Sheng Fu

Chapter 405 Chess game chaos, blood and battle
The Wangfu is solemn and forbidding, like a palace of the underworld.

In the living room, the tables and chairs are mainly decorated with silver and black. The prince with different pupils is in a high position, playing with a teacup made of carved skulls. Judging from the texture of the teacup, it seems to be made of bones of fierce beasts.

Gu Cheng's complexion was slightly sluggish, the yin energy here is too heavy, making people with a peaceful mind always feel uncomfortable.

Yu Wenjun glanced at the teacup. He carved a human head and skull with the bones of a beast, with a depression of more than two inches in the center. Although the tea is hot, it always feels a bit cold to drink.

Ling and Wang said with a playful smile: "The two of you came to visit in person, and I was not well prepared at the moment, please forgive me."

Yu Wenjun smiled softly and said: "After breakfast, I was a little idle physically and mentally, so I came here, I disturbed you, I hope I don't mind."

Ling and Wang's pupils were one blue and one purple, with an ancient light, staring carefully, as if facing an abyss.

She pursed her lips and said with a smile: "It was a little sudden. I don't know what kind of thoughts His Highness came to me."

Yu Wenjun responded calmly: "In the future, we are destined to have a lot of dealings. Although we have seen each other for a long time, we have never been here before. The prince should just go through the motions."

After Linghe Wang heard about it, their different pupils rippled, and they said kindly, "Your Highness really knows how to talk."

"Why don't you just stay here and talk with me for a while?"

Ji Caiyin lost in the past, which caused quite a stir among the dignitaries in Lingdu.

King Linghe was also quite curious about His Royal Highness Dragon Clan's chess ability. He had thought about this for a long time, but he failed to meet a suitable opportunity.

Yu Wenjun smiled knowingly: "Is there a bet blessing?"

Ling and Wang Qingrou put down the tea cups in their hands, and said with a half-smile: "I don't know what kind of bet Your Highness wants?"

Yu Wenjun said bluntly: "There has been communication between the two clans. Naturally, I hope to use His Highness's hand to seek dividends for the Hengchang Sect. Speaking of which, the relationship between you and me is also aboveboard."

Ling and Wang frowned slightly, and said with a strange smile: "I don't know what will happen if His Highness loses?"

Yu Wenjun said calmly: "Since you have always wanted to know something, I will let you know."

Hearing this, Gu Cheng was startled, and secretly said: "Nonsense, although I don't like this bastard, but his chess strength is definitely not comparable to Jicaiyin's."

Yu Wenjun replied secretly: "It's okay, I'm the one who talked with the world's number one demon king."

Gu Cheng's expression on his face showed that he had nothing to say, so he had to let Yu Wenjun do whatever he wanted, hoping that he would win.

Ling and Wang raised their hands slightly, and the chessboard fell from the sky and landed on the table.

This time, Yu Wenjun holds the white pieces, and Linghe Wang holds the black pieces.

Ling and Wang said softly: "Your Majesty is welcome as you please, Your Highness will invite you first."

Yu Wenjun dropped a son at will, Ling and Wang laughed and said nothing.

Inadvertently, the two each dropped five pieces, and there was already a turbulent situation on the chessboard.

The following one after another, are all deduction calculations with exhaustive calculations.

Gu Cheng watched quietly from the side, at first he could see the direction of the wind, but gradually, Gu Cheng felt his eyelids heavy, this game of chess was too dazzling.

Soon after, every time Yu Wenjun dropped a son, he had to think about the little half stick of incense.

Ling and Wang Silu are slightly shorter than Yu Wenjun.

Like two riders catching each other and fighting each other, every move is too much thought, and it is fleeting.

Gu Cheng simply walked out of the house, and didn't bother to read it much, anyway, he couldn't understand it, but he knew that in this round of hand-talking, the winner would be determined by nightfall, and the winner would be determined by dawn if it was slow.

In the living room, there is no sound in the sea of ​​tranquility, and the voice of the heart is surging.

The mountain of chaotic souls.

In a land of blood and chaos, wild cultivators and so on, there are countless desperadoes.

It is the first choice for many youngsters of the Spirit Race to practice. However, in fact, most of the sons with prominent backgrounds do not have the courage to come here.

The mountains stretched and fluctuated, and in any small mountain, there might be a killing god dormant.

The mountains and fields are criss-crossed, with chaotic waves, and suddenly feel magnificent.

Bei Hanmeng, Lin Qingyu, and Jing Peiyao stood side by side on the cliff.

In a secluded mountain path, walking a middle-aged man in a red gown, his appearance is feminine, his skin is rotten, and he wears two knives at his waist.

He was about thirty years old, and between looking around, he was filled with hostility.

Bei Hanmeng said softly: "In the Spirit Race, no matter who commits a serious crime, as long as he has the ability to settle down in the Mountain of Chaos Souls, it is equivalent to offsetting the crime."

"In the early years, I wanted to clear the mountain of chaotic souls, but due to various reasons, I couldn't do it."

Jing Peiyao thought about it: "Once the Mountain of Chaotic Souls is cleared, many lawless people with good cultivation will flock to the wilderness of the Spirit Race. Instead, it will be more conducive to the safety of the country to gather them here."

"The bad guys in the world get together and fight each other?"

"If a unicorn talent emerges from among the bad guys, you can recruit them secretly."

Beihan Meng said softly: "Yu Wenjun told you, or you guessed it yourself."

Lin Qingyu was also quietly waiting for Jing Peiyao's answer.

As women, a woman will feel admiration or jealousy when she sees another outstanding woman.

Lin Qingyu is more curious about Jing Peiyao. She has heard about the name of Fuyao Empress. The young girl in front of her has the blessing of Ziwei Zhenyuan in her body. When she thinks about it deeply, Lin Qingyu is really jealous of Jing Peiyao , Of course, this subtle thought is unknown to outsiders.

Jing Peiyao lowered her head and smiled slightly: "It's so obvious, do we still need to deliberate?"

Bei Hanmeng smiled and said, "You are really smart."

"The man in red, named Feng Gang, was born in a poor family. He was oppressed by the rich and powerful in his early years, and his family was ruined.

"On the way of wandering, I paid homage to a master of evil ways, and he had a high understanding of the journey of cultivation. It took only ten years to reach Chengsheng. Later, the master of evil ways was besieged by his enemies. Enter the Yellow Court."

"After his master died, he hid in XZ and practiced silently."

"Five years later, he achieved great success with a blood knife, killed a general seed brother forcefully, and stepped into the big yellow court."

"So far, I have lived a life of lawlessness."

"There was a period of time when the murderous intention was so serious that he slaughtered the villages when he passed by, and even committed the crime of massacring a city in a small border town."

"After the army was sent to encircle and suppress, Feng Gang fought fiercely while hiding, and stepped into the field of breaking poles."

"Then it disappeared from the eyes of the spy."

"Later, I learned that he secretly defiled the jewels in the palm of many powerful families, and murder and robbery often happened."

"Unfortunately, I hated the powerful and powerful, and killed all officials, regardless of whether they were evil or honest."

"Later, I personally sent five members of the One Night Sect to arrest him, but the number of this person was still high, and he managed to enter the Mountain of Chaos Souls. He didn't know how to confuse the mountain owner, and he settled down here. The One Night Sect also It’s not good to act in the open.”

Jing Peiyao asked softly: "This person's methods are so vicious, and he can still survive till now. Is there no noble person in the court to protect him?"

Bei Hanmeng said: "I don't know about this matter yet, but if this person goes further, it will definitely be a disaster."

"He is currently in the late stage of breaking poles, and his two knives are vicious, so remember to be careful."

Jing Peiyao nodded slightly, then took a step forward, and landed in the mountain path in an instant, blocking Feng Gang's way impartially.

The corners of Feng Gang's eyes were slightly red, and the surrounding wind was blowing, and the vegetation was rustling.

"She's a nice little girl." Feng Gang sticks out his tongue slightly, his eyes are very ferocious and sick.

The long black dress, enveloping a graceful figure, is a stunning beauty in the world, but also serious, this is more beautiful than all the women Feng Gang has ever seen.

Jing Peiyao showed the snow, and the cold air suddenly rose. Within ten feet, a thick layer of ice formed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the chill was about to rise to the sky.

Seeing this, Feng Gang was immediately full of fighting spirit.

Holding the blood-red double knives in hand, he kicked forward and rushed forward. The two knives fell in unison, and the blood wind roared, with tremendous force.

Jing Peiyao lowered her waist slightly, held up Liuxue, and shook the saber forcefully.

Bang!
The ice layer under Jing Peiyao's feet exploded in an instant, and the ice shards shot all over the field.

Retreating in an instant, Feng Gang came with a horizontal slash, the blade intent was heavy and vicious, and the wind of the blade was accompanied by strong poison. In terms of breaking the pole alone, there are few opponents in Feng Gang's same level who can beat the front.

Jing Peiyao shook out a sword flower, freezing his fortitude, and then stabbed out with a sword, the sword energy blasted through the mountains and rivers.

Feng Gang's smile grew stronger, and he casually slashed down with his sword, the sword energy split into two in an instant.

"There are many self-righteous people in the world, and so are you!" Feng Gang joked.

Jing Peiyao's heart was like still water, and she slanted her sword upwards, once again freezing Feng Gang's vigor.

Then, he raised the snow with one hand to form a sword field, completely covering the space with a radius of one hundred feet.

In the sword realm, the sword qi clanged, and Jing Peiyao's power soared upwards.

But she didn't use the sword, but inserted the drifting snow into the ice layer, and heavy snow fell in the sword field, and winter came.

Feng Gang was slightly stunned and said: "That's right, you are very impressive, you are the most spiritual woman I have ever seen."

Jing Peiyao knew very well that the combat strength of this red-clothed man was comparable to that of an ordinary Guiyuan strongman, so she did not dare to be careless.

The jade hand formed a seal quickly, and three black holes appeared in front of him.

In the black hole, the black mist surged, giving birth to a golden sword light.

boom!
Three sword lights shot away, splitting the void and shattering everything.

Feng Gang suddenly lost his mind. He thought he was a self-righteous person, how could he imagine such a skill.

Wielding the double knives vigorously, a bloody tornado spawned mightily, shaking three sword lights.

Loudly!
In the sword field, a bright wave of true energy bursts out, like the fireworks of the prosperous age.

Jing Peiyao jumped up lightly, holding the flowing snow in the ice instantly in her hands, condescending, and slashed down with a vertical sword, the sword intent was pure and cold, like the first snowflakes falling on the earth in early winter.

Feng Gang set up a pair of knives to block, there was a loud bang, and the snow fell down, Feng Gang suddenly felt a numbness in his arms.

The blood knife was covered with a layer of faint silver light, which had the potential to melt ice and snow.

Feng Gang grinned ferociously and said, "You are indeed very strong, but that's all."

Frantically exerting his strength, he pushed upwards, a huge force gushed out, Jing Peiyao took advantage of it to fly into the air, Feng Gang stepped out to reach the sky above Jing Peiyao, the pair of knives descended sharply, intending to chop Jing Peiyao in half.

Whoosh!
Jing Peiyao's figure disappeared into the air in an instant, and Feng Gang missed with a single blow.

On the ice layer, Jing Peiyao's face was slightly pale, and she had already consumed a lot of real energy in such a fight.

Feng Gang's fighting spirit became more and more high-spirited, and he bullied the front again, one knife after another, like waves superimposed, endless.

Jing Peiyao evolved into a black hole, completely offsetting Feng Gang's saber force.

With a strong breath, he swung his sword.

The sword is majestic and magnificent, and the sword energy sweeps across the world.

Feng Gang's face changed suddenly, and he set up his double swords to block again. There was a loud bang, and under the impact, Feng Gang retreated steadily.

Jing Peiyao's aura surged up, and she slashed down with a vertical sword. The sword aura seemed to cut the whole world apart. In the sword light, purple aura surged, overwhelming the mountains and rivers.

Feng Gang was shocked and exclaimed: "It turned out to be Ziwei Zhenyuan, who are you?"

Jing Peiyao didn't respond, her face was still slightly pale.

Feng Gang mobilized all his true energy in a blocking posture, and a round of blood-colored body-protecting qi emerged from the periphery of his body.

boom!
The Gang Qi was torn apart and shattered.

Feng Gang survived the bloodbath, his fighting spirit was violent, and his eyes were blood red.

Wielding a pair of knives, the saber intent crazily sweeps the general situation here, trying to tear the sky apart.

Jing Peiyao stabbed out with a sword, the sword was clear and pure, and the sword was like an eternally burning oven.

The saber intent and sword energy stimulate each other, evolving into graceful avenue runes, each rune can break mountains and rocks, and attack cities and villages.

Feng Gang stared at Jing Peiyao, grinned and said, "If you can force me into such a situation, this life is not in vain."

Jing Peiyao's breathing became disordered, and the essence in her body had already bottomed out.

In the distance, Lin Qingyu, who was watching the battle, said with trepidation: "Why don't you stop it? Although Peiyao has the blessing of Ziwei's true energy, her cultivation is still weak, and she can't push the Ziwei's true energy to the extreme."

"Furthermore, Feng Gang is not weak at all. It is said that he has killed three Guiyuan strong men in the Mountain of Chaos Soul."

Bei Hanmeng wavered, and thought for a while: "Wait and see what happens, if something happens, I'll just clean up the mess."

Lin Qingyu nodded calmly.

Feng Gang's steps were like arrows, and the two knives suddenly fell on the top of Jing Peiyao's head.

"It's a pity that you have no real energy to mobilize. A person like you can only die!" Feng Gang regretted.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
Like the sound of drums, like the beating of a heart, like a crack in the sky.

A grand trend spread around Jing Peiyao.

Feng Gang's saber movement suddenly slowed down, he suddenly felt that his blood was blocked and his throat felt sweet.

Jing Peiyao's eyes were as bright as black gemstones, her complexion glowed in an instant, and her energy gathered into a blade. It was as if a series of scorching suns were attached to the purple rainbow sword energy, illuminating the glorious world.

The blood knife in Feng Gang's hand slowly disintegrated at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if he was imprisoned, and all movements were as slow as a snail in Jing Peiyao's eyes.

The female emperor's descendant got up and stabbed Feng Gang with a straight sword. The latter struggled violently. No matter how he gathered his true energy, it was useless. The true energy in his body seemed to be worshiping and prostrate to the woman in front of him.

Ziwei's true essence is overwhelming the world.

puff!
A sword pierced Feng Gang's chest, and the red clothes slowly dissipated, and the whole person was turned into nothingness by the Ziwei sword.

From the beginning to the end, Jing Peiyao didn't panic in the slightest, she was always accumulating sword power, breaking through the dead zone, everything was moving forward in her heart.

Turning his head slightly, looking in the direction of Beihanmeng, he said softly, "There is no danger."

Bei Hanmeng glanced at Lin Qingyu complacently, and said with a little emotion: "It's inconvenient for me to take action against Yu Wenjun, but my wife can beat him in a fight, and it can be regarded as an insult for me. "

Women always hold grudges, some things must not be forgotten.

Lin Qingyu exclaimed: "As expected of Ziwei Zhenyuan, even if I meet Feng Gang, I guess I will be at a disadvantage."

Jing Peiyao stepped forward, surrounded by purple air, came to the two of them, took their arms, and said with a soft smile, "Thank you very much, I have learned a lot from breaking through this time."

Bei Hanmeng stretched out her jade hand and scratched Jing Peiyao's nose, and said with a light smile, "After returning to Hengchangzong, remember to compete with your husband..."

(End of this chapter)