There are tens of millions of Dharma bodies, and you call this entry-level?

what's the situation?

The four people looked at each other, becoming more and more frightened as they listened.

Four flying swords are suspended above the head. If they are disobedient or run away, they will most likely fall down.

In front of this so-called guide, low-level disciples like Nie Wushuang are just consumables. It seems that he does not regard himself and others as the same kind. In order to play chess with the opposite sword demon, he actually uses the prison disciples as pawns.

How is this different from the sword demon opposite?

Devil!

Everyone is like a devil!

"I need you to do a favor. As a chess piece, go down to the chessboard and accept the chess game test with the sword slave on the opposite side. Whoever breaks the chess game first will win. In this way, he will occupy a grid..."

"If you can't pass the test, naturally everything will be over!"

Taoist Calabash said impatiently.

"You can't even pass the test of the chessboard. Going to the endless void is a death. There is no need at all!"

"If you pass the test, I will give you a wisp of heavenly energy. This energy has become pure after polishing. If it is blended with the natal flying sword, it will save at least thirty years..."

Sitting cross-legged on the gourd, he stared at the four people below.

"I've finished speaking. Who among you comes first?"

"I'll go first!"

Nie Wushuang said.

He turned around and stopped the other three.

"Don't worry, I have no problem. Brother Jian and sister-in-law, I didn't cause you any trouble when we went south..."

He looked at Su Yujin again.

"Junior sister, you still remember that I was the one who led you out of the secret realm. Don't worry about me taking care of things..."

"you?"

Taoist Calabash stared at Nie Wushuang and shook his head.

"You can't do it!"

"Yeah, I'm the worst, so I'll give them a try first!"

Nie Wushuang said with a smile, no fear on his face.

"Fine!"

"There are still four squares on our side and twelve squares on the opposite side. Anyway, I rely on the four of you. If we lose..."

Taoist Calabash smiled.

"The one who loses will be your life. You have to take care of it yourself, right?"

His expression was calm and relaxed.

It seems that he really doesn't take other people's lives seriously.

"The chessboard is ever-changing, and even we chess players cannot control it. When you enter the chess game, you can only rely on yourself. You must lock your soul and never lose your will. If you forget who you are and who entered the chessboard, Purpose……"

Master Hulu sighed.

"The chess piece used by the guy opposite is his sword slave. This kind of person has a weak character. In a way, you are better than him. The only problem is that these people have ruthless characters and are not easily affected by the chessboard. They may Gain the upper hand..."

Speaking of this, a voice came from the other side.

"Junior brother, are you okay?"

"You're still as verbose as before! When it comes to playing shogi, you can do it if you can, or if you can't, you can't. You used to be a bad chess player. You always lost and cried every time you played chess with me. Now, you still haven't made any progress! "

"No wonder he was kicked out of the Sword Pavilion and exiled here!"

The sword demon laughed.

"shut up!"

Taoist Calabash shouted in that direction.

He glanced at Nie Wushuang with disgust.

"Why am I telling you so much? You won't be able to remember it after entering the chess game. Just go ahead..."

After that, he waved his hand.

Nie Wushuang turned his head, smiled and waved to the three worried people, and walked to the chessboard with a cool expression.

Opposite the black chess piece stood a man in black.

He is in his thirties and looks exactly like the sword demon suspended in mid-air. It seems that this one has trained all the sword slaves to look like him.

Dharma clone?

Not like it!

If the strength of Sword Slave exceeds that of Master Disha, Taoist Calabash should not sit idly by.

"start!"

With this shout.

A dice fell from the sky and landed on the chessboard.

Suddenly, a green light rose up, rolled up, and threw Nie Wushuang and the sword slave opposite into the chessboard.

…

Opening his eyes, gray light fell from the tiles above his head and floated in front of his eyes.

This is?

"It's too much to bully someone! Not only did he hurt someone, but three days later, he had to go on stage to fight with his disciples in a sword fight in front of everyone in the city. Yuquan Sword Sect, it's too much to bully someone!"

Outside the house, there was an angry roar.

"Dad, please keep your voice down. If the child wakes up and hears it..."

A woman is persuading.

"ah!"

The man roared angrily.

"It's all my fault. I failed to live up to my expectations. I couldn't stand up for my children, and I couldn't stop the sword fight three days later. The city lord has given the order, and we can't disobey it! Once we disobey, the Shifang Sword Sect will disappear. !”

What's going on?

What am I?

Nie Wushuang frowned.

Some images come to mind.

That was the memory of a young man who lived for more than 20 years. He had a childhood sweetheart who was a swordsman since he was a child. They grew up together. When he became an adult, his girlfriend suddenly betrayed him and wanted to marry the young master of the Yuquan Sword Sect in the city.

If you are not angry, you will come to your door.

But he was injured by the worshiper of Yuquan Sword Sect.

I heard that in three days, he will go to the life-and-death sword fighting stage to have a life-or-death showdown with the young sect leader.

The picture flashed quickly in my mind, lifelike!

Lifelike?

Strange, why do I say this?

After a while, someone came in, a man and a woman, in their forties. The man's temples were already covered in white frost.

"Child, are you awake?"

Seeing Nie Wushuang open his eyes, the two were very happy.

"Are you hungry? Do you want to eat? Mom will make it for you."

The kind-looking middle-aged woman said gently.

"No need..."

Nie Wushuang shook his head.

A line of words floated above the man's head: The head of the Shifang Sword Sect, Nie Tianxiang (Nie Feng's father)

There was also a line of words above the woman's head: Madam Nie (Nie Feng's mother)

Nie Feng?

My name is Nie Feng?

"Dad, Mom, I want to take a break..."

Nie Wushuang said.

"Yeah, okay!"

The two nodded hurriedly and retreated.

After they left, after a while, Nie Wushuang struggled to get off the bed, came to a bronze mirror, and looked at himself in the mirror.

He looked like he was in his early twenties, with long hair and handsome looks.

Deja vu!

Deja vu?

Why did I say that.

In silence, the shadow in the bronze mirror suddenly grinned, which scared Nie Wushuang, and he took two steps back.

He sat down on the couch.

In the bronze mirror, the shadow flickered, and the face was also changing, from a young man in his twenties to a plain-looking boy of seventeen.

The boy is always seventeen!

This?

In doubt, the boy suddenly walked out of the bronze mirror, rushed towards him, and suddenly pounced into the shadow under his feet and disappeared.

Nie Wushuang did not exclaim.

This scene was so strange, but he felt it was natural.

He stared at himself in the bronze mirror. In the mirror, the reflection was still there, staring at him outside the mirror expressionlessly.

They looked at each other.

Interesting!

Nie Wushuang raised the corner of his mouth and laughed.