Zhao Zhijing was dressed in white and had no wind, standing at one end of the bluestone chessboard, a trace of battle intent emanated from his body, although today's battle was on the chessboard, but it was not much more than the fight between life and death, Zhao Zhijing knew that the next duel between the two of them on the comprehension of martial arts.

Zhao Zhijing knew that although he had seen a lot of precious martial arts classics, and he had also borrowed from them to create the "Six Realms Returning to the Ruins", he was not yet at the point where he could create exercises by observing the world. But Huang Yaoshi's martial arts are almost all self-created, which can be said to be the originator of the first line, and other martial arts are just materials for reference in his eyes. After time of brewing, the introduction to martial arts in Huang Yaoshi's heart at this time was naturally extraordinary.

Zhao Zhijing, who stood straight, was like a sharp sword rising into the sky, and his fluttering white clothes were like immortals who were about to soar away from the clouds. The rising battle intent was slightly restrained, until Zhao Zhijing turned into a young man from other people's houses in the eyes of all the maids, gentle as jade, without a trace of danger.

In the eyes of Huang Yaoshi on the side, Zhao Zhijing at this time seemed to be integrated into the heavens and the earth, and he seemed to have no defense, but that was the best defense, as long as he showed a flaw, he would usher in his lightning strike. At this time, Zhao Zhijing is a volcano that is about to erupt under the ice surface, under the extreme stillness, there is the ultimate movement, one static and one movement is like the yin and yang fish on the Taiji diagram, the cycle is endless.

At this moment, Zhao Zhijing pointed to the bluestone chessboard on the ground and said, "Senior, please!"

This sound fell on Huang Yaoshi's ears, with a gentleness like water, but in this gentleness, there were wisps of golden qi, like a condensed sword qi, about to tear apart the enemy on the opposite side.

Huang Yaoshi stepped down from the small pavilion, stood in front of Zhao Zhijing, and said: "Today's game was proposed by you, and this first son should be left by me!" Without waiting for Zhao Zhijing to return, the jade flute in his hand showed a ray of light and pointed it on the chessboard. At this time, the two of them knew that it was just a battle for their avenue, and there was no room for a trace of affection and concession, and one son and one hand were all battle.

Seeing that the jade flute was about to point to the bluestone, the purple light of the Purple Emperor Sword on Zhao Zhijing's waist flashed, and he jumped out of the scabbard. Zhao Zhijing held a sword in one hand, swept the blade of the sword, held Huang Yaoshi's jade flute, and said: "The seniors are heroes in the rivers and lakes, and it is appropriate to carry the younger generations, and this first son should be in the whereabouts!"

In the eyes of several maids, the purple purple emperor sword and the turquoise jade flute were set together, and there were only different lights shining on them, and there was nothing unusual. But in the eyes of Zhao Zhijing and Huang Yaoshi, this sword is like two worlds, one is the world composed of sword light, and the other is the world of pink peach blossoms. The two fought endlessly in this tiny world, and Zhao Zhijing, who held the hilt of the sword, and Huang Yaoshi, who held the body of the jasper flute, were the creators of these two tiny worlds.

The purple energy and the true qi with a hint of pink on the chessboard swept back and forth, and the wisps of dust on the ground were constantly rolled up, and the Purple Emperor Sword and the Jade Flute retreated, and they saw that there was a shining chess piece of different colors at the bottom of the sword tip and the jade flute.

The chess piece pointed directly at the tip of the sword has a purple brilliance on it, like a purple lightning, and at one end of the jade flute is a blue chess piece, with a trace of pink in it, like a piece of flying falling flowers.

The Purple Emperor Sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand shook, and the jade flute in Huang Yaoshi's hand shook. The two chess pieces, pushed by the two of them, collided with each other.

"Ding"

With a crisp sound, two dust-condensed chess pieces collided on the chessboard, and the two chess pieces turned into fine dust, at this time, under the infusion of true qi, were like two iron essences that had been tempered for thousands of years. At this moment, Huang Yaoshi held the hand of the jade flute, and his fingers curled and flicked on the jade flute.

A slight long groan sounded in the ears of the two of them, and they saw a strong qi crossing, Zhao Zhijing's purple chess piece, from which a crack was cracked, if it were not for the maintenance of true qi, I thought that at this time it would have turned into powder and was idle on the ground.

Zhao Zhijing pointed the long sword in his hand to the side and said, "Senior, the Tao is higher, this first son of the senior goes first!" Zhao Zhijing said words that seemed to be compliments, but the few maids on the side did not see the flattery on Zhao Zhijing's face at all, nor did they have the loss of the first son's defeat, some were just calm, and the slightest excitement in the calm.

The jade flute in Huang Yaoshi's hand was a little, and the chess piece with a hint of pink fell on the chessboard like a small mountain, smashing a small hole in the bluestone to accommodate the chess pieces.

Watching Huang Yaoshi drop the chess pieces, the purple electric sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand was not slow at all, the chess pieces with a trace of sharp sword qi, stabbed on the bluestone floor tiles, piercing a sword hole, and the chess pieces were like a magic nail, nailed in the bluestone.

The two swords rise and fall, and the swords fall and fall. After a while, a lot of chess pieces fell on the bluestone floor tiles, but these chess pieces were not ordinary chess pieces. Huang Yaoshi's chess pieces were connected into a wave of blue sea, and there were pink peach blossoms flying in this blue sea, and the chess pieces dropped by Zhao Zhijing opposite Zhao were like divine nails, these divine nails were connected into a stegosaurus, and there was a purple arc flashing on the body of this stegosaurus.

At this moment, as soon as the Purple Emperor Sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand was handed over, a chess piece fell. In an instant, the stegosaurus on the chessboard breathed, as if the yin and yang flowed in the body of the stegosaurus, and a sword qi spit out from the air of the stegosaurus.

Seeing that Zhao Zhijing was no longer conservative at this time, the sword of the stegosaurus stabbed out, and Huang Yaoshi at this time did not lag behind at all. I saw the jade flute in his hand swing, and a chess piece fell, like a wave of blue sea appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and there was the sound of tide in his ears.

In this wave of blue sea, a blooming peach blossom falls and flutters in the wind. The swirling pink flowers met the sword qi spit out by the galloping stegosaurus.

"??????"

The sword qi stabbed the falling flowers, and the petals fell on the falling flowers, like a sharp knife cutting on the sword qi. When the falling flowers dissipated, the sharp sword aura also disappeared.

"Poof", "Poof"

The two chess pieces turned into powder on the bluestone chessboard, and with a blow from the two, the chess pieces were both destroyed, and they seemed to be equal, as for who of the two was more prosperous, only they themselves knew, and the maid on the side was only looking at the means of the immortals, how could mortals understand the cultivation and foresight of the immortals.

Zhao Zhijing, who was holding the Purple Emperor Sword, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he said: "The predecessor is really good, since he is so casually dissolved by the kid's stegosaurus breath!"

Huang Yaoshi, who was holding a jade flute on the side, was dressed in a green robe without wind and said: "You are not bad, such a casual stroke, since you have smashed my falling flowers with artistic conception!"