Feeling Zhao Ming's gaze, Murong Bo's eyes couldn't help shrinking, his fist couldn't help but squeeze, and finally seemed to have made a decision, turned his head and glanced at Murong Fu next to him, his eyes stared at him for a moment, and finally turned around and stepped into the chessboard without hesitation, he chose the stone statue that Zhao Ming was standing on, although he wanted to be trampled on by Zhao Ming's head, but it was still standing, it was obvious that he had not been abandoned, and this stone statue had been almost destroyed by Zhao Ming, and there may have been some damage inside, which might affect some of his original roles, Nan Kejin also thought of this, holding this possibility, he finally left the statue of the emperor a head shorter than other stone statues. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Zhao Ming didn't care about Murong Bo's thoughts, as long as he stepped into the chessboard, then he would enter the game, Zhao Ming didn't know under what circumstances this chessboard would reach the standard to open the hidden stone gate, but in desperation, he always had to work hard, if it didn't work, then Zhao Ming could only think about going back the same way and breaking those stone doors layer by layer.

When Zhao Ming's eyes looked at Murong Bo and Murong Fu's father and son, Murong Fu's head kept low, as if he didn't want to meet Zhao Ming's gaze, and he was also avoiding something, his shoulders couldn't help shaking, which made the fear and fear in his heart unreservedly revealed.

Zhao Ming glanced at Murong Fu who still didn't dare to raise his head to look at him disdainfully, and didn't pay attention to this guy anymore, he used to think that Murong Fu was just a poor person who was crushed by the burden of the family, but now it seems that he really thinks a little highly of him, he is not crushed by the burden of the family, but by his weak heart.

As soon as Murong Bo stood still, the momentum on his body changed in an instant, no longer the gloomy and silent before, when his footsteps fell on the stone statue, the sharp momentum instantly sprinted on the chessboard, although it was much inferior to Nan Kejin on the opposite side, but it was very different from the decadent old man in the eyes of everyone before.

At this moment, Murong Bo's strength also made those half-step innate people who were paying attention to the battle situation a little surprised, they didn't expect that there was actually a strong person who had surpassed the half-step innate certificate of the innocent realm hidden on the opposite side, it was not enough for them After taking a look at the majestic General Nan Ke on their side, their hearts were a little more settled, even if you stepped into the innate innocent realm with one foot? As long as you don't step into that realm, then you are not congenital, and the gap between you and the innate is irreparable, and you can't pose a threat at all in front of Nan Kejin, who has been in the realm of an innate powerhouse for many years, and not every half step is as perverted as that illusory little monk......

Thinking of this, everyone glanced at Zhao Ming, who was light and breezy on the opposite side of the chessboard, and their eyes were full of complex and indescribable meaning.......

Murong Bo has no regrets about his choice at all, his only regret is that the son who made him proud, the son who in his opinion can really support the Murong family and realize the dream of the Murong family for hundreds of years again, actually retreated at this moment, he was afraid, this is not to blame him, Murong Bo knows that in the face of today's changes, in the face of this chessboard, no matter who it is, whether it is the martial artist, even the self-righteous guys on the opposite side are also afraid, afraid, but what he cares about is who he is afraid of in his eyes at this momentIt is his own son, Murong Fu, who is the only heir of the Great Yan Imperial Family after his death, is the master of the entire Yanziwu, how can he be afraid, he shouldn't be afraid......

Murong Bo didn't want to look back, he was afraid that when he looked back and saw his son's trembling shoulders again, he would be scared and weak, he didn't want to be like that, at least, when he was still alive, he didn't want the glory of the Great Yan Imperial Family that he was carrying to be tarnished, so he wanted to move forward, he wanted to use his stump to cut through all the obstacles in front of him, and leave a way for his son to live, after all, ...... That is his own son, the only bloodline of the Dayan royal family.......

"Ah......" Murong Bo was crazy at this moment, he looked at Nan Kejin in front of him, he had no fear of the innate powerhouse, he roared angrily, his eyes were bloodshot, full of hatred and determination......

Being looked at by Murong Bo like this, Nan Kejin couldn't help but snort coldly, and directly waved his hand and took another step forward with his little soldier who had gone deep into the opposite side, at this moment, he didn't need to be reckless at all, as long as he played steadily, he would definitely be able to win this game of chess, win this victory, and get what he wanted......

But Murong Bo didn't care much about Nan Kejin's actions, his eyes were full of madness, and with a wave of his hand, he directly hit a scribe in front of him directly towards the scribe in front of Nan Kejin.

Murong Bo's actions made Nan Kejin's face uncontrollable, he was not afraid that Murong Bo would entangle with him, but he was afraid that this crazy guy would make some crazy moves, and now it seems that the situation he least wants to encounter has finally appeared.

The two scribe statues collided together, but Murong Bo's move obviously did not conform to the rules of the chessboard, and his scribe was directly torn apart.

For this result, Murong Bo didn't care at all, he was already prepared when he took this step, if he succeeded, then he would seek a glimmer of life, and maybe he could get back a game, if he failed......

His son's face flashed in his mind, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile......

The suction under his feet came as scheduled, and all of this was no longer in Murong Bo's thoughts, the determination in his eyes flashed, and he directly transported a pure internal force, and it worked in reverse......

Murong Bo's actions made Zhao Ming's face sink involuntarily, and then he understood something, what is the best way to end a game of chess? That is, to let one side lose, and since he can't defeat the other party at this moment, then let his side lose completely, so there is no need to continue this game of chess......

Murong Bo's crazy actions surprised everyone, but soon those people figured out the key, looking at Murong Bo who began to swell, some people were happy, some people sighed, many of them were people of the same era as Murong Bo, although they may not have been able to meet this powerful hero back then, but Murong Bo's name was remembered by them, and now seeing his fall, this can't help but make these people have some sad feelings of rabbit death.