Three Hundred and Seventieth Chapters 20 Years
The chess piece in Lu Zhou's hand did not fall.
Instead, he quietly looked at the opposite side of the chessboard, with his eyes blank and decadent, Yun Tianluo.
Very quiet, very quiet.
All around, the disciples of the three sects only saw two old men playing chess, and after the sword gangs that filled the sky disappeared, the two of them kept in this strange posture.
It's been a long, long time.
They saw that Yun Tianluo's index and middle fingers trembled.
The sunspot between his fingers slipped onto the chessboard because he couldn't control it.
pat-
The lines on the chessboard have lost their luster.
The golden light disappeared.
The pieces on the chessboard seem to be weathered. Nineteen vertical and horizontal, still very clear, the lines have been completely destroyed.
"Grandpa!"
Not far away, the head of Luo Zong, Feng Yizhi, saw this scene and wanted to jump up in a hurry.
Yun Tianluo said lightly, "Nangongwei."
"The disciple is here."
"If anyone dares to come up, they will be dealt with according to the most serious rules of the three sects." Yun Tianluo said.
Nangong Wei was stunned, unable to understand in his heart, but he could only bow and say, "Disciple obeys."
Nangong Wei was in front of him, the disciples and elders of the three sects had to stop, sighing and shaking their heads.
...
Yun Tianluo looked at Lu Zhou and said, "I lost."
He shook his head gently, and his mental state was even more sluggish than before.
"Playing chess, there are two things...
"One, I want to learn from brother Ji, but brother Ji is completely unaffected by the nineteenth aspect of the chessboard.
"Second, I hope Brother Ji can see the things sealed in the chessboard..."
Yun Tianluo's tone paused,
"I can't remember a lot of things... I don't know if Brother Ji will look down on it."
Saying that, he smiled again,
"Let's go."
Lu Zhou looked at Yun Tianluo calmly, and said, "I have already seen the chess piece, why should it be dropped?"
"In a chess game, how much you lose is how much you lose... Thirty years have been between this child." Yun Tianluo said.
To be precise, it was Yun Tianluo who sealed up the memory of impacting Jiuye.
It is solved in a chess game, and the price of the solution is... lifespan.
Lu Zhou guessed this when he saw Yun Tianluo's decadent expression.
"No matter where this location is, you will pay the price? Are you sure it will fall?" Lu Zhou said, looking at Yun Tianluo.
"The defeat is set, if you don't make a move, it will be a complete defeat."
Yun Tianluo looked at Lu Zhou with a pleading look, "Luozi, there is still a chance."
...
Lu Zhou shook his head.
Just as stupid as Gong Yuan.
It's just that Gong Yuan all wanted to die, and Yun Tianluo wanted to continue to live.
Only those who have the courage to pay the price for 30 years are qualified to solve the chess game... What a stupid setup.
Lu Zhou glanced at the weathered chessboard.
The arm fell slowly.
Just when Yun Tianluo thought that Luzhou would drop the chess piece in the right place——
Lu Zhou moved to the left and placed the white child between the four sunspots.
despair.
Yun Tianluo was stunned for a moment.
A gust of wind hits.
The chessboard dissipates.
The lines that light up the holy ground beneath his feet flashed with brilliance, and then returned to calm.
Yun Tianluo leaned back.
Nangongwei was incomprehensible and lost his voice: "Master Patriarch...why?"
Yun Tianluo did not answer his question.
He looked at Lu Zhou and said, "Thank you, Brother Ji, for showing mercy."
"If you make a move like this, you will lose a little less... Thirty years, you still have ten years to live." Lu Zhou said.
He could clearly feel that Yun Tianluo's life had been absorbed a lot by the lines on the chessboard.
For the disciples of the three sects, only half a day passed.
But for Yun Tianluo, it was twenty years at the flick of a finger.
"I didn't expect that Brother Ji would do such a thing..." Yun Tianluo was a little excited.
He couldn't understand that Ji Tiandao, who was older than him, would abandon his son in this way.
...
After a moment of silence, Yun Tianluo looked at Luzhou and said, "Can you tell me what Brother Ji saw?"
Lu Zhou sighed, "I'm not sure."
Yun Tianluo nodded:
"There are not many people who can step into the peak of the eight leaves. It is indeed impossible to be sure only by the old man."
He suddenly said again, "Since Brother Ji has tried it, he has no impression?"
"I can't see clearly." Lu Zhou gave a good answer.
Those pictures just now, I think every cultivator will encounter them.
When the energy reaches its peak, it is difficult for anyone to see what has changed in Jinlian.
Despite this, Lu Zhou barely saw it clearly from the perspective of a bystander.
Who knows what the outcome will be?
Lu Zhou didn't plan to tell others what he saw.
Yun Tianluo nodded, his face becoming more and more decadent.
Twenty years less of life made his condition worse and worse.
"Grandpa!"
This time, even the sect master of Tianzong, Nangongwei, couldn't bear it any longer, and the first one ran in and helped Yun Tianluo.
Yun Tianluo frowned and shouted, "Who asked you to come here?"
Lu Zhou raised his hand.
"It's okay."
At the very least, these people have some conscience.
When Nangong Wei helped Yun Tianluo... with a startled expression, he said, "Patriarch... Your lifespan!?"
He felt the lifespan disappeared from Yun Tianluo's body, and he was horrified.
He immediately looked at the stone table in front of him.
The weathered chessboard has already changed its appearance.
"Senior Ji...why be aggressive?" Nangongwei couldn't understand why he had to untie the chessboard.
The price of twenty years is not worth mentioning to other practitioners, but to Yun Tianluo, how important and precious!
Lu Zhou slowly got up...with one hand behind him, he stroked his beard with one hand.
Nangong Wei was ignored.
Yun Tianluo's condition is getting worse and worse...
He slowly raised his hand, grabbed Nangong Wei's arm, and said, "Don't be rude."
"When is the grandfather!"
Sudden--
In the air outside the Holy Land, a sword light broke through the air.
The sword gangs are densely packed in the sky.
In the sword gang, there is still a figure, looming.
"Return my junior brother's life!"
The three disciples took a deep breath.
He was stunned to see the master of kendo who was a great supernatural power.
"Yunzong Sword Altar is the first Sword Saint Luo Shisan!" Someone exclaimed.
Sword Saint Luo Shisan... with thousands of sword gangs, people and swords swooped into the Holy Land at the same time.
The whole person is parallel to the ground, holding a long sword, straight to Luzhou's face——
He actually wanted to take action on the pavilion master of the Motian Pavilion in the middle of the Holy Land! ?
A sword broke through the air.
To start is to go all out!
"Master!" Xiaoyuan'er and Ming Shiyin exclaimed.
Leng Luo and Pan Litian also frowned.
Unexpectedly,...
Lu Zhou didn't move, still carrying one hand behind him.
call!
Thousands of sword gangs and the sword in Luo Shisan's hands converged... and pierced Lu Zhou's forehead.
Because of the knowledge and understanding of the extinction, one can stay in samadhi right concentration, and the form and body appear universally, such as light and shadow, which universally appear all, and in samadhi, it is still and unmoved. ?
This is the celestial calligraphy that wipes out the wisdom and supernatural powers.
Lu Zhou raised his right hand.
Pale blue energy lingers in his fingers.
Snapped.
Lu Zhou's expression was indifferent, his index finger and middle finger clamped Luo Shisan's blade!
Thousands of sword gangs dissipated immediately.
The crowd exclaimed.
how can that be?
Index and middle fingers turn!
boom!
The sword is broken!
Taking advantage of the situation, he patted Luo Shisan's chest.
Lu Zhou stepped on the holy ground, and the blue lotus energy did not sink into the ground, but it was faintly visible, the blue lotus leaves opened.
Luo Shisan seemed to have lost his thoughts and forgot to attack.
Palm print hits!
With another bang, Luo Shisan faced down and flew backwards.
Pfft!
Like a wicked dog eating shit, he lay on the ground...
Broken Sword fell from the air, and both halves fell in front of Luo Shisan.
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