Chapter 80

"Spirit weapon!"

"Zhang Heng, your disciple has a spirit instrument." the speaker is a strong man in the golden elixir period of the Sanskrit Pavilion. His eyes are splitting and his eyes are red. "A spirit instrument, it's a spirit instrument..."

"That's my apprentice's chance, old man. If you dare to move some crooked ideas, don't blame me for killing you all over the house regardless of my fellow disciples!" friar Jindan, who called Zhang Heng, snorted. The man next to him looked at him with hatred and turned his head. Zhang Heng pulled off the corner of his mouth and then threw his attention on the chessboard again, with a proud smile on his face, My heart is very worried.

You bastard, why did you use all the harps? Don't you have nothing to do? Although the strength of haoqimen boy is also good, how can he expose his cards before the last minute? Can spiritual tools be used freely? Asshole!

At this time, Wu Weibing naturally didn't know what his master was thinking. He only knew that his heart was itchy. If he didn't vent, he was afraid that the itch would go deep into the bone marrow and invade the Tao heart he had always insisted on and never wavered. Touching his harp and gently plucking the strings, he transferred the itch accumulated in his heart to the air through the rhythm, which turned into pleasure, into Lingyun's ambition, and into an omnipresent attack.

At the beginning, the sound of the harp is like the impact of Kunlun jade, the sound is clear and crisp, like the whisper between lovers, like the spring wind blowing the ripples of willows, like the rain beating the plantains, and the wind breaking the peach blossoms, which makes people immersed in the breeze and drizzle. Let the wisps of aura invade the body unconsciously until the sound changes suddenly, such as the Phoenix crying blood and the dragon roaring. In the blink of an eye, the monk's meridians on the chessboard are damaged, Even explode and die. Finally, the harp playing slowed down again, and the voice was like crying, like mourning for the dead and injured.

At the end of the song, only Jin Zhongliang could stand on the chessboard, and everyone was surprised under the stage. Su Hanjin was more shocked than others, because she remembered in her post that Jin Zhongliang killed all sides in the sect competition, took the lead, attracted countless people's eyes, and many female road builders a also secretly agreed with him. In that case, why can someone show such strength and shock people with such an appearance at the beginning. On the chessboard, one is sitting and one is standing. At this time, the expression on the sitting person's face is not as serious as before, but his eyes are bright, like the light of the bright moon.

"Sanskrit Pavilion, Wu Weibing." he looked leisurely, his index finger pressed tightly on a string, and his smile was sincere.

"Haoqimen, Jin Zhongliang." Jin Zhongliang has never paid attention to the competition during the foundation construction period, but now he realizes that there is an opponent here, which deserves his attention. He put away his contempt, smiled and said, "we can only leave one on this chessboard."

"Well, let's start!" Wu Wei Bingshi released his finger, and the harp made a "pa" sound. A aura shot out from the string and shot at Jin Zhongliang with the momentum of thunder, followed by the second, third, fourth and fifth

The sound of "Pa Pa Pa" exploded in the air, and the monks' hearts stepped on drums one after another. Ten thousand auras are in full bloom, which makes people tremble.

Jin Zhongliang can't hide, let alone retreat. He stands on the edge of the chessboard. Retreating at this time is equivalent to losing. He couldn't escape. It was all in a flash. It's an unparalleled spirit weapon in the world. It only existed in the legend tens of thousands of years ago. It's easy to kill friar Jindan. Jin Zhongliang's defeat is settled.

All the monks present, except Su Hanjin, thought so. However, when they sighed, a voice said, "the spirit is really powerful." a golden tower appeared out of thin air in front of Jin Zhongliang. Jin Zhongliang's face was as heavy as water and drank it up!

Wu Weibing's Phoenix head harp is a spirit weapon, while Jin Zhongliang's small tower seems to be a high-level magic weapon, and the two sides are not above the same level. However, at this time, although the power of the small tower to the spirit weapon is unstable, it does not break immediately.

"Nine story silence tower." others don't know, but Su Hanjin knows this magic weapon. Jin Zhongliang is a big "artifact", a growth magic weapon. It shouldn't be difficult to absorb these attacks in the back. It just seems that it still has some power to swallow the harp. It should be the reason why Jin Zhongliang didn't grow enough soon after he got the magic weapon.

Everyone wondered why the magic weapon could resist the spirit weapon, but Su Hanjin didn't see a trace of surprise in Wu Weibing's eyes. He was indifferent to everything around him, and only the harp was in his eyes. The music was just a simple single tone. I don't know when it became a song again. It was like a violent storm, which made Su Hanjin think of ambush on all sides. That exquisite chessboard should be able to block the attack, but at this time, Su Hanjin clearly heard the sound of banging. There were some cracks on the light curtain, which opened quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, causing the old man's face to change suddenly.

"Continue to add spirit stones into the tripod!" seeing that the situation was bad, he immediately gave an order. The friars waiting nearby acted immediately and threw pieces of medium-quality spirit stones into the tripod. The old man looked at me with a cold look. One of the friars grabbed the dustpan and poured the spirit stones in. At this time, the continued expansion of the crack was stopped slightly.

These golden elixir friars dare not accept the damage caused by the spirit instrument, and their magic weapons are as vulnerable as babies in front of the spirit instrument. If the exquisite chessboard boundary is allowed to continue to break, I'm afraid all the monks below the golden elixir period will die! Thinking of this, the old man roared at Zhang Heng of the Sanskrit Pavilion, "old Zhang, throw all the Lingshi into me. If your disciple goes on like this, will he lift my mighty Qi gate?"

However, at this time, there was a sudden change on the chessboard. Jin Zhongliang's golden tower suddenly burst out a golden light and rushed straight into the sky. At this time, the situation on the field turned sharply, the small tower suddenly became larger, hovered over the chessboard, and swallowed all the attacks of the phoenix head harp.

After eating the attack of spirit weapon, the silence tower has been upgraded

Su Hanjin: "

She could not make complaints about the golden fingers.

"Before that, you were a good opponent." Jin Zhongliang's voice came from the chessboard. It gave people a vague feeling and added a bit of mystery. "I hope you can be my opponent in the future."

When his voice fell, he saw a fiery red dragon emerge from behind him, rush into the sky, roam in the blue sky for a moment, and then dive down. It was majestic and majestic, which made people feel timid. However, when the dragon was about to hit the chessboard, it stopped abruptly, then meandered up and gave a pleasant dragon chant, Then he lovingly lifted the small tower. Just when everyone was stunned, the Dragon suddenly opened his eyes. In a moment, the magnificent aura came from all directions, forming a huge vortex on Kim Jong Liang's head. The Dragon hovered on the vortex, and the flame rose all over his body, absorbing and refining the aura one by one.

Kim Jong Il has married Dan.

He himself is the golden elixir period. Now he has made such a difference to make everyone look at him with new eyes. In the eyes of outsiders, Jin Zhongliang had such a powerful cultivation just after he married the pill, which was comparable to the middle of the golden pill, and the power of the fire dragon was no one. Su Hanjin saw that the head of Haoqi sect smiled at this time, while the faces of other factions were more gloomy, and the most ugly one was Zhang Heng of fanyin Pavilion, that is, Wu Weibing's master.

"Now, you are no longer my opponent." Jin Zhongliang said slowly. His body was floating in the air, his white robe moved with the wind, his feet were on fire, his eyes were flat, and there was no arrogance and complacency. He just looked at Wu Weibing sitting quietly. This silence already contained strong self-confidence.

"Really?" Wu Wei raised his head fiercely, and a wicked smile arose from the corners of his mouth. His fingers gently brushed strings, and his body gradually faded, rippling like water lines, becoming shallower and shallower, hidden in the clouds. The phoenix head harp has changed. Sixteen strings are integrated, and the harp itself seems to become a bow.

"Bastard! This bastard!" he is not used to being free and loose. He works only three parts. What's crazy today? Zhang Heng yelled and scolded, and immediately rushed to the chessboard. Seeing that he could not break through the restriction of the exquisite chessboard, he was going to destroy the bronze Ding. As a result, he was stopped by the strong man of the golden elixir of Haoqi gate, "the competition is not over yet. Does Zhang Chang always break the rules?"

"Go away! Who dares to stop me!"

However, at this time, water lines appeared one after another on the chessboard, rippling in circles, like a light wind blowing across the river. However, it was such tenderness that the boundary of the exquisite chessboard was broken at a very fast speed. Several golden elixir giants were shocked and jointly controlled the leakage of authority on the chessboard. At this time, Zhang Heng couldn't stop even if he wanted to.

The harp is a bow and the body is an arrow. The sound of the string, like a war drum, rushed to Kim Jong Liang, who stood proudly opposite, with the fury of destroying everything. This desperate attack is Wu Weibing's catharsis, which turns the itch in his heart into the pleasure of fighting, and becomes a heavy brush on the road of longevity!

Unfortunately, his opponent is Kim Jong Il.

The roar of the fire dragon hovering in the air formed a fire wall in front of Jin Zhongliang. The power of the arrow was swallowed and consumed. When it hit Jin Zhongliang, it was less than one tenth of the original. But even this tenth of his power changed Kim Jong Liang's face. He stepped back three steps and almost fell off the chessboard. After standing firm, Su Hanjin clearly saw that a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Kim Jong Liang's mouth.

Kim Jong Liang was injured. This make complaints about what is Tucao stickers. Su Hanjin suddenly realized that she didn't hear Jin Zhongliang's voice. This was her only cheating device, but she didn't at this time, which was enough to prove that there was no such paragraph in the original text.

Small butterflies flutter their wings, and those subtle changes flow into rivers like a trickle, which will one day set off huge waves.

As long as you live, there is hope. (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly ticket at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)