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Chapter 834: The final battle! (22)
Shopkeeper Qian said nothing.
Qiu Shuichang didn't say anything else, he just turned around, flew out, and disappeared into the night.
After watching the direction she left for a moment, Shopkeeper Qian finally turned around and ran towards the Jiuzhong Tower.
After a while, a little red bird flew out from upstairs and flew towards Xiao Yao's tomb tower.
Outside the South City Gate, on top of the chessboard.
The dean felt as if he was in a deserted place, and it only took eight steps to pass through the masked man's living chess pieces and reach the center of the chessboard.
A sneer flashed in the masked man's sinister eyes, and his two palms were tightened at the same time.
Immediately, more than a dozen academy disciples on the chessboard rushed toward the dean in the center of the chessboard.
Fists, legs, swords, knives... whizzing and making sounds.
The dean frowned slightly, suddenly stood up, dodged his fists and flying kicks, grabbed the arms of two people at the same time, threw them away from the chessboard, and then went to grab the other two.
Firstly, to prevent them from being injured, and secondly, to help them break through the formation.
"It's not that easy to escape!"
The masked man's voice was cold, and as his thoughts moved, fire, lightning, water dragons, wind pillars, wind blades... passed over the chessboard, just in time to catch the children of the courtyard thrown by the dean.
Looking at it coldly, it was as if the dean had thrown these disciples into it.
In an instant, most of the dozen or so disciples were killed by the attack techniques on the formation.
"Ha..." Looking at the dean who frowned and pulled back the four disciples who had been thrown out, the masked man smiled extremely proudly, "I don't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me. This feeling must be very...
Is it painful, Mr. Dean?!”
"Fifteen years ago, I couldn't save Yuchen. Fifteen years later, I can't save Xiao Yao. I won't let you die because of me again!" He placed the four disciples he was holding on the chessboard.
, the dean reached out and took out the erhu from under his body, sat cross-legged under the chessboard, raised his bow and played.
The surging sound of the piano instantly came from the erhu.
The smile on the masked man's lips did not diminish, but his eyes showed a somewhat deep look. He stretched out his right hand, and a purple lightsaber appeared in his hand once again, holding it between his five fingers.
From the corner of his eye, he caught a small red bird flying in the air, and the tip of his eyebrows moved slightly.
With a flick of the fingers of his left hand, a purple vapor popped out from between his fingers and hit the little red bird in mid-air. The little red bird's figure flashed twice and then disappeared, leaving only a piece of broken paper.
, slowly falling towards the ground.
Xiao Yao’s little bird?!
A strange color flashed in the masked man's eyes, and he looked sideways at the dean in the chess formation again, and he suddenly thrust his sword into the chessboard at his feet.
"It seems that we have to make a quick decision!"
When he said the word "LE", his sword body turned into a purple light and overflowed, forming intertwined nets on the chessboard.
This move was exactly what he learned from Wushuang - the Nine Heavenly Net!
As he thought, several layers of purple nets covered the dean and several disciples on the chessboard.
The dean's music became more and more urgent, and countless purple lights overflowed from the strings, as if a filament was quickly wrapped around him, protecting him and the four disciples beside him like a cocoon.
On the city wall, Li Sifang frowned tightly, "Senior brother, senior brother, you saved four of them, how can you save this city?!"
"Ha!" The masked man laughed wildly, "Dean, you're trapped in a cocoon!"
The first net, fell.
Calmly still on the purple silk cocoon.
The second layer, the third layer, the fourth layer...the layers of nets fell one after another, the silk cocoons peeled off, damaged and fell off layer by layer, and the whole thing shrank little by little.