Zhongtian Ziwei, the North Pole Emperor's originally unwavering eyes hidden under the mask, narrowed slightly as he looked at the man in front of him who was wearing a black robe but was only as tall as a child.

His tone was also different from the scholar he had faced before, and he said in an extremely serious tone: "Young naughty boy, chess boy, or not, the earth rankings record that your strength is in the middle stage of Zhenwu. I didn't expect that you are already only a hair away from the perfection of Zhenwu.

"

Although the chess boy seems to be just a child, anyone who meets his eyes full of vicissitudes of life will give up their thoughts.

Then he walked slowly in front of the scholar and said: "The game of chess is all about talent. I was fortunate enough to receive a book of immortal chess given by the young leader, plus long-term accumulation.

Naturally, I have accumulated a lot of experience, and if I am given another month, I will have the confidence to reach the Yangshen realm.

But being able to compete with a master of the same level as you in the True Martial Realm is a dream come true."

The scholar was in a very complicated mood at this time. He originally thought that he would be able to catch up with the chess boy after getting a chance, but he didn't expect that the distance between the two became wider and wider.

It was the arrival of the chess boy that saved his life. Only when he personally faced the North Pole Emperor Zhongtian Ziwei did he know that although both of them were in the True Martial Realm, Zhongtian Ziwei had already touched a trace of the Yangshen Realm.

How powerful is the Arctic Emperor?

Then he asked: "Chess boy, has the young leader notified you yet? It's just that with your temperament and that you are about to break through to the Yangshen realm, you shouldn't have come."

The chess boy was silent for a while, not saying anything. He remembered the token communication some time ago.

"Chess boy, I hope you can go to the imperial city of the Great Skull Dynasty during this time to help the scholar."

"Sorry, Young Master, I want to continue practicing in seclusion, so I refuse."

"Chess Boy, I know this request is unreasonable, but I am willing to use the remaining two opportunities for you to accompany me on my trip in exchange for your trip to the Imperial City." (See Chapter 252 for details)

"...I need to know what's going on."

Lin Mo then explained in detail the plan for the Great Skull Dynasty and said:

"My only advantage now is that no one thought that I would get involved in this game, but facing an emperor, no amount of preparation is too much, and there is also the mysterious person behind him.

The most important thing is that I don’t want any harm to our side in this incident, and I am willing to compensate for it afterwards.”

The chess boy was silent for a while again and responded: "Yes, there is no need to compensate, but the two opportunities to travel will be cancelled."

Time returned to the present, and the chess boy looked at the Zhongtian Ziwei Arctic Emperor in front of him with the same caution.

As a master of the same level, he could naturally feel a strong threat from him, and at the same time, he was afraid. If he had not come to the Great Skull Dynasty, the scholar would really hate this.

Although everyone in the world respects Weiwo Daogong, or Ren Yuexuan three points, there are four and a half people except Diyi, Tiandi, Yintianzi, Ghost Lord, and the Buddha Chi who opens his eyes, or Mie Shida

Mo.

Immediately, the Zhongtian Ziwei and the North Pole Emperor also put away the palm they were about to send out. The purple starlight was hidden between the eyebrows. The two were faintly at odds. The sky and the earth changed. The originally clear sky was suddenly divided into two.

One side is like the sunset that is about to end, but its red flames seem to be able to burn everything.

On the other side, it was like night had fallen, with only countless stars shining continuously. The most eye-catching star was surrounded by stars in the center, emitting a bright purple light.

Seeing this, the scholar quickly retreated. The strength of the two of them had reached the edge of the Yang Shen realm. From borrowing the power of heaven and earth to condensing their own world, they were in control of this space!

Even the drunk Taoist, who had retreated far away, couldn't help but stop and looked at the strange sight of the sky splitting in two behind him, murmuring to himself: "One side is the Great Emperor Zhongtian Ziwei North Pole, who is the other side?

This kind of great power is also close to the Yang Shen realm.

But that person should be from my side, hey, I hope that the sour scholar is fine."

As for Yan Fenyu, he was completely dumbfounded. He had never seen masters of this level fighting each other in his previous life. In his opinion, this was no longer like a human realm, and could also be called land gods.

After a moment of confrontation between Zhongtian Ziwei Beiji Emperor and the chess boy, they both discovered that they were probably on par with each other in terms of strength. Therefore, Zhongtian Ziwei Beiji Emperor suggested: "I heard that the chess boy is one of the best today in chess.

How about our next game?"

The chess boy's vicissitudes of life looked deeply into the eyes under the mask of the North Pole Emperor Zhongtian Ziwei, and then nodded and said: "Okay, take the sky and the earth as the disk, and the stars as the children, so that I won't suffer, and neither will you."

.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the two strange scenes in the sky were completely shattered. Everything seemed to be restored to the past, but under the blue sky, a chessboard had been formed. Every second, a piece would fall on the chessboard, and each piece would be

A star.

The scholar was also surprised by the two people's great courage at first, but after careful observation soon, he found that the chess pieces were not real stars, but the condensed power of the two souls. It was obvious that the two were making progress.

The battle of souls!

The chess game in the sky becomes more and more weird the more they look at it. Many people even vomit blood and fall into coma after just one look at it.

After a stick of incense passed, it seemed that the black and white sides were still in a stalemate.

But the scholar became more and more puzzled as he read. As a love expert who often visited brothels and called himself a romantic, playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting was a compulsory course.

Although his chess skills are not as good as those of chess boys, they are still better than 95% of the people in the world. However, in his opinion, their chess game is like that of two beginners, with no back-up in every move, just for the sake of attacking and killing.

Attack and kill.

In chess, the most important thing is layout and breaking the game. This is not only a confrontation of chess strength, but also mixed with the wisdom of the two.

And under the scholar's increasingly puzzled gaze, the chessboard of heaven and earth collapsed.

Zhongtian Ziwei, Arctic Emperor and the chess boy took a step back one after another. From the outside, they seemed to have just taken a step back and were not seriously injured.

Then Zhongtian Ziwei, the North Pole Emperor, turned around without saying a word and disappeared in an instant. The vicissitudes of life in the chess boy's eyes completely disappeared, leaving only an innocent side.

He turned around with some pride and looked at the scholar not far away and said: "Hey, Uncle Sour Scholar, you would have been killed if it weren't for me. Shouldn't you reward me with some delicious food?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he fainted and fell to the ground without warning.

The scholar hurriedly ran to the chess boy, and after a careful inspection, he realized that 99% of his soul power had been depleted. Even if he shared this fatigue with two personalities, the age body and the body, it would not be so comfortable.
Chapter completed!