When the flying sword could not bear the weight and broke, Chai Qingshan swallowed the blood that had surged to his throat. He took a step forward and pointed forward with two fingers. He shouted, "Borrow the sword." The long sword on the young girl's back instantly flew out of its scabbard. Like a young serpent coming out of the water, a green energy as thick as the mouth of a well smashed forward.
The present Liyang River and Lake had not reached the stage of withering incense, but people with eyes could see that it was turning from prosperity to decline. It was rumored that Huang Sanjia had gone against the flow and poured the remaining luck of the Eight Kingdoms of Spring and Autumn into the pool of the jianghu. Therefore, in the past twenty years, the water was full. The jianghu of Liyang seemed to be full of vegetation and life, but in reality, there were not many trees left. The liveliness would not last long.
In this city that was the most virtuous in the world, Gu Jiantang and Xie Guanying were no longer in the city. Yang Taisui, Han Shengxuan, Master Liu Hao, and Qi Jiajie had died one after another. The Qi cultivators of the Imperial Astronomer had almost all died. The two large formations that were the eyes of the formation had been destroyed in the hands of Hsu Fengnian.
Therefore, Chai Qingshan had to stand out.
The old man was for the sect, for his disciple, and for his own way of the sword.
When the long sword in the scabbard of the young girl came at him like a swimming dragon, Cao Changqing was still unmoved. He smiled faintly, his right hand holding a piece, his left hand brushing the cuff of his right hand. He seemed to be whispering to someone, "There was once someone in Da Chu who used troops, the more the better. He was unstoppable. In seventy-two major and minor battles, he did not lose a single one.
He placed the piece lightly.
The flying sword with a powerful presence fell to the ground three zhang away. It was like a huge rock that had smashed into the ground, causing dust to fly.
Cao Changqing did not look at the long sword. He only looked at a black piece that jumped out of the box and landed on the chessboard. At the same time, he reached out to pick up a round and cool white piece. He said with a smile, "There was someone in Da Chu who wrote poems that were like a bow of a hundred stones, a crossbow of a thousand catties, like a full moon hanging above the heads of the people. It caused the younger generation to have the thought that they could only kowtow and not speak. It is truly magnificent."
When the piece landed, the steles in front of the China Child Prison in Great Peace City cracked inch by inch.
"There's someone in Da Chu who talks as if he's possessed by a deity. The chess piece on his wrist is like a fierce general fighting for his life. His spirit is extraordinary."
As the chess piece was placed, Cao Zhangqing slightly straightened the root-like white chess piece that had deviated slightly. At the same time, all the crossbow bolts that had been shot at his "opponent" were blown away by a gust of wind and quickly slid out of their original trajectories.
"The people of Da Chu, the Milky Way is brilliant. There have been fables from various philosophers, teachings from eminent monks, and sermons from enlightened people. Why should the human world envy the heavens?"
On the chessboard, the black and white Go pieces flew down.
The old ancestor of the Wu family's sword tomb, Wu Jian, finally made his move. This family's sword path leader, whose family's sword art was the world's sword art, did not descend from the top of the city walls.
From the outer city to the imperial city, all the city gates opened at the same time. Then, a thin but extremely long Sword Qi went from north to south, all the way south.
This wisp of Sword Qi had the momentum of a thousand riders crashing into each other.
After Chai Qingshan attacked, he did not turn his head. After Wu Jian attacked, he still did not turn his head.
Cao Changqing said softly, "In the spring and autumn, the wind and rain are turbulent. Some people cry, some hide from the rain under the eaves, some use umbrellas. Only Da Chu will not hide from the rain. I would rather die in the rain than live under someone else's roof."
The Sword Qi paused slightly when it was three zhang away from Cao Changqing. Then it suddenly exerted force and charged out two and a half zhang.
The Sword Qi didn't dissipate until it was twenty feet away.
When the second Sword Qi came out of the city, a pillar of light coincidentally hit the head of the old man at the gates of the imperial city.
The old master of the Wu family sword tomb raised his hand and shattered it with a wave of his sleeve. His face paled slightly and the ground he was standing on caved in. The old man with his back to the gates of the imperial city slowly walked out of the large hole and stepped out.
There was a straight line from the front of him to the imperial road south of Great Peace City. The crack that appeared on the ground was like a long sword.
This sword was not more than an inch wide but it was several li long.
In this moment, the Sword Qi was about to leave the city.
Cao Changqing had coincidentally placed a piece closest to the chessboard in front of him.
At the beginning of the imperial road inside the city gates, a pillar of light fell down like a long sword cutting a snake.
Wu Jian, who had left the city with the Sword Qi, stood at the gates of the city. He did not have a sword in his hand but made a sword drawing posture. He shouted, "Cao Changqing! It is not easy to come by, turn back and be saved! "
Cao Changqing picked up a piece. This time, before he could place it, the piece at his fingertips shattered.
A snowy white sword light appeared in the air to his side.
Then there was the sound of an enormous collision like the morning bell and evening drum ringing in their ears.
Everyone on the city walls and below the city walls widened their eyes. They saw dust fill the air where the indigo-robed person was sitting. It was impossible to see that person's figure.
When the dust settled, everyone was on tenterhooks again.
Cao Changqing had not died under that sword and continued to remain motionless.
The earth where he was sitting had been shaved off several feet so Cao Changqing was sitting in the air.
The black and white pieces on the chessboard did not move at all.
The white-haired middle-aged Confucian scholar finally raised his head. He did not look at the Sword Tomb Family Master in the northern city gate, but turned his head to the south. He said softly, "You are in this Great Chu, whether you live or die, I am also here, always will be here."
At this time, almost everyone's heart trembled.
A woman in purple stood up from a tall building in Great Peace City.
She lightly landed on the imperial road.
Her body leaned forward slightly and she started to run out of the city.
Her form, will, energy, and spirit were all at the peak of the world.
Even the Wu Family Sword Tomb Old Ancestor standing at the end of the imperial road had to avoid her.
He let her charge out of the city.
Cao Changqing placed his piece extremely slowly this time.
The purple robe, purple aura, and purple rainbow charged to within ten feet of Cao Changqing.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng on the snowy plains of Mount Hui.
The purple robe crashed within ten feet and then stopped. The woman's fingers were like hooks and were only two or three feet away from Cao Changqing's head.
Cao Changqing, who was indifferent to this, leaned forward, one hand holding his sleeve to avoid messing up the chessboard. When this piece landed, the sound was especially crisp.
The sound of the piece landing softly sounded on the chessboard.
She was sent flying backward, her body tumbling in the air.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng's back was pressed against the city wall. Her eyes were cold, her elbows pressed against the city wall. Her knees were a mess and blood seeped out of the corner of her mouth.
The blue-robed Confucian scholar, who had been defeated at some point, sat quietly where he was. He bit his lips and shook his head.
The Confucian Saint of Da Chu, Cao Changqing. He finally said something, something he had not said for twenty years.
"This world says that you caused the fall of Da Chu. I, Cao Changqing! Do not agree! "
For the first time since he came to the city alone, he raised his hand high and then placed a piece heavily on the chessboard.
The clouds tumbled as they descended together.
The sky of the Central Plains dropped a hundred feet.
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