Mr. Qi cursed in his heart. He came here with a game mentality to help kill a few people casually. By the way, he was forced to eyeball by Sun Suhe's sword outside the Japanese Chess Academy last night. He should have been able to capture it with a trivial matter. How could he expect to get this surname?
Sun's could be such a evil star.
The misty ink-colored flying snow cannot cover up the vision of brilliant golden light. This is irrefutable evidence that the man in front of me is definitely related to the death of Mr. Painter, and is most likely the culprit. No wonder it is so weird, from my perspective
I can't see through his reality.
Why didn't I think of this earlier? I blame Mr. Ao for never being able to explain the function and principle of this pattern clearly. Besides, we were the only ones who talked, laughed and killed people as we pleased. How could I have imagined that the painting would actually be real...
While Mr. Qi was making secrets with his hands, he was chanting incantations and casting spells quickly and incoherently, while thoughts were racing in his mind.
Although I am not as close as Mr. Sword and Mr. Painter, I have always admired his cultivation methods. I still have several paintings in my hand that have been cast by him. Each has its own merits and is quite easy to use on weekdays. Since painting
My husband fell into this kid's hands, and I might be in danger if I'm not careful.
Moreover, this kid is wearing the Sky Congyun, the Baqi Cave Sky... the Shennong Cave Sky! Could it be that the ghosts of those bastards who have been chasing me for tens of thousands of miles are still here to cause trouble? It’s very possible! Didn’t the painting just die in China?
In this case, the person who asked me to take action tonight and gave me the black and white chess pieces is also very suspicious. Although the Boss has agreed to cooperate with him, it is natural that they have their own plans behind the scenes. The people from the Yin and Yang Province are really not trustworthy.
It's ridiculous. I thought I had control over the enemy's light and darkness, but I didn't expect that there was a plan. I thought I used this chessboard world to trap the enemy and let me take advantage of him. But in fact, I was also trapped, and I could only fight with him.
This evil star creates a fight between trapped beasts.
Mr. Qi carefully sensed the Chongxiao Sword Qi that was gradually stabilizing in the black flying snow. A strong sense of crisis surged into his heart. A burst of heart palpitations arose spontaneously. He intuitively felt that this sword could definitely threaten his life.
What a plan, what a plan! What a pity you met me!
"disease!"
Mr. Qi let out a low drink, and the tears in his eyes stopped.
The killing move was completed, and before he finished speaking, the four corpses of Kurumada, Kikuchi and Shimada brothers lying on the ground suddenly shuddered together, and countless strange tattoos that looked like pictures but not pictures, like words but not words, quietly appeared on the bodies, like
Thousands of insects and ants were squirming endlessly. The four corpses seemed to have been reborn. They stood up at once, with shocking tears of blood falling from their eyes. They moved and rushed towards Mr. Qi like ghosts.
With a stern look on his face, Mr. Qi took a decisive step to the left and stood exactly at a point where black lines intersected on the ground. Four corpses arrived in an instant, occupying four points on his front, back, left, and right, and just surrounded him on all sides.
No matter how they look or move, the four people are completely the same as living people, and they are indescribably weird and terrifying.
As soon as the five people moved like this, five extremely realistic shadows of chess pieces immediately appeared under their feet. Mr. Qi had a white chess piece under his feet, and the other four were all black chess pieces. According to the rules of Go, a white chess piece was surrounded by four sides.
If all is broken, it should be lifted from the chessboard immediately
Let's go. Mr. Qi's heart relaxed, and a smug smile full of mockery appeared on his lips. How can a bunch of bastards be considered capable of my tricks? It's time to go and have a good chat with that person. As for revenge for the painting... Ha, this trip
It's better to leave the muddy water to Jian.
Mr. Qi's figure disappeared from the chessboard world in an instant. With his disappearance, the entire chessboard world began to collapse completely. The space was cracked inch by inch. Huge overpasses and towering high-rise buildings appeared in the sky. Black and white
Heaven and earth gradually disappeared into smoke.
At the same time, four corpses including the Shimada brothers were positioned in four directions, each performing magic tricks and forming a formation. They charged into the ink-colored snowflakes with murderous intent directed at Sun Suhe. Although Mr. Qi's true body was as quiet as a frightened bird, he was far away.
Escape, but if he doesn't leave some gifts for Sun Suhe, how can he swallow this breath? One after another tattoos spread out from the four people's bodies, echoing from all sides, each showing their ferocious power, eroding towards the center of Mo Xue tyrannically.
Because of the sudden change in his poetic talent, Sun Suhe lost the opportunity to take action. Mr. Qi left immediately without leaving any trace. Although the powerful enemy retreated, Sun Suhe's situation became more critical. Little did he know that Mr. Qi could make up so many things in his mind in an instant.
The best thing to do is to frighten yourself into a conspiracy, but Mr. Dao Qi must have used some weird Taoist magic to hide his body, and is hiding in the dark and watching eagerly.
The sword move that he finally managed to balance with his palm only had the power of one blow, and after one blow, his life was probably sealed. Four murderous corpses had already attacked together. If he risked his life to defend the sword,
When he takes action with his sword, he is confident that he will defeat four corpses with one move, but what's the use? As for keeping the sword, it is tantamount to committing suicide. Should he just wait for the four corpses to rush towards him? Besides, he doesn't know if his body can still survive.
Hold for a few seconds.
So powerful and cunning! Sun Suhe sighed in his heart.
At this time, the four corpses were already within three steps, and the tattoos scattered all over the body were even more fierce and powerful, eroding to the point of being close at hand. Sun Suhe pinned everything on a sword. The sword could not move, and the ink-colored flying snow could not move.
Defend the enemy on your own like a drunken immortal with chaotic swords.
It seemed that there was only a dead end in front of Sun Suhe. No matter what choice he made, the result would be the same, but Sun Suhe still remained calm and composed. This time he was not pretending to be strong and calm, but his natural and true demeanor. Even he
I also feel it
Some surprises and amusement. Although the sudden change of poetic talent just now almost killed Sun Suhe, it was also a blessing in disguise, forcing him into a mysterious state where he returned to nature without movement or stillness. While his heart was as clear and clear as an ancient well, he was also more intentional.
Unintentionally make a deep exploration of yourself.
At a time when life and death were at stake, when he was in a dilemma, Sun Suhe vaguely grasped a subtle understanding that coincided with the principles of heaven and earth. However, this feeling was like a flower in a mirror, like the moon in water, it seemed within reach, but also seemed out of reach, and the subtleties were mysterious.
It's hard to say, Tao can be Tao, but it is not Tao.
At this juncture, the side of Sun Suhe's character that is as sharp as a sharp sword emerges. It is no coincidence that he possesses the courage to wield a sword in the way of heaven. The more it encounters grinding, the sharper it becomes. Flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water, so what, flowers are cut in the mirror, and the moon is cut in the water.
, no matter what tangible or invisible obstacles you have, cut them all with one sword, pointing directly at Miaowu.
Sun Suhe shouted flatly: "Get out of here yet!"
It is this roar that expresses the unattainable encounter that ordinary ascetics spend their entire lives working hard to achieve.
Time seemed to be slowing down endlessly. Whether it was the rush of corpses or the erosion of tattoos, they were quietly stagnant at this moment. In this moment of eternity, Sun Suhe felt that his forehead was slapped heavily by someone, an extremely unfamiliar yet extremely familiar person.
The voice laughed and cursed and sighed:
"You are really stupid. Do you have to hit you with a mallet before you can become enlightened?"