Fatal Concubine

Chapter 97: Real Dragon Chess Game 5
Nangong Yu was tall and proud, with silvery white hair fluttering proudly, he took care of the people around him, glanced coldly at the chessboard in front of him, and suddenly jumped towards the chessboard as soon as he raised his breath.

One step landed on a white chess piece, Nangong Yuting didn't stop, and jumped towards the second white chess piece like flying.

Gu Teng turned his head to see Nangong Yu's intention, flew towards a white piece, and stood on top of a white piece beside Nangongyu.

Nangong Yu's dark red eyes turned pitch black, the danger in his eyes was out of thin air, and he gave Gu Teng a hard look, what is he doing here to join in the fun.

Gu Teng turned a blind eye to Nangong Yu's eyes, turned around and flew to the chess pieces on the side of the chessboard, turned his cold eyes to meet Nangong Yu's dark red eyes, the indomitable and decisive eyes in those cold eyes made people startled, such a Persistence makes people tremble.

Immediately, the two confronted each other almost with swords drawn.

Chasing the wild spirit circle into the killing leader, his figure flashed continuously, like a fish swimming in the fighting group, passing quickly, and at the same time observing the constant changes on the chessboard.

In such a chaotic fight, you must know, recharge your energy, and avoid its edge.

During the fight, his eyes glanced at the two of them, and his brows frowned suddenly. At this time, the two still refused to give in to each other. If they were so stubborn, when would they be able to break the chess game.

At that moment, without even thinking about it, he immediately lifted his robe and jumped towards the huge chess piece.

Flying along the way, black iron guns suddenly shot out from the direction of the four walls around the chessboard.

Almost as thick as a baby's arm, it sprang out densely from the four walls of the chessboard, and went straight to Chaser's body. The sharp tip of the gun was icy iron-colored, so sharp that it could almost cut through the air.

The walls on all sides seemed to have instantly turned into a hedgehog with spiky spines, emitting a murderous aura.

While Zhu Yeling was leaping, her eyes flashed coldness. Even though her kung fu was at a high level at this time, she didn't dare to go straight to the densely packed iron spears.

Swinging the long sword in his hand, resisting the iron spear, he turned around and flew towards Heizi on the other side.

The distance between Baizi and Heizi is getting farther and farther, Zhu Yeling is standing on top of Heizi, and the situation in front of him now becomes that Heizi and Baizi are facing each other.

Seeing this, Nangong Yu and Gu Teng's eyes flashed suddenly, and they cried secretly.

In this way, they become opposites.

The hundreds of celebrities under the turning-head chess piece were still fighting together. Among the crowd, none of them was sober, and they all merged into a huge battlefield.

So when it came up, all the people didn't keep it, or they couldn't keep it, and they tried their best to kill all the targets that threatened their survival.

This kind of fighting is like walking on the edge of hell.

The moment before, you were still fighting with the long sword in your hand, but the moment after, you were lying in a pool of blood with your eyes wide open.

The moment before, you stabbed the long sword into someone else's chest, but the next moment, the long sword of the person around you has already pierced your chest.

The moment before, the opponent in front of him had already chopped off his head with a knife, and seeing that he had no physiology, the opponent had already collapsed in the next moment, while the long sword of the person behind him was withdrawing.

Bright blood spattered on the chessboard, flying in the air, the white arena under the feet has been rendered blood red, and it is constantly converging, as if the stream will always merge into the sea, and the bewitching blood will flow out of the chessboard flow……

Countless limbs and broken arms seemed to be discarded everywhere.

Everyone is crazy like a devil at this time, struggling and fighting in purgatory...

Enemies are everywhere, and crises are everywhere.

Melee, a melee that cannot be described in words.

Hundreds of men are all masters, how can it be child's play to fight against masters, a sword light is the difference between life and death.

Here, Chaser Ling stood on top of Heizi, looking up at the flying iron spear, which separated her from Baizi.

After settling on Dingyan Chasing the Wild Spirit, he secretly called out that it was not good, he should have been careless, standing on top of Heizi, he clearly opposed Baizi.

Everything happened in an instant, and the three of them became in a confrontational situation.

Without time to breathe and sigh, Zhu Yeling swooped forward to reverse the situation, and pressed his palm on the sunspot with his backhand.

The sunspots creaked and slowly bloomed from a crack, exuding white smoke, the smoke was so thick that it was impossible to see anything clearly.

There was no one around Heizi, but at this moment, she clearly felt that countless people were rushing towards her. The ferocious murderous aura almost suppressed the entire stone room.

Shaking his hands, he pulled out the long sword in his hand, flew forward and shot into the mist.

One step down, before she could take up the second sword flower, the scenery in front of her suddenly changed, and the whole direction changed.

Originally, she flew forward and shot forward, but now she clearly felt that the long sword had changed its direction.

Nangong Yu and Guteng who were still in front of her just now, accompanied by the mist, faintly appeared behind her.

There was a thick fog, and the whole chessboard was obviously a vast expanse of whiteness. No one could see who, and no one could feel who. Suddenly, I felt that I was the only one left on the whole chessboard.

There is no aura of anyone, there is no movement of anyone, it makes you want to shoot, but you don't know where to aim.

Zhu Yeling's face became gloomy, damn it, what kind of formation is this, I'm afraid it was the formation activated by her palm hitting Heizi, and the mist emitted was lost.

Chasing the wild spirit became dignified, his dark eyes sank, and for a moment he was astonishingly cold, holding the long sword tightly in his hand, no matter what the scene in front of him, he stepped forward and rushed towards the fog in front of him.

She couldn't believe it anymore, and the situation she remembered in her head changed direction at this moment.

With the rush of Chasing Ye Ling, the sound of wind, cries, shouts, and the shocking sound entered the eardrums here.

Her sword-holding charge seemed to break through the fog, and what appeared in front of her was another scene.

Wherever the eyes of Chasing Ye Ling were, corpses were strewn all over the field, blood flowed like rivers, thousands of people were fighting in that piece of land, and the closest relatives and trustworthy people didn't know each other anymore, and they all regarded each other as the target of fighting to vent their anger.

In the air, there was a charming fragrance. In such a big fight scene, the blood stained the ground, but there was no smell of blood, but a delicate fragrance. The fragrance made people's mind quiet and controlled their will.

Chasing Ye Ling's hands trembled slightly, and suddenly a cloud of fog hit her quickly, and she dodged subconsciously. hit her on the forehead.

It didn't hurt, it didn't itch, it was like a puddle of mist hit her forehead, it was cool, and it made her feel very comfortable, and her mind was extremely clear for a while.

Suddenly, Zhu Yeling closed his eyes and opened them again, what he saw before him changed to the scene seven years ago.

The entire Zhuyun Villa was filled with gunpowder smoke, sparks splashed, whimpering, mourning, and endless fighting.

Chasing the wild spirit suddenly felt a sudden burst of emotion, and she took two steps back. Then, a scene appeared in front of her, and her head hurt like being torn apart...

How come, how come?
Illusions are just illusions.

"Illusion! It must be an illusion!" Zhuye Ling said in a low voice, his sharp eyes fixed on the burning red Zhuyun Villa, and remained motionless.

The fire burned even more vigorously in the blood-red eyes, and sparks seemed to burst out of the eyes...

He clenched his fists fiercely, inserted his nails into his flesh, pursed his lips, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth...

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, fantasies are all fantasies, I keep telling myself in my heart...

Although she is cold and ruthless, she is a murderous killer, but there is also a soft place in her heart, and there is also a forbidden place that makes her afraid...

(End of this chapter)