With the 64th move of the White Chess, Masaki Wugong finally rushed into the universe constructed by Ji Xiuwen with the momentum of becoming a leader without success. He then tried his best to find the other party's weak links, thus hollowing out this magical work of art.

"Mr. Wugong, please don't be surprised because things go against your wishes, because this universe is much bigger than you."

When Ji Xiuwen faced the white chess like a divine weapon from the sky, he not only responded freely, but also smiled, and he was leisurely at the same time and said this very heart-wrenching sentence.

When Wugong Masaki heard this, his heart sank, but at this time he was not as relaxed and freehand as Ji Xiuwen. Not only did he not have the energy to think about the counterattack in words, he even had no time to listen carefully to what the other party said.

At this time, Masaki Wugong completely immersed all his energy on the square chessboard. Because after entering the black chess formation, he immediately felt a kind of heroism and the subsequent infinite changes that seemed to be able to swallow the world.

The calculations of Masaki Wugong were accurate, and his sense of sensation of crisis was not unsatisfactory. Including the first seventy hands, the realm of the field was not unstoppable. At this time, the white chess occupying four corners were like four white horses tied with ropes, as if they were about to dismember the black chess from four directions.

But when Wugong Masaki really rushed in, he found that he was actually lost, as if he had broken into Zhuge Liang's Bagua Formation. He could not find the opportunity to empty the other party, or even find the exit?

At this time, the chess players watching the game also discovered that the white chess was attacking from all directions and invading the black chess in the Central Plains at the same time from four directions!

But after the black and white pieces fought each other, they found that as long as the white chess stepped into the forbidden area in the middle of the belly, it was like entering the fog, and the attacks from all sides were actually entangled.

The two fought in the middle formation for ten times, and each next step would make the spectator, especially Masaki Wugong, feel thrilling, because everyone knows that in this situation, both sides will lose all the game if they are not careful.

Logically speaking, it was difficult for Ji Xiuwen to grasp such a grand appearance. He should be dancing on the steel wire, with layers of sweat oozing out of his forehead.

But facing the fierce and fierce attack of Wugong Masaki, Ji Xiuwen's casual posture not only did not change, but there were not even a few drops of sweat on his forehead.

But every time he lost a son, Masaki Wugong felt even more frightened and his self-confidence also decreased by a little.

This reduction is not only due to the inferior momentum, but also because the calculation gap begins to appear.

After the two players reached eighty moves, Masaki Wugong was shocked to find that the white chess he had attacked were all ruthlessly strangled by Ji Xiuwen's strong chess, and the black chess's chess was naturally even thicker.

The Japanese chess players were secretly yelling that something was wrong, and Masaki Takemiya hurriedly planned a second stronger offensive.

But after the white chess entered the formation again, it seemed like they had encountered a black hole that could devour everything. Not only was it still unable to achieve success, but the black chess with a stronger chess momentum finally began to fight back.

At this time, Masaki Wugong was not only sweating on his forehead, but his shirt on his back was also soaked with sweat, because Ji Xiuwen's counterattack was like an angry tide in the sky, and once he launched an attack, he would not give him any chance to fight back.

Ji Xiuwen's first wave of offensive aimed at the two corners above the white chess. He saw that the black chess relied on the magnificent mid-belt plate, and once he was born, he swept upwards with the momentum of heaven and earth, as if he wanted to swallow all the white chess wherever he went.

The white chess of the Takemiya Masaki was prepared, but she still swayed left and right like a small boat that could not bear the blow of the raging tide.

After he realized it, he wanted to surround Wei and save Zhao, but at this time the white chess faced the black flames' midriff's belly could no longer be shaken.

This is the most embarrassing situation for Masaki Wugong, because the four corners are occupied not only cannot be combined and crossed, but also has signs of being defeated one by one.

"Since it's for you, I can get it back at any time!"

Ji Xiuwen didn't say this, otherwise Wugong Masaki's mentality would immediately collapse.

But now it's not much better. Japanese chess players were sweating for Masaki Wumura at this time. Everyone knew that this kind of battle was the test of their respective comprehensive chess power. However, Ji Xiuwen not only had a deeper calculation, but his strength in his hand tendons would be even more difficult to resist.

At this time, Masaki Wugong's white chess is not to mention attacking the black, but even self-protection is already starting to be difficult.

Wugong Masaki said that it was more than just a hard work. The white chess above him could not defeat Ji Xiuwen's attack and killing like a blocking sky and the sun. He was soon ruthlessly slaughtered by the black chess. He lost half of the real-time field in the beginning!

When the two reached 100 moves, not only the chess players from both countries, but even the fans on the scene could see that the defeat of the White chess was decided, and even when the White chess failed for the first time, it was already a big defeat.

The face of Wugong Masaki was already full of loneliness. After a while of weighing the pros and cons, he decided to abandon Baizi above and prepare to rely on the two big horns below to resist stubbornly.

Ji Xiuwen did not give him a chance to delay. A group of exquisite combinations of hand tendons that were ambushing in front of countless hands was completed in one go. He didn't even leave a chance to breathe for his opponent, and directly provoked the battle of the dragon that Masaki Wugong had to take on.

But this decisive battle is likely to have ended before it even began. At this time, the dark clouds in the middle of Ji Xiuwen's mid-belt management were everywhere. In the vast black formation, it was hard to see the way for White Chess to survive.

Wugong Masaki thought for a long time, and in order to save this inevitable defeat, he decided to enter the vast universe of black chess above for the third time.

This is to fight for the victory and defeat with the determination to burn the boat. If it can be successful, the White Chess will survive, and he still has the possibility of a comeback; but if the White Chess dies, he will encounter an unprecedented massacre!

At this time, Masaki Wugong actually saw that the white chess had a very hidden way of living, but the question was whether Ji Xiuwen could see this way of living?

Wugong Masaki felt that Ji Xiuwen hadn't seen it, and might even miss it, because he didn't care about the "wonderful hands" he had gained after he thought hard, but let himself open up this path of life.

Nie Weiping stretched his brows for the whole time and finally frowned, because he also felt that Ji Xiuwen had missed the calculation and did not block this only way to survive. If Martiala Wugong Zhengshu survived in the black chess belly, the game of chess would have variables.

"It's amazing, Wugong has a chance!"

Zhao Zhixun and Lin Haifeng naturally also saw the excellence. These two Japanese chess players who had been shutting up for a long time seemed to have come alive.

"Don't be greedy for victory!"

But just as the dawn reappeared in the eyes of Marugong Masaki, Ji Xiuwen's two white and slender fingers were like throwing a Buddhist sticker on the collapsed Five Finger Mountain. All the hopes of the White Chess were wiped out at this moment.

"How could it be? He actually discovered it long ago?"

When Wugong Masaki saw this dark spot cut off his life in one fell swoop, his eyes suddenly widened and his body couldn't help but tremble.

This sense of despair that finally saw hope and had even come to a close distance, but when he took the last step, he was ruthlessly crushed by someone gently stretching out a finger, finally gave him a urge to surge in his blood.

"No, why don't Wu Gong want it too?"

The Japanese chess player at the scene was even more panicked at this time as Masaki Muramiya, especially when he saw his body shaking, he looked like he was almost unable to sit still, so he immediately thought of the scenes of vomiting blood two days ago.

But they didn't know that Wu Jie did not use cards against Japanese chess players again today, so Takemiya Masaki's condition was really stimulated!

"Ahem!!"

Wugong Masaki coughed several times, and after a long time, he finally stabilized his shaky body.

But he then stared at the chessboard with reluctance for a while, then sighed and said slowly, "Sir, the chess power is like a ghost and a god. I have exhausted my energy and can no longer concentrate. There is no way to go in this game!"

Wugong Masaki was still unwilling to accept it. After saying that, he looked at the murderous black universe in his belly, which was as powerful as a magical black universe. He could only shake his head again, knowing in his heart that no matter how many times he rushed to the battlefield, he would be slaughtered in the end.

But when he picked up two white pieces and was about to admit defeat, Masaki Wugong couldn't help asking: "If I were to be black, how would the sir deal with it?"

"I can't even keep the horns when playing cosmic flow, and I can't even keep the horns when playing gutter flow, and I can't even get around the middle abdomen!" Ji Xiuwen's answer was very rude, but after thinking about it, he said, "Just take it first and then wash it!"

Wugong Masaki was stunned when he heard this and thought to himself that he just took it first and then washed it.

But he immediately understood what Ji Xiuwen meant, which actually implied that his chess power was not enough, not only did he fail to exert the true power of the cosmic flow, but even knew that the method of cracking could not be effective.

This answer is very heartbreaking when you think about it carefully, but Masaki Wugong will no longer be angry about it, because what Ji Xiuwen said is true. In fact, not only the way of Go is like this, but any competitive sports are the same. If the same tactics are possible, you can't use them.

"Skills are not as good as humans! Skills are not as good as humans!"

After Masaki Wugong gave up, he stood up and walked downstairs and shook his head while repeating this sentence.

"Be careful of the steps!"

When Kato saw Masao Takemiya Masao's spirit, he seemed to have something wrong with Masao Takemiya, and saw that the route he was walking down was very familiar. It was the route that Kio Kudo was frustrated yesterday. In desperation, he immediately shouted at Masao Takemiya.

But this shouting caused problems. Although Takemiya Masaki was a little dazed, he actually walked steadily, unlike Kudo Kio who was overly excited. There would naturally be no problems when he walked down these steps.
Chapter completed!