Invincible Sword Soul

Chapter 1035
The outcome has been decided, and Lynch won the second game with an absolute advantage.

There was thunderous applause all around, it was simply too exciting, those people who scolded Lynch for overreaching just now shut up collectively.

Li San was about to cry, losing one game, maybe it was a fluke, losing two games in a row, or in a different way, this is not normal.

"Why, don't you agree?"

Seeing Li San's appearance, Lynch asked mockingly.

Li San didn't speak and fell into silence. Yao Qian didn't dare to jump out and lowered his head.

"I almost forgot to tell you. I said that there is more than one way to break this chess game. If you don't believe me, we can play the next game without using the two chess moves just now."

When Lynch said these words, all around rolled their eyes.

When I said these words just now, all I got were ridicule, incomprehension, and abuse.

No one dares to refute what he said now, and the ghost knows if Lynch has other options.

Even if Li San didn't believe it, his heart had been crushed and he couldn't play chess anymore, because he didn't even have the courage to stand up, and he was terrified of being completely killed.

"Brother Lin, you don't really have other ways to crack it, do you?"

Li Xiao and Sun Zhong all gathered around, a little in disbelief, the two methods of deciphering are already against the sky, if there is one method, it is estimated that a large number of people will faint.

"Do you want to try?"

Lin Qi glanced at everyone playfully, even Pavilion Master Lingyun and the others showed eagerness, obviously wanting to know if there was really another way to crack it.

"Don't be so secretive, tell us quickly, is there any other way!"

Li Xiao couldn't bear it anymore, several people surrounded Lin Qi, and if he didn't tell them, he would never let him go.

Someone was restoring the chess game to its original state, or it was a dead game in the Zhenlong chess game. They all looked at Lin Qi alone, wanting to know what the other way would be.

Pushing Li San aside, Li Xiao sat down, planning to have a game with Lynch.

"Lynch, let's play the next game."

Li Xiao couldn't bear it for a long time, and wanted to fight Lynch. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he could learn more.

"No need, one child is enough!"

Lynch didn't intend to play with Li Xiao at all, he held a sunspot and suddenly landed in a narrow corner, no one would pay attention to this place, because this is a dead chess area.

But a strange thing happened, the sunspots fell, and the whole chess game changed into another pattern, which was no longer Zhenlong chess game.

"This……"

Countless people are dumbfounded. They study chess games that have been unsolvable for hundreds of years. In fact, they can be solved with one piece. In the two consecutive games just now, Lynch just deliberately mocked Sima Villa.

Only now did everyone understand Lynch's good intentions, he could break through it all at once, and even made such a big circle that the people from Sima Villa couldn't get down.

Li San hadn't left yet, when he saw Lynch cracking the chess game, he suddenly fell to the sky, spurted a mouthful of blood, and hanged himself to death.

He no longer has the face to live in this world. Thinking of those ridicules and sneers just now, Yao Qian bowed his head in shame.

Sima Feng couldn't stand anymore, his body swayed, his throat twitched, and he was almost angry, but fortunately he suppressed it in time.

Li Xiao had black hair all over his head, and he wanted to learn a few tricks from Lin Qi, but now he could solve the battle with one blow.

"I won't obey anyone, but you!"

Li Xiao was completely bruised by Lynch's blow, he stood up and gave Lynch a thumbs up.

Li San's body was carried away, and the game would continue. The arrogance of Sima Villa was completely suppressed because of Lynch's pawn.

Yao Qian was no longer arrogant, and looked at Lin Qi with fear.

"Lynch, in the third level, we compete in calligraphy. We don't write scriptures, but spell handwriting. Whoever has better handwriting will be the winner."

Sima Villa has brought shamelessness to the extreme, writing the scriptures, Lin Qi present is the originator, and they will naturally not touch it.

Instead, he compared spelling with Lynch. In the Seven Pagodas, Lynch wrote [-] words eloquently, but the font...

It's barely passable, but it's definitely not a master's handwriting, it's just an ordinary font.

After all, no one tries to figure out the font every day. No matter how good the writing is, it can't improve the cultivation, it can only improve the character.

Lynch's path is different from everyone else's. It is impossible to calm down and cultivate his body, because his mind has long been smooth.

"Shameless, despicable..."

There were bursts of cursing, and there was a sliver of respect for Sima Villa, but now it is gone.

The ugly face of Sima Villa today is completely rooted in Lingyun Pavilion. I am afraid that if people from Sima Villa come here in the future, they will not get the same treatment as today, and they may even be kicked out directly.

Facing the abuse from all around, Sima Feng remained expressionless, and if he dared to refute a sentence at this moment, countless saliva would soon drown him out.

Not because he is the owner of Sima Villa, nor because he is Emperor Wu, because they have gone too far today.

"Lynch, let's compete in calligraphy in the third level, whose handwriting is better, let's start!"

Yao Qian was not as arrogant as before, his tone was much more relaxed, and his expression was serious. If they lose one level, they will be in a desperate situation, lose four games, and die here.

Li San was a living example. He was so mad at Lynch that he could win or lose at once. He had to play two rounds, tortured step by step, and finally broke his heart and hanged himself to death.

"Since you are so shameless, I will accompany you to the end. Whoever has better calligraphy will be the winner. I am right."

Everyone agrees that Sima Villa is shameless, but when Lynch speaks out in front of tens of thousands of people, the effect will definitely be different.

Those warriors in all directions could only whisper that they dared not offend Sima Feng, Lin Qi was going to offend him to death!
He is already immortal, and Sima Villa has put in a lot of effort to kill him, but Lynch is still holding back, which makes him appear to be easy to bully.

"That's right, let's compete in calligraphy!"

Yao Qian glanced behind him, walked out again, took a deep breath, and put the fear behind him.

If you lose, you will die, so you might as well just give it a go.

"Ding Xiu, please advise!"

They were not too young, and Lynch even wondered if these people were disciples of Sima Village. It was such a coincidence that Sima Village had everyone who knew how to play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

"Please!"

Lynch still provided enough for etiquette. Ding Xiu had already started to grind two oversized tables.

Lin Qi was communicating with Chang'e. With the calligraphy of Tianyan Continent, it is not so easy to win against the opponent.

Moreover, the calligraphy of Tianyan Continent is too simple, there are no more changes, so I plan to use another way of writing.

Ding Xiu rolled up his sleeves, and a song "Reminiscence of Qingming" appeared, with more than 100 characters in it, written in a boxy style, with very correct fonts, it can definitely be said to be at the level of a master.

In Tianyan Continent, there is no strict division of fonts, only good-looking and bad-looking.

"Good calligraphy, perfect accent, absolutely no one in a million."

Yao Qian's confidence seems to have been activated. The words carved in the Seven Buddha Pagodas have been spread to the outside world, and those words have definitely spread to the Eighth Heaven.

Naturally, Lynch's font was also spread, which is very general.

The Lingyun Pavilion disciples who were watching from all directions also nodded their heads. This article, with this font, will definitely sell for a good price.

"Mr. Ding, your calligraphy has reached the point of perfection, which is really eye-opening."

Yao Qian boasted and flattered himself. Everyone knew that he was cheering himself up. If he lost this round, the possibility of a comeback was almost zero.

"Mr. Yao has won the prize."

Being praised by others, Ding Xiu is still very useful, at least in a radius of tens of thousands of miles, there are not many who want to surpass him in calligraphy, and Lynch is still a back.

Li Xiao is proficient in poetry and prose, and is absolutely extraordinary in calligraphy. When he saw Ding Xiu's words, he frowned.

"It's not good! If you compete with others, I believe Lynch can win, but when it comes to calligraphy, we have all seen Lynch's handwriting, so I really can't compliment you."

Luo Xiu was talking with Li Xiao and the others in a low voice with a worried expression.

"Let's take a look first, Lynch always catches the surprise every time, and maybe there's a back move."

Sun Zhong could see that Lynch must have his hole cards, otherwise he wouldn't be so calm.

Those who cared about Lynch looked worried, while those who didn't like Lynch were full of sarcasm.

"Lynch, it's your turn!"

Seeing Lin Qi's indifference, Yao Qian urged, something like calligraphy can't be achieved overnight, it can be practiced in a day, it is achieved through accumulation over time.

"Xiaoyu, we've known each other for so long, and I haven't given you anything serious yet. Today I'll give you a Mulan poem."

Lin Qi looked at Jiang Yu, who raised his head, a trace of mist appeared in his beautiful eyes, and nodded desperately. Numerous female disciples looked at the two of them enviously.

At the moment of life and death, you can still flirt, talk and laugh happily. This kind of character and concentration have surpassed countless people.

"Hmph, you're still flirting here when you're about to die. We'll see how you die later."

Yao Qian jumped out from time to time, although he lost the game of chess, but with calligraphy, he was [-]% sure to win the game.

"Every time you say that my death is imminent, I'm still alive and well, but you are the ones who are pissed off by me. I don't know if you can still laugh at the end of this round."

Lynch let out a sneer, and began to grind, preparing to write Mulan poems.

Li Xiao and the others surrounded Lynch. It was the first time they heard that there was such a Mulan poem. It should not be difficult to guess from the name. It was about women.

In addition, I told everyone in public just now that it was given to Jiang Yu, that is to say, there is no such poem in Tianyan Continent, and Lynch created it on the spot.

Picking up the pen, a line of words suddenly appeared on the white rice paper.

"Hahahahahaha, Mulan is a household weaving..."

The first line of text appeared, but the strange thing was that this was not the font that Lynch carved in the Seven Buddha Pagoda, but a completely new font that they didn't recognize.

Every stroke is like a silver hook of an iron pen. The tip of the pen penetrates deeply into the rice paper, but it cannot pierce the rice paper. It is simply wonderful.

"This... what font is this, why is it so rare..."

The Great Elder of Lingyun Pavilion staggered, almost fell from the sky, jumped up the mountain, stood in front of Lin Qi, read carefully, without any airs of the Great Elder.

(End of this chapter)