A lot of cold sweat had oozed from Dong Bo Fengya's forehead.

In the battle of chess, there is no room for a moment of slackness.

It was an extremely simple matter for him to delay a stick of incense for the great chess princes of the Chess Palace.

Even with the help of the ink plate of life and death, he could directly kill the two big men of the Northern Wei Dynasty whose souls were integrated into the ink plate.

It's a pity that Jiang Qingyi's appearance disrupted his arrangement.

Black and white killing, Dongbo style is elegant and black, step by step killing, extremely aggressive.

"Your chess skills have become stronger. He stared at the young man with a graceful smile.

Jiang Qingyi was noncommittal, holding a white defensive, and not leaking.

The two were at a stalemate.

Cao Zhixuan twisted his eyebrows slightly, and watched the two of them play thoughtfully, his cuffs were slightly loose, and an extra blade appeared between his two fingers.

His face was as usual, the blade between his two fingers, gently cutting a small bloody hole on his fingertips, and then the blade between his fingers flew deftly and deftly.

Li Yu barely noticed that the place where his earlobe was caressed by Cao Zhixuan was separated by a narrow bloody mouth.

Then Emperor Wei gently patted Jiang Qingyi's shoulder.

The young emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty remained silent, and the blade in his hand had already drunk the blood of three people.

Emperor Wei's face was calm, and the blade swept back into his sleeve.

A faint smile appeared on his face, and he whispered in Jiang Qingyi's ear, "Is there a chance of winning?"

Jiang Qingyi shook his head very honestly, and said seriously: "This person is very strong, and he is not much better than Gu Shengcheng." ”

Cao Zhixuanfu frowned again, and after glancing at Li Yu, he whispered to Jiang Qingyi.

"Hold on to a stick of incense. ”

Jiang Qingyi's face was a little dignified.

He knew that the other side was also stalling for time.

Dongbo Fengya was waiting for the killers of the Chess Palace to arrive.

But Emperor Wei asked him to delay a stick of incense.

is to wait for the rescue of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Jiang Qingyi took a deep breath, he looked at the chessboard full of murderous aura, and nodded very seriously.

"Good. A stick of incense. ”

He didn't know which one Emperor Wei was waiting for.

But he had to believe in this Wei Emperor.

How does a dead game become a live game?

......

Dongbo Fengya is waiting for the big chess prince of the chess palace far away in Western Xia.

Do what you planned.

The great chess princes should have crossed the space with a sheepskin scroll a long time ago to kill this Wei Emperor.

But now it's close to the time of a stick of incense.

Not to mention that a big chess player is coming.

I didn't even feel the fluctuations in space.

Dongbo Fengya suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Why haven't you come yet?"

He suddenly became a little agitated and looked at the young man on the other side of the board.

The man was still smiling plainly, and Dongbo Fengya took a deep breath.

The person who locks the ink plate of life and death must carry the chess game to the end.

"You don't need them cowards to do it, I will kill you myself. Dongbo Fengya calmed down and stopped thinking about things outside his body.

Cao Zhixuan squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the surrounding environment.

He counted silently in his heart.

How long does a stick of incense last?

Even if the two of them worked hard to the extreme, they fell like lightning.

It's just the beginning of the competition.

Cao Zhixuan suddenly frowned.

It's time for a stick of incense!

There was a fluctuation in the space.

A smile appeared on Dong Bo's elegant face.

"It's the breath of the Great Chess Gong of my Chess Palace!" the corners of his lips were slightly outlined, and he no longer looked at the chessboard cloth, but squinted his eyes to see which Great Chess Gong was the first to come here.

A terrifying crack appeared in the space.

The spatial crack was pulled by a hand and slowly stretched to the side.

Something is wrong with the breath.

There's a very eerie feeling.

Tick.

Tick.

There was an extra drop of viscous blood on the ink plate of life and death.

Dongbo Fengya didn't speak, looking at one drop or two drops of blood down.

He silently raised his head and looked at the figure that had come out of the spatial crack.

The figure was slender, with long black hair falling like a waterfall.

A white hosta was stuck diagonally in the hair, clasping the black hair tightly like a Shura.

It's a woman.

Extremely terrifying woman.

Yan Xiaoqi's face was expressionless, and one hand was raised flat.

The one carried a skull in his hand.

Nangong Prajna.

It is indeed the great chess prince of the chess palace.

Dong Bo Fengya smiled.

He stared at the woman, his voice a little hoarse.

"How did you find here. ”

Another figure stepped out from behind Yan Xiaoqi, and the man stood up four fingers, erected them on his chest, and bowed lightly to His Majesty the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Yuan Sizhi said indifferently: "It's a pity that the chess palace is too cautious and unwilling to send one more big chess prince, otherwise according to the prince's plan, he can pull a few more big chess masters to die." ”

Cao Zhixuan's face was a little unkind, and he said coldly: "You dare to calculate me in it?"

"How dare you?" Yuan Si pointed not to look at the Northern Wei Emperor, laughed at himself, and said, "But this is the life of the prince, how can it be worth only one Nangong Praruo?"

This is the life of Xiguan's white robe.

How can it be worth only one Nangong Prajna?

The implication is that it is naturally worth Cao Zhixuan's life that is currently pressed on the chopping board.

"If I can't hold this incense. Cao Zhixuan said lightly.

"How come?" Yuan Sizhi smiled and said, "The prince said that His Majesty can survive, and His Majesty will definitely be able to survive." ”

Cao Zhixuan sneered even more.

Only then did he realize that the white-robed man was not inferior to the gun.

"Good. Very good. Cao Zhixuan's face turned pale, and he said, "But none of the big chess princes you want to kill came." ”

He looked at Yan Xiaoqi, and said in a slightly cold voice: "Don't you also think that I deserve this chess piece?"

Yan Xiaoqi didn't speak, covering his face with a black veil, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

She slowly let go.

The head of Nangong Panruo slammed heavily on the chessboard, splashing out a plate of blood.

Cao Zhixuan was silent.

He looked at the blood-stained King Yama in mid-air.

The woman was expressionless and wrapped her hair around her little finger.

"How many people have you killed?" Cao Zhixuan narrowed his eyes, this murderous aura was a little palpitating.

He asked, word for word.

Yan Xiaoqi didn't speak.

"The murderous intent has risen, and I can't suppress it. Yuan Sizhi smiled hoarsely and said, "I can only blame this Nangong Panruo for saying something that shouldn't be said before he died, and insulted Xu Zhirou in every way, and after his death, he will also drag the big chess princes of the Chess Palace into the water." ”

Dongbo Fengya was a little frightened when she heard it.

"A stick of incense didn't come, it's not those big chess players who gave up on you. Yuan Sizhi sighed lightly and said, "It's them, they're all dead." ”

Cao Zhixuan was shocked to realize that the blood stains on Yan Xiaoqi's black clothes were a little too thick.

Dongbo was elegant and shocked.

Several figures fell from the cracks in that space.

One two three four.

Four headless corpses.

"There were five others who were afraid to come. Yuan Sizhi sighed in a low voice: "It's just that the appetite of this living Hades has been suspended, and it is difficult to fill it." ”

"Tell me, how do you want to die?" Yuan Zhongzhong smiled a little hideously, "Could it be that the life of my prince is only worth your five cheap lives?"

Dongbo Fengya's face was pale.

"Still a life and death ink plate?" Yuan Sizhi laughed at himself, and snorted: "The treasure of the town palace of bullshit." It's still a long way off. ”

"Good. ”

Dongbo Fengya looked at the blood-spattered Nangong Panruo's head and laughed miserably.

"Good. ”

He pulled out a round chess piece from his bosom.

A pinch and crush.

An ocean-like terrifying fluctuation was suddenly sensed from above the Nine Heavens.

Yan Xiaoqi and Yuan Sizhi suddenly raised their heads.

It was a thunderbolt that followed the force of a thunderstorm.

It's like an ocean, and it's terrifying.

Li Yu's face was pale.

She raised her head, first touching the barrier of the Ink Disc of Life and Death, and then the Razor above the Nine Heavens.

"Don't forget, I don't die, and the barrier of the ink plate of life and death will not be unraveled. ”

Dongbo Fengya's smile was a little crazy.

"It's a pity, who in the world can be faster than thunder?"

"Since I can't live, it shouldn't be a loss to pull in two big figures from the Northern Wei Dynasty. ”

The smile on Dongbo Fengya's face was pale, but he seemed to be satisfied.

He turned around slowly and whispered to Jiang Qingyi, "Plus you." ”

"I'm just a spirit possession, and I can make up for it after a month of practice. Dong Bo Fengya opened his arms and slowly raised his head in the space of the ink plate of life and death.

"Goodbye. ”

Thunder seemed to have found a trigger point at this moment.

Thousands of thunderbolts turned into a terrifying bow and came in an instant.

Dongbo's elegant breath of life disappeared in an instant.

Yuan Sizhi looked at the woman in black like crazy to stop the thunder.

He shouted, "You don't want to die!"

Yan Xiaoqi didn't speak, and instantly teleported to the power of the extremely terrifying heaven and earth thunder.

In an instant, the thunder of the nine heavens was attracted.

The heavens and the earth were pale.