Hundreds of sword lights moved in unison and flew out at the same time, blocking Han Muye's head.

The sword light condensed into a line, and the swords intertwined, turning into a sword barrier.

Zhuge Lu's heavenly pressure hit the barrier and shattered into pieces.

Heavenly realm can be resisted.

Zhuge Lu was stunned for a moment, his eyes falling on the hundreds of long swords that had transformed into an array again.

"The sword, the sword array, there's something about it."

He narrowed his eyes, and sword intent emerged from his body.

Zhang Qi and the other three stepped back.

Zhuge Lu looked at Han Muye who was sitting upright on the chariot, and glanced at the sword box he was carrying.

Regardless of whether it is his true body or his avatar, Han Muye carries a sword box with his sword in it.

The Lingbao Wanhe Sword Box controlled by the main body can warm and maintain the sword, and has strong combat power. The clone carries the Dao Sword, and the Dao Sword and several other magic weapons are placed in the sword box.

"I know the Qingyou Realm." Zhuge Lu restrained his sword intent and said calmly: "That is the place where the inheritance of swordsmanship flourishes."

"With four hundred golden elixir sword cultivators to protect you, the family behind you will definitely be good."

"If you don't know the reputation of our Guangyuan Sword Sect, you can ask about it."

With a smile on his face, Zhuge Lu chuckled: "We are not swordsmen who dominate the world, we are mice."

Han Muye waved his hand, and the hundred swords above his head were instantly sheathed.

The four hundred sword cultivators he brought this time were all personally guided by him from cultivation to swordsmanship.

He has become extremely proficient in sword formation practice and Zhoutian formation practice.

With the power of the sword array, it can be surrounded and killed.

In the Qingyou Realm, these four hundred sword cultivators are Han Muye's true direct descendants.

Otherwise, he would not have brought them to the Immortal World.

Orders and prohibitions are followed, and actions are orderly.

Zhuge Lu's eyes flashed brightly, and he became more and more curious about Mr. Gu, who came from the Qingyou realm.

He moved and landed directly on the chariot, sitting cross-legged in front of Han Muye.

"Does Mr. Gu know how to play chess?"

"We still have a hundred thousand miles to go to Guangyuan Sword Sect, why don't we talk about it?"

Having said this, he waved his hand and placed a chessboard down, and the black and white chess pieces fell on both sides of the chessboard.

When I raised my hand, a black stone fell on the chessboard.

From the flying chariot to the falling of the pieces on the chessboard, Zhuge Lu's movements were as smooth as a flow.

"Haha, I'm a guest from afar. I'll go ahead. Master Gu, don't you object?"

As soon as the son fell, Zhuge Lu raised his head and looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye's expression remained unchanged, he raised his hand to grab a handful of white chess pieces, closed his eyes and dropped one of the chess pieces at will.

His careless look made Zhuge Lu frown slightly.

However, since the white piece fell, Zhuge Lu still patiently tried to make another piece.

The black stone has just fallen, and the white stone has already flown out.

Zhuge Lu had a cold face and Heizi quickly pressed the button.

For a moment, the black and white chess pieces were flying on the chessboard.

After a few breaths, the two dragons, black and white, were already intertwined.

Zhuge Lu held a sunspot in his hand and raised it in the air, but there was nowhere to put it.

He raised his head and looked at Han Muye, who had his eyes closed and said nothing.

Lost.

In one hundred breaths of time, the outcome of a game of chess has been decided.

Black's dragon is being strangled, and it doesn't matter whether he puts his piece or not.

The chess game entered the sword formation, and this time, he lost completely.

Taking a breath, Zhuge Lu whispered: "I was careless in this game."

"It's a long road, here's another round."

Waving his hands, the black and white chess pieces returned to their places.

Looking at the indifferent Han Muye, he gently placed a black chess piece on the chessboard.

Han Muye closed his eyes and didn't even move his hands. One white stone had already flown down, then the second one was hanging in the air, and the third one moved lightly.

Zhuge Lu snorted coldly, and the black stone fell again. When he raised his hand, the second white stone broke right next to his chess piece.

Zhuge Lu's raised hand was stunned for a moment, then he turned his palm and pressed down a sunspot.

Just when the chess piece was about to land on the chessboard, he moved his fingers three spaces out of thin air.

"Snapped."

A white stone fell just in front of the black stone.

break.

Zhuge Lu's whole body was like a lightning strike, his eyes widened and he stared at the chessboard in front of him.

The sunspots held between his fingers would not fall off.

This chess piece represents his strongest sword, but he doesn't know how to do it.

If the sword has no place to land, it has no power.

"Dong——"

The sound of shaking sounded, and Zhuge Lu slowly raised his head.

Ahead, there are rolling hills and jade-colored gate towers hanging high.

Guangyuan Sword Sect.

"Uncle Master, you have been sitting on this chariot for five hours..." Zhang Qi came over and spoke in a low voice.

Five hours?

He lowered his head and looked at the chess game in front of him.

He still held a black chess piece between his fingers, with a white one floating lightly on the chessboard.

"Uncle Master, you didn't win this game?" Zhang Qi asked softly.

Zhuge Lu coughed, stood up, turned around to look at the empty carriage and the surroundings, and said calmly: "It's just a hand-to-hand talk, little Doyle."

As he spoke, he threw the black chess piece in his hand forward.

As soon as the chess piece fell, Zhang Qi’s eyes widened behind him.

Because when the black stone falls, the white stone has already fallen onto the chessboard.

White piece, break before black piece!

Zhuge Lu, who was holding his hands behind his back, slightly twitched his eyes and stepped forward.

But at this moment, his feet were unsteady and he almost fell.

Zhang Qi hurriedly followed.

"Where is Mr. Gu?" Zhuge Lu asked calmly.

"When we arrived at the mountain gate, there were already disciples waiting. It is said that they were invited by Elder Yuan Tianda's people."

A strange color appeared on Zhang Qi's face.

Elder Yuan Tianda.

Zhuge Lu nodded. After stepping into the mountain gate, he glanced at the main hall in the distance and turned to the other side.

He quickly walked through several mountains, stopped in a green square, and then walked into the small hall.

"Why, it's so rare for Master Zhuge Qi to come to my Duanyun Palace." An old man with white beard raised his head and smiled.

Zhuge Lu looked solemn, walked to the old man and sat down, and then whispered: "Old man Chen, let's have a game."

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly put down the chessboard.

The surrounding auras gathered and turned into silhouettes.

"Zhuge chess idiot plays chess with Chen Qizha. We haven't seen each other for decades."

"Haha, it's strange that Zhuge chess idiot is willing to come to Duanyun Palace to play chess."
To be continued...