The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

"pa!"

Behind Yi Feng's head, Yan Chuan put his palm on it.

"hu hu hu!"

Yi Feng's hair suddenly disappeared automatically, as if he had experienced the game of chess on a fighting platform most thoroughly.

Yan Chuan looked at Doutai, and instilled all his own understanding, analysis, and brain into Yi Feng.

It's just a disassembly of the chessboard, an understanding of the chessboard. Yan Chuan's vision for many years is naturally much more than that of Yi Feng.

Yi Feng seemed to be on the chessboard for an instant, and quickly understood the chess game of Meng Ziqiu and Sima Yuntian.

"hong long long!"

On the fighting platform, Sima Yuntian grabbed the chess pieces and kept falling. In his eyes, the fighting intent was raging, one by one, pressing every step of the way.

Meng Ziqiu brows slightly wrinkle. Keep falling. All around Haoran's righteousness is getting more and more, and the entire Doutai is dyed white by the two people's righteousness.

all around tens of thousands of Confucianists, because watching this game of chess, nearly 10,000 people's moods were severely injured, and they vomited blood and didn't dare to watch it more.

This game, Peak's chess! It has been down for three full hours, and the sky is already dark. Haoran's righteousness is even more brilliant.

"Give me justice!" Sima Yuntian fell all at once.

"pa!"

"bang!"

The gravel surrounding the two suddenly exploded. Suddenly exploded to all directions.

A strong wind blows from the chessboard to all directions, and Meng Ziqiu's chess piece caught in the air, unable to fall for a long time.

The great sages in the distance all trembled.

"It's over!" a great sage whispered.

"pa!" Meng Ziqiu crushed the chess piece in his hand.

Looking up, looked towards Sima Yuntian with a fierce look, faintly sighed: "You won!"

"bang!"

The sky suddenly exploded to.

"ang !" "ang !" "ang !"

The three golden dragons of luck suddenly let out a mournful cry.

The sea of ​​clouds is filled with air, and suddenly flows towards Fengshence.

Fengshence seems to have a huge suction, fiercely absorbing the billowing fortune and luck.

"ang!"

The golden dragon screams for air luck, the air luck is lost, and the Confucianism in the four directions all reveal a surprised look.

"This, Sect Master failed?"

"Impossible, how can my Julu Academy fail?"

"Why, how can Sect Master fail? Now?"

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Giant The great Confucian scholars of Lu Academy are all sorrowful.

The five great sages are even more sorrowful.

The luck of Julu Academy has been around for fifty thousand years. This is the first time it has been lost! It's the first time someone snatched it!

"hahahaha, father, grandfather, Old Ancestor, open your eyes and see, I won, I made Julu Academy pay the price!"

Sima Yuntian suddenly laughs Facing the sky, in the long laugh, two lines of tears slipped unconsciously. After years of grievances, I was finally able to retaliate.

"hong long long!"

In this flow, nearly 1/4/2021 of the fortune will flow into Fengshence, above the sea of ​​fortune, and even a golden dragon. , Also suddenly annihilated consciousness and flowed into the Fengshen Strategy.

"ang!"

In Fengshen Strategy, there is also a Golden Dragon suddenly.

Consciousness disappeared, but after the Fengshen strategy, a new consciousness was born again.

A Golden Dragon belonging to Fengshence appeared. The Golden Dragon surrounded Fengshence and roared into the sky.

"ang!"

The entire Giant Deer City is filled with the excited roar of Golden Dragon.

The flow of air luck stopped, and Sima Yuntian won a 1/4/2021 air luck in a chess fight.

all around countless cultivators watched this scene in astonishment, fighting for luck, is it too easy?

Sima Yuntian comforts the spirit of the ancestors.

Meng Ziqiu slowly backed away.