"Let's go." The old ghost stretched out his hand to make a false gesture, and his expression became solemn. It seemed that he did not underestimate Qin Yang at all, but seriously treated him as an opponent.
However, Qin Yang knew very well in his heart that the old ghost was not treating him seriously, but only chess. He was obsessed with chess, and he would do the same to any opponent.
But the more this happens, the greater the pressure on Qin Yang.
Black goes first, and the first stone falls, which is quite satisfactory. However, if the first stone falls, it will naturally fall into a defensive posture. This is a matter of mentality.
In just a moment, visions arose one after another, and everything in front of him suddenly turned into a void with nineteen vertical lines. Qin Yang and the old ghost stood opposite each other.
On Qin Yang's side, a sunspot fell and turned into a small black snake, coiled into a snake formation, with its head raised and alert.
On the opposite side, a white letter fell and turned into a small white snake. The snake was hesitant and murderous.
You come and go, alternately falling, black and white snakes emerge one after another. From time to time, some black and white snakes will gather together and turn into giant pythons and dragons, constantly meandering in the formation, fighting and fighting, with murderous intent filling every inch.
Xiao.
The old ghost's face was solemn, and every word he spoke was extremely solemn. However, cold sweat was slowly dripping from Qin Yang's temples. This old ghost had too much murderous intent. When planning his moves, he moved forward in an extremely aggressive way, attacking without defending.
.
Just after swallowing several giant white pythons, the old ghost changed hands and strangled one of the dragons.
In the void, several silver-white dragons were entrenched in strategic positions, raising their heads and roaring, swallowing clouds and mist. They were coercing each other to form a momentum, and they were pressed with great force. In the clouds and mist, thunder clouds gradually formed, and thunder and light were swallowed up.
In the meantime, I almost feel like falling down.
This was a sign that the situation was over. Qin Yang was sweating on his forehead, thinking hard, but could not find a way to break the situation.
On his side, there was only a black dragon, leading many giant pythons and baby snakes, who struggled to resist, and were completely suppressed and could not lift their heads.
In a blink of an eye, I saw the old ghost falling down, a halo appeared, divine light soaring into the sky, and in the vast thunder clouds above my head, there were dense thunders, like a heavy rain falling, and the thunder light flashed and merged into one.
"Ouch..."
With a dragon's roar, the lightning shattered, and several white dragons converged into one in the thunder, turning into a majestic white dragon with murderous intent rising into the sky.
The white dragon soared into the clouds and rode in the mist, carrying the general trend and suppressing it. Countless giant pythons and young snakes turned into powder in an instant. The only black dragon was strangled by the white dragon. It was torn into pieces, collapsed and scattered, and died miserably.
The vision dissipated silently. Qin Yang's face was pale, his eyes were a little dull, and he stood there blankly holding a sunspot in his hand.
After a long while, Qin Yang came to his senses, threw the sunspot into the stone bowl, and sighed softly: "I lost."
Although it was expected, I never expected to lose so quickly, so tragically, and be completely crushed!
More importantly, this game of chess is not just a game of chess, but also a competition in which the mind is integrated into the chess game. The old ghost is much stronger than him. He has a huge advantage innately, and his murderous intent is in the sky. But when he falls into the chess game, he is innately
It is much weaker, with no possibility of attacking and killing, and can only passively defend.
After just one game, Qin Yang felt mentally exhausted. If he continued to play, he would play five or six more games at most. Regardless of whether he won or lost, he would have died of mental exhaustion by then.
"Let's make a move." The old ghost didn't give Qin Yang any buffering time. He looked solemn again and stretched out his hand in vain.
"Wait a minute!" Qin Yang waved his hand quickly...
Now you can see that this old ghost is not a good bird. There is no good bird among the ominous souls in this strange place. All of them will die if they meet him.
The only difference is the way of death...
What is the difference between death when the physical body is exhausted and death when the mind is exhausted?
Why aren’t they all dead!
The killing methods are just different.
"Huh?" The old ghost raised his brows, with murderous intent bursting out of his eyes. He stared at Qin Yang, ready to slap Qin Yang to death if he made any disagreement.
Qin Yang was chilled by the murderous intention of the opponent, and his soul was tingling, but he said that he didn't want to do this again.
"Senior, this junior is not good at chess, and is far from a match for senior. Playing ten games and a hundred games will not make much difference. What senior wants is just to find an opponent, not just to find someone to play chess with, okay?"
"Yes, if there is an opponent, even if you lose, it will be a great pleasure." The old ghost nodded, with a proud look on his face.
Qin Yang secretly breathed a sigh of relief and struck while the iron was hot: "Senior, why not do this? I have an ancient chess game that I got here by chance. I will play it out. Senior can be considered as playing chess with the sages of the past in the air. It is better than playing against stinky chess baskets like this junior.
Game, it’s a pleasure.”
"Come on." The old ghost didn't take it seriously and waved his hand casually, indicating that Qin Yang could start.
A smile appeared at the corner of Qin Yang's mouth. It's true that he is a bad chess basket, but he has never eaten pork and has always seen pigs running away. When he was trying to brag with others, he was a little bit aggressive, but he had seen a lot of theoretical things, chess records and games.
, and naturally I watched a lot.
Whether he's dead or alive, it's up to you.
Qin Yang held his pieces and set up a chess game on the chessboard. In the blink of an eye, visions appeared one after another. In the void, there was a bottomless abyss, like a gluttonous mouth, waiting for prey to fall into it, with a huge momentum.
Therefore, due to the general trend, he is inherently invincible. Even if he loses, the probability of a draw is very high.
But the old ghost is still marching forward, killing decisively, attacking but not defensive.
White Dragon and Abyss, you go back and forth, killing each other, and it took three days to see the Abyss collapse, the situation collapsed, and White Dragon was also scarred, so it was a narrow victory.
At the end of the game, Qin Yang's face became even paler, but the old ghost's eyes were full of energy, and he obviously had some real intentions, and he finally felt like he had found his opponent.
"Not bad, come again!"
Qin Yang twitched the corner of his mouth, said nothing, and continued to lay out the situation.
After another two rounds, the old ghost's relentless killing method still resulted in all being killed. However, every time he won the round, there were not many winners.
"Come again." The light in the old ghost's eyes became more and more dazzling, and he seemed to be crazy, with a face full of joy.
"Okay." Qin Yang also smiled brightly, and then started another game.
When the situation is completed, it turns into high mountains, surrounded by dangers, black and white, you have me, and you have you. In addition, the world is turned upside down, and everything is chaotic. The black and white halos are intertwined, the killing energy is soaring into the sky, and there are layers upon layers.
, meaning endless changes.
There is no black snake and white python appearing, no black dragon and white dragon taking shape, but the dangers and complexity are seven points higher than in the previous games.
The old ghost looked shocked, opened his eyes angrily, held a piece in his hand, and stared at the chess game for a long time, unable to make a move for a long time.
Qin Yang finally showed a smile, closed his eyes, and fell asleep as if there was no one around. This was really a mental drain...
After sleeping for seven full days, he opened his eyes again. The old ghost still maintained the same posture, but his eyes were full of madness, his arms were shaking, and he still couldn't make a move.
Seeing Qin Yang open his eyes, the old ghost let out a long sigh and surrendered. But when he looked at the chess game, the madness in his eyes disappeared, and instead he was full of joy, so happy that he could hardly move his eyes away.
"I lost, what is the name of this game and how to break it?"
"I don't know either. I'll let the seniors solve this situation." Qin Yang bared his teeth and smiled with an innocent look on his face.
It almost exhausted my energy, so I won’t tell you!