Just when everyone saw that the situation on the cliff was one-sided, and Duan Zhengming's stones were sweeping Duan Yanqing's sawdust pieces one by one like the autumn wind and fallen leaves, Duan Yanqing suddenly became powerful.
But seeing the rapid changes in the chess pieces in his hand, the chess pieces on the periphery completely released the encirclement, allowing Duan Zhengchun's stones to rush out in a mighty manner. But just as he broke out, behind him, Duan Yanqing's wooden
Block began to intensify his offensive posture.
Because all the elite soldiers were sent out, Duan Zhengming lost the overall momentum and overall situation he had from the beginning. His stones seemed to advance bravely and unstoppably, but he lost the victory in front of him and lost the competition behind him.
The weak rear was unable to stop Duan Yanqing's attack. In an instant, it became shaky, like duckweed swaying in the wind and rain.
Everyone watched the situation on the cliff suddenly change drastically, and the battle situation changed in an instant. Everyone felt a sudden change in their hearts, feeling that the changes in the chess game were no less dangerous than a real war.
Everyone looked at Duan Yanqing with admiration for his strategizing and accumulation. In this fierce battle, everyone had forgotten their real identity and status, and only saw the unpredictable stones and sawdust.
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At this time, Wuwu also changed his original indifferent attitude, and took a serious attitude towards the chess game between the two. He stared at the cliff above, and the stones and sawdust faced by the two sides also turned into heroes in his eyes.
The fighting soldiers, smoke billowing from the sky, battle dust flying, the sound of fighting and the rain of blood.
boom
Everyone seemed to hear the sound of the siege. A solid fortress collapsed in front of them in an instant. Duan Zhengming's rear position, which was already riddled with holes, finally couldn't hold on after withstanding Duan Yanqing's continuous fierce attacks, and he threw a piece of sawdust into it.
In the middle, the layout of the entire position was completely penetrated.
At this moment, all the favorable situations that Duan Zhengming had previously occupied had completely collapsed. His fortress, his rear, and his base had completely lost the possibility of holding on and fighting.
Duan Zhengming stared closely at the chess game above, staring at the piece of wood that had broken into the middle. He held a stone tightly between two fingers of his right hand, but never put it up, sweat dripping down his face.
"Uncle, don't panic, the position cannot be defended, then we will fight guerrillas on the outside." At this time, a voice suddenly came in, and everyone immediately turned to look, but they saw Duan Yu lying in a small hole in the stone house and watching.
watching the chess game outside.
When Duan Zhengming heard this, he felt relieved. He knew that his nephew was very accomplished in Go and was very smart. Many Go masters in the palace were no match for him.
At that moment, he followed Duan Yu's instructions and dropped the pebbles in his hands on the outside, and began to rearrange his arrangements to fight with Duan Yanqing on the outside.
"Hmph." Duan Yanqing snorted coldly, ignored him, and continued to attack the interior. He wanted to seize the base area as a base point, and then slowly clean up Duan Zhengming's periphery.
"Uncle, we must not give up in the middle. We must attack from both inside and outside, entangled together, and make him tired to deal with it," Duan Yu said again.
Duan Zhengming smiled slightly, nodded, and started playing chess according to Duan Yu's instructions. Duan Yanqing snorted again and dealt with them one by one.
Then a strange scene appeared. Duan Zhengming was playing chess with Duan Yanqing, and Duan Yu kept giving instructions. Duan Zhengming was like a disciple listening to his master, obediently following his instructions and making moves one by one.
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Soon, everyone discovered that there were new changes in the chess game on the cliff. Duan Yanqing was not able to completely expel Duan Zhengming's chess pieces from the center as expected and firmly occupy the base dungeon.
There, Duan Zhengming only relied on a few chess pieces and followed Duan Yu's instructions to firmly contain most of Duan Yanqing's troops, making it impossible for him to fully control the central position.
At this moment, the position in the middle was like a piece of chicken ribs to him, tasteless to eat and a pity to abandon. It was also like a fish stuck in his throat, unable to move up or down, firmly blocking his throat.
Outside, Duan Zhengming's chess pieces were slowly being laid out and began to divide into several small forces, attacking towards the center from several different directions.
And these small forces were engaged in a kind of guerrilla warfare. They would leave as soon as they touched the ground, giving Duan Yanqing no chance to encircle and intercept them.
Seeing Duan Yanqing in such an embarrassing situation, struggling from left to right, being flanked from both sides, and being restrained from both sides, he wondered how nothing could continue, so he turned to look at the small stone house.
In front of the small hole dug for ventilation, Duan Yu was looking at the chess game on the cliff with excitement on his face, and he kept giving various verbal instructions to guide Duan Zhengming.
I don't know whether it was because he was too focused or for some other reason, but after such a long time, he still didn't have an attack due to the medicinal properties of Yin Yang He San.
Just when everyone was paying attention to the chess game, they walked towards the small stone house, stopped only about two feet away from Duan Yu, and looked at him with gloomy eyes.
Under the wide green sleeves of his robe, he quietly raised his right hand, and slowly pointed his index finger at Duan Yu in the stone house. Suddenly, black threads were lingering on it, and there were bursts of yin.
From the moment Duan Yanqing exposed his identity, the struggle became an internal struggle between the Duan clan in Dali. It was their own family matter. As an outsider, if Wu Wu intervened blatantly, he would definitely follow the truth.
Moreover, Yanqing was so arrogant that he ignored Duan Yu's offer of help. None of the parties involved objected. Xianwu, an outsider, had no reason to do so, so he could only act quietly.
A soft and strong internal force slowly flowed out from his fingertips, flowed slowly through the air, and was injected into Duan Yu's body from the small stone hole, silently and leaving no trace.
After doing all this, he slowly walked away and returned to his original position, pretending to continue watching the chess game seriously as if nothing had happened.
Duan Yu continued to give instructions, everything was very normal, but after a while, Duan Yu suddenly felt a heat in his body, and a masculine air flow kept flowing in his body, and finally it overran the medicine that he had originally suppressed.
Xing suddenly burst out.
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Everyone who was watching the chess game suddenly heard a roar, and they were all startled. Looking back, they could see through the small holes that Duan Yu's eyes were red, his lips were also extremely red and swollen, his face was covered with bloodshot eyes, and he was panting.