Gao Yang's eyes were bloodshot!
Up until now, the Seven Colors Sword Sect had only 26 out of 83 people who had entered! The other sects were only slightly stronger than the Seven Colors Sword Sect. Little Zhong Mountain was almost completely annihilated, so the number of Swordsman left on the chessboard was only slightly more than two hundred!
When the monks used their core strength to form a defensive line, the Thorn Monk and Longhu Arhat's strong defense made it difficult for the Swordsman to advance!
Gao Yang, Chuan Dou, Mo Wen, and the other leaders were silent. The other leaders of the Sword Vein were long gone. It wasn't that the three of them were stronger than the others, but that their luck was better and they didn't encounter any unshakable monks.
As for whether they should continue to persevere, they couldn't express their opinion, because their opinions were meaningless and couldn't change the situation!
There was no hope in fighting, and they couldn't achieve any goals!
Retreat, what was the point of this game? Was it just for the sake of a weak finish?
Now, every Swordsman only had one reason to fight, and that was for peace of mind and for their own perseverance. After fighting for such a long time, countless of their comrades had left them. The only thing they could do was to fight with all their might, just like their comrades who had left!
When the battle lost its goal, it became numb, and it also lost its passion!
Chuan Dou sighed, "We can't help him anymore!"
The other two were speechless and didn't know what to say. To a Swordsman, if you couldn't defeat your enemy even if you gave up your life, the impact on your state of mind would be fatal!
Just as the three of them were in a daze, a new change occurred on the chessboard. The heavens and the earth shook, and everyone was at a loss. However, they felt that the center of the shaking was where the flag was!
The bright yellow flag started to sway left and right, as if someone was shaking it underneath, like a child shaking a jujube tree full of fruits!
In the next moment, the bright yellow military flag fell and straightened again. The ten thousand feet tall flag had already been lifted up by someone. In the next moment, even with the flag, the person had already moved twenty feet away, completely escaping the range of the Buddhist Arhat Formation.
There was also an arrogant laughter, "I'm riding my little motorcycle, no more traffic jams …"
"Stop him!"
"Surround him, don't let him escape!"
The voices of the monks rose and fell one after another. The battle on the left flank had come to an end. Without this banner, the Sword Vein's attack would have lost its target, and the monks' iron wall defense would have been meaningless!
Under the command of the presiding monk, the Arhats split into several teams and chased after their own flags. This kind of situation seemed to have never happened in history, and they were completely confused about how to deal with it. However, one thing they were very clear about was that if this flag was allowed to sway all over the chessboard, it might really cause something to happen!
Therefore, they still had to block it! However, his legs were too short to block it! Dozens of monks with fast movement speed had already begun to chase after him. Among them, the fastest monk, Thorn Monk, could already move nine squares in one go. However, this speed paled in comparison to the flag. It was impossible for them to keep up!
Mo Wen shouted. "Quick, quick, quick. Get into formation and form a circular defensive stratagem. Once we are in formation, the military flag might run back. Then, we can be with the military flag!"
Gao Yang also shouted, "Move to the border! The arc stratagem is the most secure. We can avoid attacks from one side! "
The change was sudden. The basis for their reaction was that after their crimson flag had been snatched away by the monks, there had been two Swordsman from Little Zhong Mountain who had tried to take it back. Of course, they had not succeeded, but it could be considered as a capture of the flag!
However, after Bitter Meditation's yellow flag had been snatched away, no monks had entered. If they could maintain this situation, would the Heaven and Earth Chessboard take this into consideration when determining the outcome?
Everything was a mess. Since the appearance of the devil knife and the one-eared ear, all the changes had become confusing. They did not take the usual path, and many situations had occurred that had not been explicitly stated in the rules!
This was good, as there was still a chance!
Their hope was to find a corner and defend to the death, waiting for the yellow flag to run back into the formation on its own! The possibility of this idea succeeding was very high, as the military flag would not run away on its own. The key was that the person running with the flag below was their comrade, a Swordsman!
The small motorcycle ran very fast! The movement speed of twenty squares was something that none of the monks present could compare with!
Yes, the movement speed of thirty squares had been reduced to ten squares because of the military flag! The large motorcycle had now become a small motorcycle!
However, it did not matter. A small motorcycle was still a motorcycle. The strongest monk among the monks, the Thorn Monk, had only won seventeen matches and could only move nine squares. His speed was half of the original, and he could only follow behind and eat sh * t!
As he ran, he observed the situation on the chessboard. The monks' pursuit was within his expectations, and he was also well aware of the Swordsman's intentions! Nearly two hundred people shouted together, "Here, here!"
How could he not understand their intentions?
However, he did not want to go there! He would defend to the death! Then he would watch as the Swordsman beside him fell one by one! In the end, victory or defeat would be decided by the Heaven and Earth Chessboard!
He felt that he could do the rest on his own. Perhaps he had other better and more interesting ideas? At this point, with his personality, how could he follow the rules? Of course, he would do whatever he wanted. Do whatever he wanted, and cause trouble!
Just treat it as a game!
He circled around the chessboard. From the looks of it, he wanted to shake off the monks and wait for the Swordsman's sword formation to form before circling back. This was also the opinion of everyone present!
Therefore, even the ten strong monks from Xiaozhong Mountain chased after him, hoping to intercept him. At least, they could not let him run too casually!
Among them, the third monk, the Thorn Monk, was included! However, his movement speed was only five squares. It seemed that he had not experienced many battles. Compared to the Thorn Monk behind Lou Xiaoyi who could move nine squares, he was much weaker!
There were also people who understood! The Thorn Monk who could move five squares had just chased after him for fifteen squares. Under the control of the Arhat Formation, Jue Fei was already flustered and exasperated!
"Don't leave the flag! He can also take the blood flag! "
Too late!
The moment the Thorn Monk stepped out of the last five squares, he was only four squares away from the motorcycle. Lou Xiaoyi smirked. His body flashed and he, along with the yellow flag, had already inserted himself into the space of the blood flag!
There was also a Dragon Tiger Arhat guarding the space of the blood flag. However, with his strength, how could he block the ferocious Sword Lunatic?
After finishing off the Dragon Tiger Arhat, he began to pull out the blood flag! He had already experienced it once. Moreover, the blood flag was different from the yellow flag. The majority of the blood flag was blood red. It was the same color flag. Pulling it out was easy!
During this time, another Arhat Monk risked his life to stop him. Because the main battlefield was too far away, the monks knew that the battle would not spread here. Therefore, the monks' defense of the blood flag was not tight enough!
Now, it was time for them to suffer the consequences of their negligence!
This did not pose a threat to Lou Xiaoyi at all! When he finished off this ordinary Luohan Monk and popped his head out, he discovered that the dozen or so fast-moving monks from Little Zhong Mountain were rushing back! The closest Thorn Monk was only four squares away from him. It was only a step away!
He laughed out loud!
"I'll ride my little motorcycle. There will be no more traffic jams!"
He was already ten squares away, carrying two large flags on his shoulders. He was incomparably flashy!
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