Fu Canglu

Chapter 84
Li Changge squatted on the ground.

Wei Lingshan was a little dumbfounded.

But she looked at this Elder Brother Yincheng with a little more respect.

For more than ten years in the letter, this elder brother has always been a kind-hearted person in her mind.

But no matter how tolerant and kind, there is a bottom line that cannot be touched.

The funny thing is, the decisive Li Changge squatted on the ground and coughed for a long time.

Senior disciple Yincheng coughed up his nose and tears.

Wu Jinhan stared blankly at the short sword stuck on the ground.

"How could it be so fast?" Nanhai Peacock murmured to himself with lingering fears, "I'm afraid only senior brothers can compare with this speed."

Then Wu Jinhan had a little inspiration, watching Li Changge squatting on the ground and throwing up.

He thought of a very serious question.

"Where is my long sword?"

Li Changge just buried his head in vomit, pointing in a random direction, Wu Jinhan stared angrily, but he was not the opponent of this Yincheng disciple.

"Forget it, I'll just leave now, so Junior Sister can't blame me." Wu Jinhan looked at Li Changge's appearance before leaving, and couldn't help but slander in his heart: "This guy is just as weird as Senior Brother! fetal."

The tall building of the City Lord's Mansion.

"Qigong never trusts anyone." Dongbo Fengya sighed lightly, "It's a pity that this time we really trusted the Xiguan feudal lord."

"But he didn't kill you, I'll help him." Dongbo Fengya didn't look back, he took out two things from his bosom.

"In order to avoid the suspicion of the sword master, this body doesn't even have a level of Yuanli. In other words, you can treat me as a person who has never practiced." The first sword Dongbo Fengya took out was an extremely simple one. He didn't carry any weapons on his body, and there was no energy flowing in him, but he looked extremely calm and calm, and said: "But you don't have to worry, you will definitely die here today."

This roll of parchment emitted a strange wave, which transported the three people to an extremely remote place.

Shadow Huan Tuqiong's face was slightly cold, and he disappeared instantly after looking at those two.

Dongbo Fengya glanced around with great satisfaction, filled with fairy air.

"The island in the center of the lake is fully restricted, no one will step in."

"You two can rest assured, the environment here is excellent, and it must be a cemetery with excellent geomantic omen." Dongbo Fengya said lightly, and took out the second thing.

It was a pocket version of a chess board.

Cao Zhixuan's face was pale, looking at the unworldly chessboard.

Qi Gong really spent all his money to kill him.

"The ink plate of life and death?" Cao Zhixuan said coldly, "The chess palace is such a big handwriting."

Dong Bo Fengya laughed at himself, and said: "If you want to kill His Majesty the Emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty, you must be ruthless."

"Except for Nangong Banruo, the nine great chess masters in my chess palace, the other eight will be passed on soon." Dongbo Fengya looked at the Northern Wei emperor indifferently, "Actually, I alone is enough to kill you, but it's a pity that this The physical strength is too weak."

"You are looking for the 'Xia' of the younger generation's four major killers." Dongbo Fengya laughed at himself, "Do you think it is Xia Liang? It's a pity that you all guessed wrong."

Cao Zhixuan's thoughts changed all of a sudden.

The sword master's sword is not there.

Yan Xiaoqi didn't know when she would be able to come back.

The ink disk of life and death forcibly absorbs soul power, and the outcome is a bet.

Now my life is at the mercy of this game of chess.

It turns out that the dead end that I calculated should be in Xixia.

Dong Bo Fengya admired the emperor's almost desperate expression, and then said lightly: "There is no need to think about delaying time."

The young man who always had a smile on his face said something that made Cao Zhixuan despair.

"That roll of parchment, every great chess master in my chess palace has a roll." Dongbo Fengya looked at Cao Zhixuan, "Even if it is far away in Xixia, it only takes a cup of tea to activate at most."

"You are really, already a dead man."

Cao Zhixuan's complexion was frosty.

The chessboard blossomed into flowers of black and white soul power, absorbing all of Dongbo Fengya's soul power.

"This is a game." Dongbo Fengya waved to Cao Zhixuan lightly.

Cao Zhixuan's soul power was uncontrollably absorbed by the ink plate of life and death, and then Li Yu's soul power was also absorbed by the ink plate of life and death.

"In a game of chess, if you lose, you will die." Dong Bo Feng Ya'an looked at the Northern Wei Emperor quietly, with deep eyes and a smile on his face.

"This game of chess cannot allow you to refuse."

Cao Zhixuan watched the chessboard slowly take shape in the air.

Then there was a ray of soul power in the chess flowers formed by the ink plate of life and death.

Dongbo Fengya looked at that figure in disbelief.

It was a simple and unpretentious young man.

There shouldn't be people on the island in the middle of the lake.

Because all people should be moved to the Jianzhong space.

Except the people in that pagoda.

But how could the people in that pagoda come out so easily?
Dongbo Fengya couldn't figure it out.

Such a restless chess piece gave a slight possibility to revive a dead game.

The young man stood in front of the Northern Wei Emperor.

Cao Zhixuan was a little lost.

The young man didn't speak, just stood up so lightly.

Dongbo Fengya frowned slightly.

He had a vague sense of foreboding.

The spatial fluctuations in the chess palace have already begun to shake the surrounding space.

This young man didn't have a trace of energy fluctuations.

Even if he can resist the ink plate of life and death for a moment, can he still stop the great chess masters of the chess palace who come after him?
"Kill!" Dongbo Fengya's smile disappeared, and he stood up, his momentum suddenly rising.

From the point of view of the chess scale, fate is a matter of life and death, so you can't keep your hands.

The battle between black and white, the wrestling between heaven and earth, who can win?

Jiang Qingyi's face was calm, and he saluted lightly.

"Kill." The young man's word "kill" was not murderous.

But Dongbo Fengya couldn't help feeling a palpitation.

"I remember you." Dongbo Fengya slowly stared at Jiang Qingyi, "Your chess attainments are far inferior to Gu Shengcheng and others, why dare you stand up."

Dongbo Fengya couldn't figure it out.

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

Jiang Qingyi smiled, "Scared. Scared to death."

Then the young man asked seriously, "But why should I be afraid of you?"

Cao Zhixuan looked at the man who stood up.

The back looks a little young, but high-spirited.

He remembered this man.

The name flashed by, and the memory was a little fuzzy, Cao Zhixuan subconsciously frowned.

"What's your name?"

Jiang Qingyi didn't look back, but smiled faintly.

He looked at the slowly forming chessboard in front of him.

The familiar Reversi basket has a new feeling in his hands.

Like a new life.

That is a brand new way of chess.

It's a new era.

He thought of the backs of the Four Great Chess Masters when they left.

He thought of the stairs under Elysium.

He didn't go up that ladder.

But he climbed a more heavenly ladder.

A little understanding of chess, ten years and one night.

He was in a trance, his voice was not loud, and he said softly.

"Your Majesty, just call me to lighten my clothes."

(End of this chapter)