Fu Canglu

Chapter 85 The Game of Life and Death
A lot of cold sweat had already oozed from Dongbo Fengya's forehead.

There is no room for a moment of neglect in the battle of chess.

It is extremely simple for him to procrastinate for an incense stick of time for the great chess masters in the chess palace.

Even with the help of the ink plate of life and death, he could directly kill two great figures of the Northern Wei Dynasty whose souls had been integrated into the ink plate.

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

Black and white kills, Dong Bo is elegant and masters black, and his ultimate moves are extremely aggressive.

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

Jiang Qingyi was noncommittal, kept his white defense, and did not leak water.

When the two were at a stalemate.

Cao Zhixuan frowned slightly, watching the game between the two thoughtfully, his cuffs were slightly loose, and there was an extra blade between his two fingers.

He looked as usual, with the blade between his two fingers, he gently cut a small bloody hole on his fingertip, and then the blade between his two fingers flew past with incomparable dexterity.

Li Yu almost didn't realize that there was a narrow bloody opening where Cao Zhixuan caressed his earlobe.

Then Wei Huang patted Jiang Qingyi's shoulder lightly.

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

Wei Huang's face was calm, and the blade was swept back to his sleeve.

A faint smile appeared on his face, and he asked softly in Jiang Qingyi's ear: "Is there any chance of winning?"

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

Cao Zhixuan frowned again, and after looking 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 is waiting for the killers from the chess palace to arrive.

But Emperor Wei asked him to delay for a while.

It is to wait for the reinforcements from the Northern Wei Dynasty.

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

"Okay. A stick of incense."

He didn't know who Wei Huang was waiting for.

But he had to trust the Emperor Wei.

How does a dead end turn into a living one?

Dongbo Fengya is waiting for the Grand Master of Chess in the Western Xia Palace.

Follow the plan.

You great chess masters should have crossed the space with the parchment to kill the Emperor Wei long ago.

But now it's almost time for a stick of incense.

Not to mention that a great chess master has arrived.

Even space fluctuations have never been sensed.

Dongbo Fengya suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Why haven't you come yet?"

He suddenly became agitated and looked at the young man on the other side of the chessboard.

That person still smiled plainly, Dongbo Fengya took a deep breath.

The person locked in the ink plate of life and death must carry out the chess game to the end.

"There's no need for them cowards to do anything, I'll kill you myself." Dongbo Fengya calmed down and stopped thinking about things outside of him.

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

He counted silently in his heart.

How long does a stick of incense last?
Even if the two of them exercised their mental strength to the extreme, their moves were like lightning.

It's just the beginning of the competition.

Cao Zhixuan frowned suddenly.

It's time for a stick of incense!
There was a wave of fluctuation in the space.

There was a hint of a smile on Dongbo's elegant face.

"It's the aura of the Great Chess Lord of my chess palace!" The corners of his lips were slightly drawn, and instead of looking at the cloth on the chessboard, he squinted his eyes to see which Great Chess Master came here first.

An extremely terrifying crack appeared in the space.

The space crack was held by one hand and slowly opened to one side.

There is something wrong with the breath.

There is a very strange feeling.

Tick.

Tick.

There was a drop of viscous blood on the ink tray of life and death.

Dongbo Fengya didn't speak, watching a drop or two of blood fall.

He silently raised his head and looked at the figure walking out of the space crack.

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

A white jade hairpin was inserted obliquely in the hair, clasping the black hair tightly like a Shura.

is a woman.

An extremely terrifying woman.

Yan Xiaoqi was expressionless, raising one hand flat.

In that hand was a head.

Nangong Prajna.

It is indeed the Grand Master of Chess Palace.

Dongbo Fengya smiled.

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

"How did you find this place?"

Another figure stepped out from behind Yan Xiaoqi, who raised four fingers in front of his chest, and bowed lightly to His Majesty the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Yuan Sizhi said calmly: "It's a pity that the chess palace is too cautious and unwilling to send another big chess master. Otherwise, according to the prince's plan, we can still drag a few more big chess masters to die."

Cao Zhixuan's expression was a bit unfriendly, and he said coldly: "How dare you count me in it?"

"How dare?" Yuan Sizhi didn't look at the Northern Wei emperor, laughed at himself, and said, "But this is the prince's life, how can it be worth only one Nangong Prajna?"

This is the life of that white robe in Xiguan.

How could it be worth only one Nangong Prajna?
The implication is that it is naturally worthy of Cao Zhixuan's life being pressed on the chopping block.

"What if I can't last this stick of incense?" Cao Zhixuan said lightly.

"How could it be?" Yuan Sizhi said with a smile: "The prince said that His Majesty can survive, and His Majesty will definitely survive."

Cao Zhixuan even sneered.

Only then did he realize that the white robe can control people as well as control a gun.

"Okay. Very good." Cao Zhixuan said with a pale face, "But none of the big chess masters you want to kill came."

He looked at Yan Xiaoqi, and said in a slightly cold voice, "Don't you also think that this chess piece of mine deserves it?"

Yan Xiaoqi didn't speak, her face was covered by a black veil, so she couldn't see her expression clearly.

She let go slowly.

The head of Nangong Banruo hit the chessboard heavily, spattering a plate of blood.

Cao Zhixuan was silent.

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

The woman twisted her hair around her little finger with a blank expression.

"How many people did you kill?" Cao Zhixuan narrowed his eyes, the murderous aura was a bit palpitating.

He asked word for word.

Yan Xiaoqi didn't speak.

"The murderous intent has already arisen, and I can't restrain it anymore." Yuan Sizhi smiled hoarsely, and said, "I can only blame this Nangong Banruo for saying something that shouldn't be said before he died, and insulting Xu Zhirou in every possible way. In the future, I will also drag the great chess masters of the chess palace into the water."

Dongbo Fengya was a little frightened when he heard it.

"Yizhunxiang didn't come, it's not that those big chess masters gave up on you." Yuan Sizhi sighed lightly, and said: "It's because they are all dead."

Only then did Cao Zhixuan realize that the blood on Yan Xiaoqi's black clothes was too thick.

Dongbo Fengya was terrified.

Several figures fell from the space crack.

one two three four.

Four headless corpses.

"There are still five people who dare not come." Yuan Sizhi sighed in a low voice, "It's just that the appetite of this Living Hades has been whetted, and it's hard to fill it up."

"Tell me, how do you want to die?" Yuan Zhongcheng smiled ferociously, "Could it be that my prince's life is only worth five of your humble lives?"

Dongbo Fengya's face was pale.

"It's still worth a life-and-death ink plate?" Yuan Sizhi laughed at himself, and said with a pooh: "The treasure of the palace of shit. It's still far away."

"it is good."

Dongbo Fengya looked at the blood-splattered head of Nangong Banruo, and let out a miserable laugh.

"very good."

He took out a round chess piece from his pocket.

Crushed with a pinch.

Wang Yang's terrifying fluctuations suddenly came from the nine heavens.

Yan Xiaoqi and Yuan Sizhi raised their heads suddenly.

It was a piece of thunder following the force of the thunderstorm.

Just like the ocean, it is frightening.

Li Yu's face was pale.

She raised her head, and first touched the barrier of the life and death ink disk, and then touched Lei Ze who was above the nine heavens.

"Don't forget, if I don't die, the barrier of life and death ink disk will not be broken."

Dong Bo's elegant smile was a little crazy.

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

"Since I can't survive, it shouldn't be a loss to bring in two great figures from the Northern Wei Dynasty."

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

He turned around slowly, and said softly to Jiang Qingyi, "Add you."

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

"Goodbye."

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

Thousands of thunderbolts turned into a terrifying bow and arrow, descending in an instant.

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

Yuan Sizhi watched the woman in black go crazy to stop the thunder.

He shouted loudly: "You don't want to die!"

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

In an instant, nine days of thunder attracted.

The world was pale.

(End of this chapter)