Chapter 173: Nine Palaces Sudoku

"Bang!" Just when Lin Yu was thinking about it, the third stone sword had already fallen downward. "No, even Ye Ziyang couldn't guess so accurately, but used the human navigation technique to rush through this sword platform. He Mu Hao, does he have this strength?" For a while, Lin Yu hesitated, gritted his teeth, and at the moment when the stone sword rose from the ground for the third time, Lin Yu's figure swept out again. At the same time, I saw Mu Hao's thin lips move slightly, and he scolded in a low voice: "Stupid!"

"Click!" a crisp sound of bones shattering came out in vain. Under the gaze of hundreds of shocked eyes, Lin Yu's emaciated figure was crushed into pulp at this moment, his head was shattered, and his red and white brains splashed in the air.

"Bang!" The dull voice seemed to hit everyone's hearts, and their faces were as white as rice paper. "Four!" Mu Hao stared intently at the stone sword rising to the ground, but the smile on the corner of his mouth spread irrepressibly: "Sure enough!" Quietly looking down at the Nine Dao Sword Platform, Mu Hao's mind was spinning rapidly, "This is an incomparably simple nine-square grid Sudoku, no, it's not Sudoku!"

"There are three sword platforms in the front row, and the stone sword falls thirty-nine times. Of the three sword platforms in the second row, the stone swords also fell thirty-nine times. Of the three sword platforms in the third row, the number of stone swords falling is thirty-nine. The most important thing is that the number of times on each diagonal also adds up to thirty-nine. That is, the sum of the times in each row and column and on each diagonal is equal. ”

"Huhu!", the stone sword on the sword platform rose from the ground and hovered quietly in the sky, and the blood lingering on it flowed down, dripping on the sword platform, ticking. The sword platform returned to calm, but an extremely oppressive aura permeated everyone's hearts and lingered!

Another person died on this sword platform, and he was still the existence of the eighth layer of the Yuan Infant. Each time the sword array was activated, the majestic aura power would once again fill it. It was only after two minutes or so that the sword array would be running again.

These two minutes were spent in silence, and it was not until the roar of the stone sword that it was broken when the stone sword fell again. Mu Hao's eyes were as bright as stars, and he silently read the number of times the stone sword fell in his heart, but a piercing sarcasm sounded behind him: "Although Brother Lin Yu failed to rush through the third stone platform, his courage is admirable, saying that Brother Lin Yu is a stupid talent, this sentence is a bit too much!"

There is no distraction, and Mu Haotou is too lazy to go back. But I also know who said this. I saw that the scarred young man's eyes flickered with coldness, and he made sarcastic remarks, obviously trying to provoke Mu Hao to go to the sword platform. As soon as these words came out, the faces of the disciples of the major forces changed, and there was a little more intriguing meaning in the eyes of Mu Hao.

The young man with the scar deliberately glanced at several disciples of the Red Void Palace, and these disciples of the Red Void Palace said with a very tacit understanding: "Compared to the people who cowered under the sword platform, Brother Lin Yu's stupid talent is much stronger. "Doesn't that mean that the man is worse than stupid!" The disciples of the Red Void Palace sang and harmonized, although they did not name names, but the disciples of the major forces present all knew in their hearts, and their eyes were focused on Mu Hao.

Sun Hao's eyes narrowed slightly, the chill was permeated, and he said in a low voice: "Boss, do you want to clear the end!" Hearing this, Shen Yue stroked the hair in front of his eyebrows, his beautiful eyes were slightly bright, revealing a look of expectation. But Mu Hao, as the party concerned, had no waves in his eyes, and his face was unwavering. It's just that in his heart, he silently counted the number of times the stone sword fell, and turned a deaf ear to the sarcastic voices around him, "Nine, three, fourteen!".

"Bang!" A deafening roar erupted, and blood splattered all over the ground. It wasn't until the third stone sword had fallen a full fourteen times that Mu Hao turned around, his calm eyes meeting the chattering young man. The young man with the scar was immediately silent, and an inexplicable chill rose up on his back, making him break out in a cold sweat, not daring to meet Mu Hao's gaze, and slightly sideways, hiding behind the disciples of the Red Void Palace.

The rest of the disciples of the Red Void Palace were also silent, they dared to sneer behind Mu Hao's back, but they didn't dare to do so in front of Mu Hao, and even some disciples of the Red Void Palace couldn't help but gather towards the disciples of the major forces, afraid that Mu Hao would make a move.

"Finished?" Mu Hao said lightly, the corners of his mouth raised a treacherous arc, and turned to Ling Qingzhu, "Senior Sister Ling Qingzhu has thought about this sword formation?" Being watched by Mu Hao's soft gaze, Ling Qingzhu's delicate and pretty face was a little hot, and he was about to speak, but the young man with the scar smiled and said, "Could it be that Senior Brother Mu Hao has a way to let Senior Sister Qingzhu pass through this sword formation?"

"In front of Lin Yu, hundreds of monks have already died on this sword platform!" a disciple of the Red Void Palace said nonchalantly, Ling Qingzhu's excited eyes immediately dimmed, especially when he saw the shocking flesh and blood on the sword platform, a miserable white slowly appeared on his pretty face.

"If I say, I have, do you believe it?" Mu Hao's eyes glanced at the young man with the scar lightly, and said lightly. The young man with the scar was about to sneer, but when he saw the afterglow from the corner of Mu Hao's eyes, the smile on the corner of his mouth could no longer be involved. Inside, he saw a biting chill, and the young man with the scar had no doubt that if he said more, he was afraid that this bastard would directly kill him.

"With my strength, even if I pass through this sword array, I won't be able to deal with the next killing machine, and if I go in, I will take my own life!" After pondering, Ling Qingzhu smiled apologetically, she said this very skillfully, she did not question whether Mu Hao had this ability, but took the reason to her own strength, and rejected Mu Hao very tactfully, which also gave Mu Hao enough face.

Mu Hao couldn't help but glance at Ling Qingzhu carefully, although this Nizi's appearance was not as amazing as Zhan Taiyu's, but this behavior threw Zhan Taiyu ten streets. Mu Hao nodded slightly, since people were unwilling, Mu Hao didn't force it. His words were just a reciprocation and gratitude to Ling Qingzhu for the intelligence information before.

Turning around slowly, Mu Hao walked towards the sword platform in a stunned gaze, and the young man with the scar even showed a look of excitement, "This guy, I finally can't bear to break into the battle!" The young man with the scar raised his eyes slightly, looking at the stone sword hovering in the sky, and there was even a scene of the stone sword crashing on Mu Hao's body in his eyes.

"Boss, the power of this stone sword falling straight down cannot be underestimated, even if you and I can withstand a blow, I'm afraid it will be nine deaths!" Sun Hao said earnestly. "I know this!" Mu Hao's face was filled with a charming smile. "There's no need to be impulsive because of the so-called face, that thing of a man can't shrink or stretch!" Shen Yue raised his eyebrows slightly, retracted his gaze on the sword platform, and looked at Mu Hao solemnly.

Mu Hao touched his nose and asked, "Do you think I look like that kind of person?" Before the words fell, Mu Hao turned his head forward and walked straight to the sword platform. This terrifying sword array was transported again, and standing in front of the sword platform, a choking smell of blood and strong wind came to his face. Mu Hao's gaze became extremely cold, silently reciting the number of times the stone sword fell.

For a while, countless eyes with different emotions gathered on Mu Hao. However, most people's eyes were filled with a little bit of abuse, especially the young man with scar, who showed a rare joy in his eyes. Obviously looking forward to the next bloody scene.

The wind rose suddenly, the blood flowers swayed, and the stone sword as thick as a pillar fell straight down with a destructive aura.

"Bang!" An outstanding blue figure stood in front of the sword platform, Mu Hao quietly stared at the scene in front of him, feeling the subtle changes in the power of the aura on the sword platform. "The stone sword on the far right of the first row has six drops, the number of times it has fallen in the middle of the second row is seven, and the number of times it has on the far right of the third row is ten!" The eyes exposed to the air were as deep as a black hole. Mu Hao memorized these numbers in his mind, waiting for the number of times the second round of stone swords fell.

"Bang, bang!" The short silence brought an inexplicable depression, and countless eyes stared at this long figure. Sun Hao and Shen Yue stood behind Mu Hao, a little worried. However, when his gaze touched the former's ancient gaze, he didn't know how to say the words full of words.

"The number of times in the middle of the first row is eleven, the number of times on the far left of the second row is nine, and the number of times on the far right of the third row is ten. The number of times in the middle column adds up to twenty-one, and according to the law of the number of diagonal times and equality of the rows and columns, it is not difficult to deduce the number of times corresponding to the next three sword platforms!"

"Four, five, three!" In an instant, Mu Hao counted the number of times the stone sword fell. Under the impatient gaze of the young man with the scar, Mu Hao walked towards the sword platform on the far left with a light face.

"Click!", the sound of broken bones flashed, and Mu Hao's right foot was stepping on a broken bone. One step, two steps, three steps. Mu Hao walked quietly, and the people around him held their breath and raised their eyes to look at the blood-stained stone sword. Until the moment when the stone sword rose from the ground for the fourth time, Mu Hao's body moved, like a violent wind rolling upside down, and there was a faint afterimage of the Dao Dao following him, elegantly sweeping onto the sword platform.

Rumo's long hair swayed in the wind, and Mu Hao's elegant demeanor made the corners of the scar young man's mouth raise a sneer: "I want to see if you can maintain this style in the future!" Standing on several corpses, Mu Hao closed his eyes slightly, feeling the changes around him, faintly, there was an overwhelming pressure in all directions, if this aura coercion hit his body, Mu Hao had no confidence to be able to take it.

"Such a simple sword formation has such a terrifying power, this formation is really desirable!" Mu Hao muttered softly, his eyes closed from beginning to end, and his eyes were not paying attention to the second stone sword. This subtle scene fell into the eyes of the disciples of the major forces, and they couldn't help but have a strange feeling, this kid must be too confident!

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