The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 85: The last step
Boom!
The trance-stricken Gu Yuanyuan was awakened by the thunder. He shook his body and almost fell. He hurriedly supported the big tree beside him, panting for fear.
People were so startled by the sudden thunder that they all looked towards the sky. Only when their cheeks were slightly wet did they know that there was a drizzle.
Zhao Layue stared at Jing Jiu in the pavilion, her eyes were black and white, and her worried emotions were clearly written.
Jing Jiu also started his first long exam.
The position of the white chess is seven or eleven, and it is a step. How should he respond?
The clouds in the sky are getting thicker and thicker, the mountains are getting more gloomy, the wind is getting colder and faster, and the rain is getting bigger. ..
For some reason, Qipanshan's big formation did not fully function.
The crowd dispersed slightly, and soon returned to the original state.
People are still reluctant to leave after all and look into the pavilion again.
Jing Jiu looked at the chessboard in thought.
After Tong Yan dropped the white chess, she got up again and walked to the side of the fence.
The sky light illuminates his immature face and he is extremely confident.
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Time passed, and the world became more gloomy.
Jing Jiu moved.
He picked up a chess piece and stretched it toward the chessboard.
Whether it is the angle between the **** or the angle of the bent arm, it is so perfect.
All these details, he learned according to the introductory Go book in Haizhou City.
Perfection is inevitably a little too square and boring, but it can ensure that there will be no problems.
It's like the place where the black chess fell, just at the intersection of the two lines, without a trace of deviation.
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The black chess is quietly resting on the chessboard.
Three, nine.
The clouds rolled, and a lightning bolt appeared on the far side of the sky.
It is too far away for thunder to reach the mountains, but electric light can reach it.
Lightning illuminates Qipan Mountain, and is reflected by the quiet sunspot. It becomes a few minutes colder, like a sword light.
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He Zhan raised his eyebrows, his cuffs trembling slightly.
Quiniang looked at the sunspot, clutching her chest, feeling so sad, as if she had been stabbed with a sword.
Shangjiulou snorted, his face pale, and blood spilled from the corners of his lips.
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Sanqingguan, Zen Zi looked at the two chess pieces that had just fallen on the chessboard, was silent for a long time, then raised his head and looked out the window.
Dark clouds outside the window cover Qipan Mountain.
"Too dangerous."
Zhanzi shook his head, and stopped placing his stones on the chessboard, motioning for the Taoist to come.
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At the top of the peak, feeling the changes in the atmosphere of the world, and the grandson of the country, his expressions have changed, and his voice is dignified, and his voice is low and said: "What did your majesty say?"
A subordinate official lowered his head and said: "I just contacted the palace. Your Majesty has just finished the temporary meeting. I am ready to come over at this time."
He Guogong glanced at the bottom of the peak again, frowned and said: "I hope this game will not end so quickly."
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Regardless of expectations or unwillingness, the first game of this year's May meeting finally came to the second half, and the two sides began to fight.
Jing Jiu and Tong Yan never had a long test anymore. Black and White steadily and even sturdily landed on the board one after the other, making a crisp sound.
The crisp sound does not mean that it must be pleasing to the ears, but sometimes makes people feel thrilling, like a sword slashed on a stone, or a magic weapon bombarded on an iron gate.
There seems to be countless sword intents on the chessboard, killing intent to cross the sky and the earth, and those who understand chess will feel that it is difficult to breathe.
Among the chess spectators outside the pavilion, Gu Yuanyuan's chess power is slightly weaker than He Zhan and the others, but it has reached a certain level.
Moreover, he has been fighting with the sword saint in the northern snowy field for these years, and he has seen a really dangerous and **** battlefield, so he has a stronger perception.
In his eyes, the black chess and the white chess revolved at high speed, turning into chariots in the snowy field and soldiers of the snow country full of mountains and plains.
The hard ice was crushed, the violent wind and snow were ignored, thousands of soldiers and horses cried, the wind was depressed, there was murder and death everywhere.
When he saw a hideous-faced Snow Country monster rushing towards him, he couldn't bear it anymore, and he fainted with a loud cry.
The situation of the two people, Queniang and Shangjiulou, is also very bad. They are pale, with blood on the corners of their lips, and their stature is shaky, and it seems that they may faint at any time.
He Zhan walked to the front of Queniang and Shangjiu Building, blocking their sight.
If you are like most people outside the pavilion, it would be fine if you can't understand this game.
The realm of the trio of Piansheng Queniang is indeed very high, and they can understand a lot. They also want to keep up with Jing Jiu and Tong Yan's thinking speed, and the mental loss is really too great.
He had already given up this game when Jing Jiu and Tong Yan were resting.
He looked at Jing Jiu and Tong Yan in the pavilion, with a solemn expression, very worried.
If you want to understand this game, you have to pay such a big price. What kind of pressure will the person who is in it and playing this game have to bear?
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The chess game continues, Jing Jiu and Tong Yan's speed of the game is still the same as before, but it gives people a feeling that the rhythm of the chess game is accelerating.
The wind in the mountains is getting colder and faster, or because the clouds in the sky are getting thicker and getting darker.
That was a sign of heavy rain.
The wild plum flakes that were crushed on the ground were blown everywhere.
The clouds were rolling and restless, as if a black dragon was roaring and giving birth to power in it, and more thunder and lightning emerged from the depths of the dark clouds, showing their power toward the sky and the earth.
The rain suddenly became dense and rushed to the mountains.
The formation of Qipanshan finally gave rise to induction, and an invisible force was released from the depths of the cliff, blocking most of the wind and rain outside.
The sky full of rain flows along the invisible dome, distorting and blurring the outside scenery. This picture is very magical, but no one looks at it.
People are looking at the low pavilion.
The rain in Qipanshan has become very small, falling on the chessboard, looking like countless crystal clear dewdrops between the black and white chess pieces.
The chess game has entered the final stage-robbery.
What the robbery is the mystery of the change of heaven and earth, there are countless dangers hidden in it.
The two men's clothes were slightly wet, but they seemed to be unaware. They still looked at the chessboard intently, extremely quiet.
The chess pieces kept falling on the chessboard, making a crisp crackling sound, followed by a roar of thunder, continuous and continuous, the mountains must be moved.
The flashes of lightning illuminate their faces very clearly.
Tong Yan’s facial skin is extremely smooth, slightly wetted by the light rain, and more immature, like a baby, but her eyes are full of desire for victory and a strong will.
Jing Jiu was still so calm, his expression unchanged, even the slightest tremor did not appear on his face, looking like a perfect white jade statue.
Others don't think so, but Zhao Layue has been with him for too long, and he can see his current state of mind, and his sleeves trembled slightly.
At the Sword Inheritance Conference, when he climbed the last peak of the gods, or when he faced Gu Han and crossed Nanshan when Qingshan tried his sword last year, Jing Jiu was always so indifferent and casual.
Today is obviously different. In the face of Tong Yan, he showed unprecedented seriousness and focus.
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The clash of the chess pieces and the board, the roar of the thunder is so clear.
Qipanshan feels extremely quiet, because the light rain falls silently, because no one dares to make a sound.
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I don't know how long it took until the rainstorm finally stopped, the dark clouds gradually dispersed, and there was no more thunder.
Sunlight re-illuminates the world~IndoMTL.com~The mountains that have just been washed by rain, the air and sight are extremely clean.
A rainbow appeared on the horizon.
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The order of the chess moves is Tong Yan's turn.
He held a white chess and looked at the chessboard silently.
People who can't understand the game also have a very strong feeling.
This white chess should be the last step of today's chess game.
The winner is above this white chess.
The damp black hair was moved by the mountain breeze.
The chessboard is full of water.
Where will this white chess fall?