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Li Taibai's whole body was white.

The long silver hair, the white clothes as silver as snow, and the slender and straight body stands in the heavy snow, like an unshakable royal city, and more like a divine sword with deep intentions.

Jian Chi Li Luo took a glance, and his magnificent heart was shocked.

Li Taibai stood in the snow, with no sword in his hand, and he was still motionless. But Li Luo saw dozens or hundreds of swords, hundreds or thousands of sword intentions lingering in his eyes, around the figure.

It seemed that it was not a person at all, but a sword.

A sword that has long been united by human and sword.

Li Luo ignited a strong desire to fight.

He frowned: "Where is the sword?"

Two cushions and a chessboard appeared in the snow, and Li Taibai smiled: "The sword is in the chess."

Chen Tianxin, who had long heard of the mysterious ways of life and death, sat cross-legged on the cushion.

Li Taibai couldn't help but admire this Tianxin girl who was born with wisdom.

Since he won the title of Double Armor of Chess and Swords, no one in the vast world dared to play chess with the Ten Days Saint Li Taibai. It was the first time today, but I didn’t expect it to be a young girl!

Li Taibai, who was dressed in white and had a silver hair, sat down.

A wind suddenly blew within a radius of 100 meters.

The wind roared the white snow around the chessboard, building a crystal wall of wind and snow a hundred meters away.

The heart of the sky is dark inside the wall.

Li Taibai held the white.

This year, heavy snow covered Yan Realm, and the life and death grinding game outside Jiangdu City started.

Li Luo, who had a one-armed sword with twenty-four swords, walked into the wall, and walked into another world hidden in the life and death grinding chess, looking for a sword, the double armored sword of Li Taibai's armored Thousand Army Sword.

...

Luo Changfeng outside Jiangdu City is a bystander.

As the saying goes, those in the authorities are confused, while those onlookers are clear.

The three of them wanted to work together to break the capital of Jiangdu. Li Luo entered the world of chess and death for the sword. Chen Tianxin had to devote himself to the black and white battle in the chess game. If he was not careful, he was afraid that the world of illusion would be closed. Li Luo was at a loss when he was not sure.

Even if Li Taibai, one of the ten-day saints, once fell into the realm, the three of them did not dare to take it lightly, so they left Luo Changfeng outside the wind and snow wall in Jiangdu City, which was considered to be a battle with Taibai's guardian for two comrades.

The life and death millstone, Luo Changfeng has a very impression of this chessboard.

I heard from my teacher Wuxiang Daozong that this millstone flowed out from the endless sea in the north many years ago. Like the Juntian Tu, it was a thing left over from the world before the chaotic times. I don’t know how it was spread to the time. The hand of Li Taibai, the King of Jiangdu who has attained the sword at the three thousand feet of sword wall.

For many years, Li Taibai has been guarding Jiangdu and has kept the gate of the Great Yan Empire under the coveted Qizhou Region. Therefore, there are very few stories about life and death millstones in the world today. The mystery of this millstone is Shen Tianxin It's also blank.

The old man Tianji issued a list of divine weapons and listed the magic weapons of the world, and never included the book of immortality in the evil things in the other world in Chen Tianxin's hand. There was no mysterious and unknown life and death millstone in the list.

Perhaps Old Man Tianji believes that it is just a illusion in black and white chess. After all, it is just a wonderful thing to waste time and does not have the qualifications to be included in the magic weapon list.

But who knows the truth?

...

Inside the wind and snow wall, more than a dozen black and white have already fallen.

The chess game is being unfolded.

Shen Tianxin is thinking deeply.

There are countless players playing chess today, but there are only a few people who can afford to be called a great player. Full of all the plans, the old man Tianji who survived the longest in the world is one, the master of the ninth Xingchuan of the Eight Hundred Sects is one, and the Emperor Alliance is one, The fifth strategy of the head of the 13 royal family is counted. Except for the gentleman Bai Zhiqiu, who was not sure about Chen Tianxin's personal visit by the old man Tianji, only Jun Zeyu and she are considered half of the national player in this world. Jia, Li, Taibai, sits with each other.

Chen Tianxin cherishes this opportunity very much.

It is not that the victory or defeat of the chess game is related to life and death and the success or failure of the Jiangdu. As for the chess alone, the black and white sitting in the snow is also of great significance to Chen Tianxin.

So every step she makes will go through meticulous deduction.

This is an extremely consuming thing. Chen Tianxin, who had just recovered from his divine injury, didn't know how many hands he could hold on to determine the outcome, but he only tried his best.

...

Li Luo walked in the wilderness of the grinding wheel chess fantasy.

The wilderness is not the wilderness.

It seems to be the season of the beginning of spring. The fields are filled with fresh green flowers, red, green, purple and pink, endless. The sky is drizzling, like fog, making this unknown world full of Jiangnan. The soft moisture of a delicate and ladylike little lady.

Li Luo doesn't like this kind of weather very much.

He likes the sharp north wind, the overturning snow, and the thundering rainy nights.

He likes being straightforward, just like being straightforward when practicing swordsmanship.

Both his men and his sword were very straightforward.

He entered the game in the chess to find Li Taibai's armor-breaking Thousand Army Sword, not to appreciate the rain in early spring and the flowers in the four fields.

He doesn't have such patience.

He wanted to destroy these with one sword.

But before that, he needs to do another thing.

Kill a person.

Kill a gray-clad soldier.

A hundred meters away from him, a man wrapped in a dark helmet appeared on the spring-filled field.

The man was holding a sword in his hand, and I wonder if it was Li Taibai's double armored sword.

Li Luo didn't care about so much, and he drew his sword with his left hand in the drizzle.

The twenty-four swords are silver, and the drizzle like silk falls off the sword body, turning into small raindrops like delicate pearls and jade slid down along the sword body, dripping on the tender buds of flowers and plants that crawl out of the soil, and the green buds bend slightly down. Lost waist.

Before the green buds could stretch out their bodies, a piece of mud suddenly splashed. The man who left deep footprints on the field held a sword in his left hand like a north wind that traveled from the severe winter to the beginning of spring, towards the unknown gray-armored man Attacked.

Before the sword arrived, the intention arrived first.

The sword intent cuts the dark helmet of the gray-armored man.

...

On the snow field outside the Green Canyon.

In the lonely camp in the 50,000 Weiyang Army formation, which confronts the demon clan siblings and the Wan Beasts, Zhou Tian, ​​a disciple of the Yizi Sect in Xuanyin Mountain, has completed the last step of painting the dragon.

The finishing touch is the dragon.

Zhou Tian dipped the pen in his hand with the drop of red ink.

That was a drop of candle dragon blood.

He took a deep breath to calm his heart as much as possible.

Dozens of fellow disciples' eyes gathered in the tent instantly, gathering on Zhou Tian's pen tip.

The finishing touch of the Zhoutian.

Add the finishing touch.

A red light rose from the wick of the Lihuo lamp in front of him. The light wandered along the thin red line running through the thirty-six Lihuo lamps. After a circle, the red light finally came. Disappeared in Hualong's eyes.

Then, the dragon came alive.

In the lonely camp under heavy snow, a candle dragon with red body as red as fire rose from the sky, hovering in the sky and glaring at the demon clan brothers who possess the bloodline of phoenixes and qilins.

Lin'er and Huang'er's eyes were incredible.

A dragon roar spread, and the tide of demons in the Qing Canyon behind him was instantly attacked by fear.

All beasts surrender.

Huang'er's eyes, whose blood from Zhulong's blood was swelling and fighting against the body, suddenly turned blood red.

She whistled to the sky and let out a loud and sad cry.

So among the blazing and Nirvana, the phoenix flew to the nine heavens.