Who is fighting

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Every move of everyone who enters the basin to try to crack it falls into the eyes of countless spectators. .And due to the existence of super new generation geniuses such as Tuoba Minghua and Murong Feifei, people's attention is mostly focused on them.

Rare opportunity.

Normally, who would dare to stare at them so intently?With the cold, arrogant and bright personality of the saintess of the Holy Religion, I am afraid that she will explode immediately and goug out the eyeballs of those who are watching.

Compared with Mr. Longma's gentleness and elegance, Murong Feifei is notoriously a snow beauty, hard to get close to.

It's true, but any woman with a title like "Saint" is always so arrogant that people respect her at a distance.It seems that this is not the case, and it cannot show the meaning of "sacred".Beauty is beauty, but it lacks a sense of humanity.

puff!

Sitting on the fifth floor, a middle-aged man in an apricot-yellow shirt suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his figure retreated quickly, and he didn't stand still until he retreated to the mountain.

Another loser.

"It's Zhang Yan'an, the Hengming swordsman!"

The crowd was agitated.

This piece of Yan'an is a veteran Qi Dao ninth-level martial artist. He has stayed at the peak of Qi Dao for nearly ten years, but he has never been able to go any further and become a Martial King.So I went to the White Head Secret Realm, hoping to break through the restriction, gain enlightenment, and spy on the dawn of promotion.

For seven full months, he is the warrior who has persisted the longest in the basin.

Persisting for a long time but still struggling to make progress, exhausting all the mental power, failure is already doomed.

After adjusting his breath a bit to calm down the churning of Qi and blood, Zhang Yan'an looked tired, but there was also a hint of joy revealed, and he should have gained something in the process of cracking.

Failure does not mean despair.

Soon, he left Baishou Mountain.

Those who paid close attention found that there were several ghostly shadows following Zhang Yan'an, sneaking around.

That was Zhang Yanan's enemy, who wanted to sneak in.

People with ulterior motives are not uncommon.

Among the bustling crowd, Mo Xiongyu looked away from Yang Shuanglan and stared at Liang Qiufeng below, feeling a little strange in his heart.

Tie Zhong said that Elder Du, the Supreme Elder of Tianbao Commercial Firm, admired Liang Qiufeng very much and wanted to accept him as his apprentice.Mo Xiongyu has no doubts about this point, what is unusual is: According to the general situation, shouldn't Liang Qiufeng leave with Tie Zhong at the first time?

Why did you suddenly end up trying to break the restriction?

Elder Nadu, the pinnacle of the Martial King, has a great reputation and is a terrifying existence.Being able to worship under the door of such a person is simply a great piece of shit luck. If it was someone else, he would have rushed over early, so why would he stay outside, with long nights and dreams?

It seems that this child is very calm.

installed?

Mo Xiongyu never thought that Liang Qiufeng would reject Tianbao, how could it be possible, it is simply unimaginable.

He wondered what Liang Qiufeng wanted to do in his heart, and at the same time wanted to observe carefully, what was so special about Liang Qiufeng that he could catch Elder Du's eyes.

But the sword that Liang Qiufeng used earlier was indeed unique.Thinking about it now, isn't there something in common between Zhengqi and Elder Du's famous swordsmanship?

Elder Du is aloof, he is not someone Mo Xiongyu can get acquainted with, let alone fight against.However, Elder Du became famous in the way of swordsmanship, using the sword as a brush, drawing a silver hook on iron, and his true meaning lasts forever, but many warriors have heard of it.

Liang Qiufeng's "Horizontal Sword Style" belongs to the "Yongzi Eight Swords", to a certain extent, it is indeed somewhat similar to Elder Du's kendo.

After thinking this through, Mo Xiongyu became even more convinced that it was impossible for Tie Zhong to pretend to be a tiger and use Elder Du to suppress others.

It is certain that Liang Qiufeng will soon become Elder Du's direct disciple.

"Since this is the case, I have to give face. Looking at the relationship between Liang Qiufeng and Yang Shuanglan, they are also somewhat close. I'm afraid it will be difficult to start."

Although Mo Xiongyu is lecherous, he is by no means to the point where he has a sperm on his head, knowing the importance of advance and retreat.

"Forget it, although Yang Shuanglan is proud of her looks and is a peerless beauty, there is no need to offend Liang Qiufeng because of this, so forget it."

No longer monitoring Yang Shuanglan, focus on Liang Qiufeng to see how far he can go in the basin.

Reluctantly waiting, time passed, Liang Qiufeng remained motionless, like an old monk in meditation, without any movement.

This means that he has not obtained any tricks to break the ban.

Mo Xiongyu was quite disappointed, but after thinking about it, he felt relieved again.

The prohibition method of the White Head Secret Realm is extremely mysterious, and it cannot be deciphered by strength and talent. It also needs to pay attention to many factors, which is very difficult to explain.

It's not surprising that Liang Qiufeng couldn't lift the restraint.

Mo Xiongyu felt dispirited, and remembered that the sect had other affairs, so he stopped waiting and left Baishou Mountain.

"Miss, Mo Xiongyu is gone!"

A servant who was paying close attention to the movement reported in surprise.

Yang Shuanglan was also overjoyed.

In other words, being stared at by Mo Xiongyu all the time, like a glow on his back, is very uncomfortable.Now that the other party left, it was like throwing away the boulder that weighed on his heart, and he felt relaxed.

But she was worried that Mo Xiong would be deceitful, so she shot a feint, and ordered two clever men to follow him to have a look.

An hour later, his subordinates came back and reported that Mo Xiongyu had indeed left and returned to Chiyangzong.

"Miss, you can't stay here for long, let's go now."

Yang Shuanglan looked at Liang Qiufeng below, and fell silent.

The subordinates persuaded again: "Miss, let's go quickly, if you are late, you will change, and it is too late to regret."

Yang Shuanglan sighed: "Let's go."

It's not that she didn't want to say goodbye to Liang Qiufeng, it's just that one of them was on top and the other was on the bottom, and the voices were noisy.Liang Qiufeng was meditating again with his eyes closed, unable to listen at all.

"Brother Liang, let's say goodbye here. I hope we can meet again in Huaizuo Mansion in a short time."

I said something silently in my heart, and hurriedly left with my servants, and set off to return to the Tang Dynasty.

There are huge crowds of people, people leave and others stay, who cares?

Even Su Xingping's subordinates were engrossed in watching their young master's performance and had no time to pay attention.

Su Xingping, who was in the third stage of the basin, suddenly stood up again, and seemed to have signs of cracking again.

There were already many spectators paying attention to him before, and when they saw this, they were in an uproar and became excited.If Su Xingping could go one step further, it would be a blockbuster performance.

In one day, he broke through the third level in a row, and his grades caught up with the geniuses such as Mr. Longma.

Su Xingping's movements were a little slow, as if there were countless fetters in the air, making it difficult for him to stretch out easily.

There are nine stages in the basin, and the distance between each stage is not equal, but there are also rules to follow.That is, the further you are on the outer layer, the shorter the distance; the further you go in, the longer the distance.

Among them, the distance between the first floor and the second floor is about ten feet, but the distance between the second floor and the third floor is more than two feet, almost doubled.

Su Xingping took the first step, and then the second step...

But just as he took the fifth step and was three feet away from the third stage, his facial expression suddenly changed, and his facial features seemed to be distorted, becoming very strange.

"No, I made a wrong move, this is not a wrong step..."

"With one careless move, the whole game is lost."

"No, I'm not reconciled, I want to start over..."

Muttering to himself, his eyes became flustered and blurred: "But where should I write this white letter?"

"'Long' doesn't work, the front position is stuck...'Stand' doesn't work either, the space is too cramped, it's tantamount to cutting yourself off..."

"What about the 'point'...and 'block'?"

The series of words, helplessly, the more I calculated, the more confused I felt, and I found that this hand, front, back, left, and right, no matter how I go, it is a dead end.

"A dead end is a dead end. It shouldn't be like this. I've already figured it out..."

To break the forbidden chess game, for each game, one must first calculate one by one in advance, how to take the first step, how to take the second step, including how the opponent will respond, etc.

Originally, Su Xingping had already deduced the number 11 move, and every move was clear and leak-free.However, when he officially started to implement it, he only fell to the fifth hand, and the situation changed unpredictably.As for what exactly changed, I have no clue.

People are addicted to it, and there are black and white chess pieces criss-crossing in front of them, which makes the mind sink deeply and it is difficult to extricate themselves.

"Wow!"

At this time, countless spectators saw that all the seven orifices of Su Xingping standing there were bleeding, flowing into bright red lines, but Su Xingping didn't realize it.

"My lord, get out!"

Feeling the crisis, his servants didn't care about anything, and opened their throats and shouted.

However, Su Xingping remained unresponsive.

"By the way, my white boy 'Xiao Fei' in the lower right corner can disconnect Heizi's big dragon... Oh, it doesn't work. If you lose the upper hand, you will not have enough material to rob, and you will be surrounded and killed by Heizi..."

"White is dead, I should choose black..."

boom!

There was a sudden crisp sound, it turned out that a jade pendant hanging from Su Xingping's waist actually sparked a white light and enveloped it.

Guanghua now, black and white, the chess game immediately disappears invisible.

Su Xingping woke up suddenly, terrified in his heart.Only then did he feel the pain of bleeding from his seven orifices, and the discomfort of his internal organs being on fire.

Whoosh!

Gathering up the last strength, the person bounced towards the outside of the basin.

There was a thud, but the strength was biased, the energy and blood in the meridians were disturbed, and he lost control, directly smashing into the mound of the mountain, in a state of embarrassment.

For a martial artist in the middle of the airway, he couldn't even complete the most basic movements at this time, which shows how serious the backlash he suffered.

If Su Xingping saw the opportunity quickly and quit immediately, at most he would suffer some mental damage, and he could just rest for a few days.But he was obsessed with the chess game, almost crazy, unable to extricate himself, and he was able to save his life, thanks to the timely use of a consumable jade pendant that he carried with him.

The light dissipated, the jade pendant fell off, fell to the ground, and turned into powder.

Young Master Yinyue, who survived the catastrophe, was lying on the ground, breathing heavily, recalling what had happened with lingering fear, and suddenly came to his senses:

"The chess game, the chess game with the third level of restriction is alive..." (To be continued.)