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The surface of the lake was boiling, and the waves were rising.

Under Li Dao's perception, many white skeletons in the lake were entwined with chess pillars. They wanted to rush out of the lake, but they were repelled by a force.

His two consciousnesses began to recover bit by bit. The wind was thunderous and the clouds were dense. Snakes and lightning danced wildly in the sky.

Sai Hua Tuo, Xiao Yao, and the others were all stunned by this scene.

"Is this really manpower? "It's hard to imagine just what kind of experts the grandmaster and Ying Shuntian were back then …" Sai Hua Tuo mumbled to himself.

Even his hands were trembling. As long as he could obtain the treasures left behind by the Sword Saint Master and Ying Shuntian, he would be able to reign supreme over the world. There was no need to be afraid of Li Dao.

Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, the waves parted and the white and black chess pillars rose up to a height of more than 20 meters.

Streams of light overflowed from the surface of the lake as the world of Chu, He and Han appeared.

Ren Qianxing and Yan Zhaofeng stood atop their respective marshals, watching the entire chess game unfold.

"You first or me?" Ren Qianxing asked.

"On account of you being a brother, I'll let you go first." Yan Xiufeng very generously replied.

However, standing on the shore, Sai Hua Tuo and the others were anxious, "How can I give up on the first step, the battle to the death, we should be taking it step by step."

He was not worried at all. He did not care who won or lost. As long as Yan Zang Feng and Ren Qianxing were injured, he would be able to stand out and be the final villain.

"Yan Zang Feng, Yan Zang Feng, you will regret your carelessness!"

As Ren Qianxing spoke, he waved his right hand and shouted, "Cannon two into eight!"

The black chess pillar flew into the air and descended, devouring the white horse.

"What method is this?" Yan Zhaofeng furrowed his brows as he asked in confusion.

"I would rather lose my son than lose my power. This is the first move of the Thousand Spirit Chess Index." Ren Qianxing's lips curled up, showing that victory was within his grasp.

"The second best is the eighth!"

Yan Zhaofeng didn't continue arguing with Ren Qianxing. With a wave of his hand, the white cannon devoured the black horse.

Ren Qianxing laughed as the black cannon shot out and destroyed the white taxi.

Only then did Yan Zhaofeng come to his senses. If he followed him, wouldn't he be a fool if he was one step ahead of Yan Zhaoge?

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, with Ren Qianxing closing in on him step by step, Luozi didn't even need to think about it.

Yan Zhaofeng passively endured Ren Qianxing's attacks. Every step he took required him to ponder for a very long time, and he wore a worried look on his face.

When a person's attack power was too strong, the person would only focus on attacking. When playing chess, the person would focus on killing the opponent, not caring about the person's own danger.

Ren Qianxing was currently in this state. Having practiced Thousand Chance Chess, he closed in on his opponent every step of the way. It was all a set and a killing move, he didn't even care about the contestant beneath his feet.

Six hours later, Ren Qianxing and the other two black soldiers walked in front of the white marshal. If he took one more step forward and brought the two black pawns together, he would win.

"Hahahaha, Yan Zang Feng, what other words do you have to say for yourself? As long as I take one more step, you will lose. "

Ren Qianxing laughed maniacally as he asked Yan Zhaofeng.

Yan Zhaofeng's lips curled up in a smile, as he asked in a relaxed manner, "Really? It's a pity that you won't have the chance to take that step again. "

The white cannon suddenly retreated and stopped in front of the handsome officer, aiming at him. After crossing the river, one could only move forward and to the left, and couldn't retreat. If Ren Qianxing walked forward, then the soldier would be eaten. However, without moving forward, there was no way he could win.

On the other hand, besides the cannon, Yan Zhaofeng also had two soldiers. In other words, Ren Qianxing had already lost.

Looking at his own chess game, Ren Qianxing's face was filled with incredulity. "How is this possible? I have the Thousand Chance Chess Skill Book, how could I lose to you?"

"There is nothing that's impossible. Chess is like life, with every step you take there are countless possibilities. Thousand Spirit Chess is just a chess piece, if you play chess and only follow the chess board, then your life will forever be controlled by others. It's impossible to win the game. "

Yan Zhaofeng was in a very good mood as he spoke. He was originally a teacher, and preaching to others was what he was most adept at.

"No, I can't possibly lose. "Even if you win the game, we will still have to divide our sword techniques equally. Unless you can really defeat me, you will not be able to take away the treasure of the Life and Death Chess!"

As Ren Qianxing spoke, he unsheathed his crimson demon sword and sent it soaring into the sky, tearing apart the clouds.

Yan Zhaofeng shook his head as he pulled out the blue colored Heartsword. It was as if he had expected this would happen.