spirit was destroyed.

The flame of the 'Bamboo Sea' instantly refined the gray divine soul, and then the light skyrocketed, like a flower spreading its buds.

The flowers wither at their most beautiful, and the light disappears at their most brilliant.

Chu Jiangkai clearly sensed that his magic sword was also bathed in such light, melted, and disappeared with the light.

'Poof', a sharp pain came from Chu Jiangkai's chest, and a mouthful of blood gushed out, and he fell on the street covered by spiritual energy in Xianyang.

Chu Jiangkai wanted to struggle to get up, but he couldn't control his increasingly blurred consciousness, he just reluctantly turned his head, and he didn't have the strength to move anymore.

The street covered by the aura is actually still cold, and Bai Yue is in this cold, and the delicate face is in front of Chu Jiangkai's eyes, a stone's throw away.

Chu Jiangkai suddenly felt that the line of eyebrows above the closed eyes of the girl in front of him was like a bamboo leaf, thinking of this, it seemed that there was really an emerald green bamboo leaf rushing to his face, gently covering Chu Jiangkai's eyes.

The gentleness slowly entered Chu Jiangkai's body, and the sharp pain in his chest disappeared immediately, and Chu Jiangkai closed his eyes comfortably and fell asleep.

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Liu Yuquan knew that his worries were useless and meaningless. But seeing that the fairy sword 'Bamboo Sea' disappeared so radiantly after refining the gray divine soul, his heart still couldn't help but rise.

Everyone in the mountains knows that the meaning of the fairy sword 'Bamboo Sea' to Xianju Mountain is the existence of the treasure of the town and the mountain like the divine beast and the protection array. Now, because of this small negligence in Xianyang Town, it has become such an ending, and Liu Yuquan feels that he is inescapable. But Liu Yuquan also has unspeakable grievances, if Zhu Zhenren doesn't make a move, the gray soul will definitely not escape from his palm.

The movement continues, and the chess game is not over yet, but there is no confidence in the mountains.

But the bamboo real person at the highest point of the heavenly dome still seemed to be full of energy, and after the 'bamboo sea' was thrown, he didn't look back even a glance, but raised his arm, and the light and flame also exploded on his arm, and continued the last form of 'Lifting the sky', stirring up the burning dark clouds.

The dark clouds were engulfed by the light flames on Zhu Zhenren's arms, and a huge void burned out on the heaven-made chessboard.

Robbery.

Tear the sky with your bare hands!

This is Xianju Mountain's admirable ability, if the voice of doubt can be compared with the thunder of the heavens, then Xianju Mountain's counterattack is the simplest and most powerful tear.

The entire chessboard gradually dimmed in the rumbling sound, and the brilliance of the protective array replaced the position of the chess pieces intertwined with dark clouds and white clouds, and the bamboo real person in the center of the chessboard, bathed in the pale green light, slowly soared up, breaking through the emptiness in the chessboard and rushing to the sky.

He waved his sleeve slightly, not taking a cloud with him.

Liu Yuquan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As the sky stretched, the outline of the chessboard became confused.

Liu Yuquan raised his head and counted silently in his heart, the more he counted, the more amazed he became, and after counting them all, he was stunned.

Victory day half!

Tianbu's game, the first move of the sky, the robbery made by the sky, can throw the fairy sword to tear the sky with his bare hands, but he can still win the half of the sky, what kind of courage is this?

This is the arrogance of the 'mountain people'.

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The clouds and fog dispersed, the sun shone down generously as always, and the sky and the earth were bright.

The snow covering Xianju Mountain shimmered with a faint golden light against the backdrop of the sun, and the people who had witnessed the miracle believed more firmly that this was the fairyland, and this was the illusion left by the fairyland.

Liu Yuquan saw a drop of rain falling from the sky.

landed on his magic sword hanging in mid-air.

He withdrew his sword and raised his hand to wipe it, but there was no trace of rain on his hand.

Maybe it's just an illusion, Liu Yuquan reminded himself.

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Bai Yue had a dream.

In the dream, he still dragged the corpse of the snowy man and walked through the long street of Xianyang, her steps were still brisk, and her heart was still proud.

Although the dark clouds in the sky gradually thickened, she was not afraid at all because there was a mountain behind her.

She knows that big things are happening, but she has no extra thoughts, she can become a mountain person at such a young age, she is already very content, and everything she does for the mountains, and for the big things in the mountains to make contributions that she can do, for her, in fact, it is far more interesting than the sky, and it is far more practical than the sky.

And that senior brother named Chu Jiangkai spoke so well, how could he not listen to him?

The aura in the dream seemed to be stronger, and Bai Yue leaned over and greedily absorbed it.

The aura enters the dantian, where it rotates soothingly, and then is transported to every vein, and everywhere it goes, it is full of life. It's like a clear stream that flows slowly through a dry piece of land. The soil is moistened until it is soft, the young seedlings break through the soil, poke out delicate green shoots, take root and thrive, spread branches and leaves, bloom beautiful flowers, bear strong fruits, and repeat the cycle.

Bai Yue is the master of this land, the master of this stream.

Water and soil are the magic weapons of the white moon.

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"A few people here. Liu Yuquan saw a few people lying on the street after the aura gradually dissipated, and beckoned the disciples to come over and cook.

Bai Yue was the first to be carried into the carriage, "Huh, what kind of chance did she get, and she actually contained two spiritual roots of water and soil? This girl is not simple!"

Hearing Liu Yuquan's words, the disciples looked over with envy.

One after another, people were lifted into the carriage.

The last one to be carried into the carriage was Chu Jiangkai.

"Master, this guy is still a disciple in a green shirt, but I didn't expect it to be the same as them. ”

"He's different. Liu Yuquan looked at Chu Jiangkai carefully, and said expressionlessly, "His natal magic sword is destroyed, I'm afraid he will be a waste person in the future!"