Chapter 585 The wind is still the same

Chapter 585 The wind is still the same

"Nine sons break the endgame!" The four sects of qin, chess, calligraphy and painting glanced at each other, and they all saw a trace of astonishment in each other's eyes.

The rest of the Wutian Sect disciples had even different expressions, some stunned and some shocked.

"Although I don't know how far he can stop, however, he will definitely not stop at fifty rounds! Senior Brother Qin, what do you say?" Seeing this, Shuzong chuckled.

Hearing this, the other two also looked at Qin Zong playfully, seeing this, Qin Zong sighed helplessly, and his heart ached, maybe this kid really won't stop at fifty rounds.

If Ye Chen's nine sons broke the endgame before, then what about this time?

This was done twice in a row, which undoubtedly showed Ye Chen's strength.

Standing in the wind and snow, after Ye Chen broke the game, his eyes were closed again, and his spiritual power spread out, enveloping the chessboard.

A trace of understanding flowed in Ye Chen's heart, and the more he understood this endgame, the more Ye Chen felt the horror of this endgame.

"If you take a wrong step, it will inevitably cause a killing move in this endgame!" Ye Chen muttered softly, opened his eyes, and looked along the mountain road.

The chessboard was scattered, and these chessboards were no less than a martial arts treasure in Ye Chen's eyes.

"Let's go!" Ye Chen turned his back to Concubine Su and walked towards the next chessboard on foot, due to the freezing of the day, Concubine Su's face was slightly pale.

With her eyes slightly raised, Concubine Su glanced at the chessboard with a slight dazed look, just as Ye Chen felt the sword intent in this chessboard, Concubine Su was also understanding.

What surprised Concubine Su was that she could actually perceive something from that sword intent, but she couldn't say what it was.

This chess path was like a giant dragon coiled on Wutian Mountain, and Ye Chen approached step by step, sometimes breaking the game, sometimes feeling the sword intent.

Time is like quicksand at your fingertips, and you can't hold it. And for Ye Chen now, there is no concept of time at all.

For Ye Chen, time seemed to be piled up with the endgames, the interlocking traps and killing moves in the endgame, the endless sword intent and martial arts understanding, which deeply attracted Ye Chen.

If romance is poison for a man in love, it makes people unable to extricate themselves. Then the endgame in front of him was undoubtedly a poison for Ye Chen, and he couldn't extricate himself.

Inadvertently, Ye Chen forgot about the wind and the snow, and completely entered the artistic conception of selflessness.

The wind of the Nine Sons cracking the endgame is still continuing on Ye Chen, the third endgame is like this, the fourth endgame is the same, and the tenth endgame is also the same.

The look on everyone's faces was uncertain, from the initial astonishment, to the shock, to the current numbness.

In front of this young man, most of the disciples of the Wutian Sect had a feeling of inferiority, they had been pondering these remnants since they were children, but they couldn't be as chic as Ye Chen.

With a gesture, the endgame was resolved, and Ye Chen's actions undoubtedly convinced the Wutian Sect disciples present.

What puzzled the disciples of the Martial Heaven Sect was that whenever Ye Chen solved a wreck, he would have to stand in place and pause for a few moments before continuing to move forward.

However, the Wutian Five Sects understood Ye Chen's intentions, and a trace of astonishment appeared in his eyes, and he immediately shook his head slightly, this kid actually realized those sword intents in public.

The sword intent of the predecessors is undoubtedly an intangible property of the sect, and many sects also attach great importance to this.

Therefore, each sect is not generous enough to give the sword intent of its predecessors to other sect disciples to understand, if one of the sect disciples understands, then it is taboo.

However, Wu Tianzong didn't have much restraint on this, so the five of them didn't forbid Ye Chen to comprehend the sword intent.

The succession of the sun, moon and stars is the law of nature itself, and its starlight shines through the thin clouds on this long sword path.

The wind and snow were still there, Ye Chen braved the wind and snow, and under the guidance of the starlight, Ye Chen slowly walked forward.

As the endgame is broken more and more, Ye Chen's chess skills have inadvertently improved, and he is more comfortable in solving this endgame.

The tenth endgame, the twentieth endgame, the thirtieth endgame, the fortieth endgame, the forty-ninth endgame, when the first rays of dawn between heaven and earth fell at the ends of the earth, Ye Chen finally stood in front of the fiftieth chessboard.

With Ye Chen's spiritual power, it was extremely easy to hear the conversation of those people on Wutian Mountain.

Raising his head, looking at the end of the chess path, and glancing, Ye Chen smiled faintly, and even his mind was immersed in the endgame in front of him.

Feeling Ye Chen's gaze, Qin Zong smiled helplessly, shook his head and said, "Maybe my guess is wrong, this kid won't stop at the fifty endgame!"

"Perhaps?" Shuzong smiled faintly and said, "It seems that there is still a glimmer of hope in Senior Brother Qin's heart, hehe, Senior Brother Qin is still ready to brew a hundred fruits!"

Hearing this, the rest of the people all chuckled. Thinking of Baiguo Brew, the corners of Qin Zong's mouth twitched, that thing he was reluctant to drink in the past!

The sunspots transformed by the sword qi were sprinkled on the chessboard, and these sunspots formed several encirclements, but the white ones could not be killed.

"If you can't kill it cleanly, then you will rob and kill, use Baizi to rob and kill, form a situation where the corners are curved and curved, and then carry out net killing!" Opening his eyes, Ye Chen's sword finger was slightly raised, and the sword qi turned into Baizi.

The sword fingers quickly pointed forward and counted nine times, and the nine finger shadows overlapped together, and when the ninth son fell, the fierce sword intent shattered, and the chessboard composed of its sword qi also shattered.

There is no doubt that this endgame has been solved by Ye Chen, a smile appeared at the corner of Ye Chen's mouth, Ye Chen shook his head slightly, and continued to walk forward.

At the chess table, several people from the book sect looked at Qin Zong with smiles on their faces, and when they caught a glimpse of the eyes of several people, Qin Zong was annoyed for a while, this hundred fruit brew could not be saved.

Catching a glimpse of the smile on the corner of the painting sect's mouth, the corner of Qin Zong's mouth twitched, and he scolded with a smile: "Senior brother painting, you can't keep your hundred fruit brew, now you laugh at me, there will be a time for you to cry in a while!"

Hearing this, the painting sect looked stunned, thinking of Ye Chen's picture of the extremely windy sāo cracking the endgame, the painting sect couldn't help but worry, maybe that kid would not stop at the hundred endgames.

The Nine Sons broke the game and became Ye Chen's signature, the sixtieth, seventieth, eightieth, and ninetieth paths, and on the evening of the third day, Ye Chen finally came to the hundredth chessboard.

At this moment, the painting sect finally experienced the faint sadness of the previous Qin sect, this kid is really *** perverted.

Despite this, there was still a glimmer of hope in the heart of the painting sect, hoping that this kid would be trapped by this hundredth endgame.

However, it backfired, after thinking for a moment, Ye Chen's sword finger was slightly raised, and he quickly pointed forward a few times, his fingers and shadows overlapped, and the moment Bai Zi fell, the sword qi dissipated, and the hundredth endgame was solved!

The roar of Bai Zi falling seemed to resound in the ears of the painting sect, and the qin sect chuckled out a few times.

"Alas, if you change your position, it's different to laugh!" Qin Zong chuckled, turned his face, and smiled at Qi Zong: "Senior Brother Qi, don't be complacent, two hundred endgames are just the length of time!"

Hearing this, the smile on Qi Zong's face instantly froze, that kid is not that strong!

The wind sāo of the nine sons to solve the endgame is still there, but when the one hundred and fifty endgames are more than one, this wind sāo is no more.

Seeing this, the chess sect was also a little relieved, and the number of children Ye Chen cracked the endgame continued to increase, but what puzzled the chess sect was that Ye Chen was still not trapped by an endgame.

The length of time it takes to solve the endgame varies, and Ye Chen is always so chic to unravel this.

160, 170, 180, 190.

On the sixth day, Ye Chen finally stood in front of the two-hundredth chessboard.

The whole audience was paying attention to Ye Chen's every move, if Ye Chen's sword eyebrows were slightly furrowed, Qi Zong would breathe a sigh of relief, however, there were some things that even if you resisted, it would still come as scheduled.

A moment later, Ye Chen made a move, and only the ninth son cracked the endgame again.

A bitter smile appeared at the corner of the chess sect's mouth, and among the four people, only the scholar was the happiest laughing now, resounding throughout the chess table.

The corners of the other three's mouths twitched, my hundred fruit brews RO@!