Wu Zong's sigh brought everyone back to reality. Regardless of whether everyone believed it or not, what they saw in front of them told everyone that the game had been cracked.
The corners of Shuzong's mouth twitched. If Ye Shaohan breaks the chessboard, he will not only lose four bottles of Baiguo Nong, but he will also have to pay for one bottle of Baiguo Nong.
Among the five, the one who was in the last mood was undoubtedly Wu Zong.
With a pill in his mouth, Ye Shaohan took Su Feixuan a few steps forward, stepped on the chess table, bowed to Wu Zong, and said calmly: "Take the sword invitation!"
The last sword post appeared in Ye Shaohan's hand. Ye Shaohan held the sword post and flicked his right hand. The sword post turned into a stream of light and shot towards Wu Zong.
Raising his right hand slightly, Wu Zong casually grabbed forward and held the sword post. Feeling the sword intention contained in the sword post, he nodded slightly and said to Ye Shaohan: "I, Wu Tianzong, will take over this sword post!"
"Thank you for this time, senior!" Ye Shaohan bowed slightly. This bow was to thank Wuzong for giving him the opportunity to understand the sword's intention.
In response, Wu Zong nodded and said calmly: "It's you who are extremely talented, so there is no need to thank you!"
Turning around, Ye Shaohan said to Su Feixuan: "Can you still hold on?"
It has been more than a month since Ye Shaohan entered Wu Tianzong. On this night, Ye Shaohan never rested, and the same was true for Su Feixuan.
Hearing this, Su Feixuan nodded slightly. Seeing this, Ye Shaohan bowed to Wu Zong and immediately led Su Feixuan towards the way he came.
Looking at Ye Shaohan's back, a complex look flashed in Qi Jian's eyes. He stood up and took a step forward.
"Master!" Bowing to Wu Zong, Qi Jian said respectfully: "Disciple has a request!"
Hearing this, Wu Zongruo glanced at Ye Shaohan's back meaningfully and said lightly: "Say!"
"According to the rules of previous years, all senior brothers in the sect have to challenge the envoy of the Sword God Sect. Although I have already accepted the sword invitation, I hope to fight him!" Qi Jian's tone was extremely firm.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan stopped, turned around, and looked at the chess sword thoughtfully.
Raising his head, Wu Zong did not answer Qi Jian directly. Instead, he looked at Ye Shaohan and said, "What do you think?"
"Whatever!" Ye Shaohan said lightly, his eyes also fell on the chess sword. This was the first time that Ye Shaohan seriously looked at the chess sword.
The chess sword made people feel like a weak scholar, but Ye Shaohan felt a heart-stopping power in the body of the chess sword.
"Since he has agreed, then you will fight with him, but this competition ends with the main point!" Wu Zong said calmly, raising his right hand slightly and waving slightly.
The disciples of the Wutian Sect standing on the chess stage retreated around, and the four members of the Wu Sect and the Qin Sect also took a step back, leaving the stage to Qi Jian and Ye Shaohan.
"Disciple, I obey!" Qi Jian bowed slightly to the Wuzong people, then turned around and looked at Ye Shaohan calmly.
For Ye Shaohan, agreeing to the chess and sword challenge was just to experience Wu Tianzong's martial arts and techniques.
As for Qi Jian, he challenged Ye Shaohan just for an answer, an answer he was pursuing.
With his back to Su Feixuan, Ye Shaohan said softly: "Feixuan, wait for me for a moment!"
Hearing this, Su Feixuan obediently stepped aside, her beautiful eyes moving on Ye Shaohan's back, and a hint of worry emerged.
"No problem!" Ye Shaohan said calmly, he raised the wine bottle casually, took a sip of warm wine, walked towards the chess table on foot, jumped on the chess stand, and the two stood facing each other.
Looking at the young man in front of him who was dozens of years younger than himself, a complex look flashed in Qi Jian's eyes, and he chuckled: "First of all, thank you for not rejecting my challenge!"
"Yes!" Ye Shaohan responded, his breath locking the chess sword.
No matter whether the opponent is strong or weak, Ye Shaohan always treats them with caution. Only in this way can he avoid capsizing in the gutter.
The chess sword in front of him was not weak in strength. In Ye Shaohan's perception, the chess sword seemed to be a fake Lingzong realm warrior.
"I hope this battle can give me an answer!" Qi Jian's smile was always so free and easy.
"What answer!" Hearing this, Ye Shaohan glanced at Wu Zong thoughtfully and said calmly.
"The gap between you and me!" Qi Jian ignored the weird looks of others and continued: "I grew up in Wutian Sect since I was a child. Master and others also said that I am a genius that Wutian Sect has not seen in thousands of years. Regarding this,
, I became more and more diligent and studied chess skills seriously, just to solve the three chess games of heaven, earth and man. Before you came, I always thought that I was the best. For this, I felt complacent in my heart, haha, but after you solved it
When playing Tianqi, I knew that I had been wrong before. So, I want to know the gap between you and me. I need a goal, a goal for me to chase!"
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan took a serious look at Qi Jian. This Qi Jian was free and easy, admitting in public that he was inferior to others.
Seeing this, Wu Zong and others secretly nodded. Qi Jian's current status was not only due to his talent and hard work, but also because of his mentality.
Know the gap, and then catch up! Nodding secretly, after facing Qi Jian's words, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but feel a little fond of the young man in front of him.
A martial robe made a hunting sound, the chess sword held the long sword behind him, and the crisp sound of the sword's chant resounded.
The long sword of Sanchi Qingfeng looks a bit weird, as it is made of stacked chess pieces.
A fierce aura filled the long sword. Holding the long sword, the chess sword took a step forward, and its explosion sounded.
The chess sword without holding the long sword looks like a scholar, and the chess sword holding the long sword looks like a sharp warrior, with fighting spirit permeating the chess sword.
This fighting spirit spread out, stirring the surrounding wind and snow, and this fighting spirit infected everyone present.
Wu Zong and others also looked at Qi Jian with some surprise. Unexpectedly, Qi Jian actually had a strong fighting spirit.
Feeling the fighting spirit of the chess sword, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but feel the fighting spirit in his heart. His martial robes made a hunting sound, and his long hair was blowing in the wind.
The two fighting intentions met in mid-air, and a ripple spread out. The falling white snow was strangely suspended in mid-air, motionless.
"In order to know the difference between you and me, I hope you won't show mercy!" Qi Jian chuckled. At this moment, he was still able to talk and laugh so calmly.
"Yeah!" Ye Shaohan casually took a step forward and faced the pressure of the chess sword, his body motionless.
Ding! The sword chant resounded loudly, and a sword light spanned the entire chess table like a rainbow and shot directly in front of Ye Shaohan.
In the astonished eyes of everyone, the sword light actually passed through Ye Shaohan's figure, but no bloody scene was seen.
The sword light disappeared, and Ye Shaohan's figure also disappeared. Only then did everyone realize that it was an afterimage.
Feeling the breath coming from behind, he stepped slightly with his chess sword, using his right foot as a support point, his body rotated, and the long sword in his hand pointed forward several times.
The sword energy filled the tip of the sword, and under the deliberate action of Qi Jian, the points of the sword tip were connected to form a hexagon.
And Ye Shaohan was in the middle of the hexagon, with six pressures emerging around him.
"Kill!" The chess sword shouted coldly, and six sword energy shot towards Ye Shaohan in the middle, which actually had the effect of imprisoning the person's speed.
This robbery was originally just a move in the chess game, but Wu Tianzong cleverly evolved it into a sword skill.
Martial arts evolved into endgames, and the chess game evolved into a sword skill. This Wutian Sect's saying that all methods return to the sect is vividly reflected...
Seeing this, Ye Shaohan's expression was dull. The chess sword was somewhat similar to the sword Lianzhi.
His body stagnated, but Ye Shaohan did not retreat but took a step forward. He raised his left hand and pointed forward with one finger.
Luo Shen Finger! The biting cold energy turned into a sword shadow. As Ye Shaohan's sword finger fell, the sword shadow and the sword energy were extinguished at the same time.
Seeing that the sword had no effect, the chess sword did not stop the attack.
The long sword came out of his hand, and Qi Jian's figure spun in vain. A wave of soul power spread out, and its sword energy emerged crazily between Qi Jian and the long sword.
Raising his head, Ye Shaohan looked at the scene indifferently, and pointed his sword finger forward again, trying to cut off the connection between the chess sword and the long sword.
However, Qi Jian was already prepared, and his body quickly rotated to create a cold wind.
On the huge chess table, the white snow was rolled up one after another, and Ye Shaohan's finger was undoubtedly dissolved by the strong wind.
"Kill!" A dull voice resounded, and the detached long sword quickly spun, and the surrounding sword energy seemed to spiral around the long sword.
The figure of the chess sword stopped and he pointed his finger forward. The long sword turned into a stream of light and shot towards Ye Shaohan.
This net kill is also a method used in the chess game. Obviously, Wu Tianzong also evolved this into a sword skill.
A wave of sword intent permeated the air, and Qi Jian had integrated its own artistic conception into the sword. Therefore, the sword became extremely terrifying. Just the coercion contained in the sword made the surrounding Wutian Sect disciples feel palpitations.
Raising his head, when facing this sword, Ye Shaohan's face showed a rare look of solemnity.
Ye Shaohan's right foot suddenly stepped on the ground, and his figure quickly retreated. Ye Shaohan performed the Wind Transformation Art to its fullest potential.
However, under the control of Qi Jian, this sword still shot directly at Ye Shaohan, and the speed of the sword was no less than Ye Shaohan's retreat speed.
"Completely locked by him!" Ye Shaohan secretly thought, his eyes falling on the chess sword in the distance. At this time, Ye Shaohan noticed that a smile actually appeared at the corner of the chess sword's mouth.
"Jie Jing Kill!" A plain voice resounded. Previously, the chess sword pointed at the void with its long sword stirred up a ripple. The ripple spread and surged toward Ye Shaohan.
"What!" Six ripples gathered together, and a wave of sword intent spread out. The previous feeling of confinement resurfaced, and Ye Shaohan's figure did not retreat at a slower pace.
"Jie Jing Kill!" Cold shouts resounded, and the six waves gathered together.
His body stagnated, and Ye Shaohan looked at the sword light that was shooting out in shock. It turned out that the previous sword was just preparation for this one.