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"Spirit weapon!"

"Zhang Heng, your disciple actually has a spiritual weapon." The one who was speaking was a golden alchemy expert from the Fanyin Pavilion. His eyes were cracked and his eyes were red. "The spiritual weapon, it turned out to be a spiritual weapon..."

"That's the chance of my disciple, old man, if you dare to make some crooked thoughts, don't blame me for ignoring the affection of the same family, and slaughter you Huilou full of doors!" The golden core monk named Zhang Heng hummed, the man next to him Looking at him bitterly, turning his head, Zhang Heng pulled the corner of his mouth, and then turned his attention to the chessboard again. Although there was a smug smile on his face, he was very worried.

This bastard, how come you use all the hoops? Isn’t it okay to find trouble? Although Haoqimen's kid is also good, how can he reveal his cards before the last juncture? Can the spirit weapon be used casually? Damn it!

At this time, Wu Weibing naturally didn't know what his master was thinking. He only knew that his heart was itchy. If he didn't vent it, he was afraid that it would go deep into his bones and invade the Dao heart that he has always insisted on and never wavered. Touching his 箜篌, and gently plucking the strings, he transfers the itch accumulated in his heart through the rhythm into the air, turning it into pleasure, into a lofty aspiration, and also into an omnipresent attack.

The sound of the hung hung is like the knocking sound of Kunlun beautiful jade at first, like a whisper among lovers, like a spring breeze blowing on willows and ripples, like rain hitting a banana, the wind breaking the peach blossoms, making people immersed in the breeze and drizzle, let alone The strands of spiritual weapons intruded into the body ignorantly, until the sound changed suddenly, such as the phoenix crying blood, the dragon roaring, and in the blink of an eye, the monks' meridians on the chessboard were all damaged, and even (or) exploded. Death. At the end, the playing of that 箜篌 slowed down again, and the voice was like weeping, like mourning for the deceased.

At the end of the song, only Jin Zhongliang was able to stand on the chessboard, and everyone was shocked in the audience. Su Hanjin’s heart was shocked more than others, because she remembered the post saying that Jin Zhongliang was in the martial arts competition, killing all quarters, leading the coquettish style, attracting countless people's attention, and many female road builders also secretly promised him. That being the case, why is there a person who can show such strength, in the beginning, shocking people with such an appearance. On the chessboard, one person is sitting and the other standing. The expression on the face of the sitting person at this time is not as serious as before, but his eyes are bright, like the light of a bright moon.

"Fan Yin Pavilion, Wu Weibing." He has a leisurely expression, with his ten fingers pressed tightly on a string, and Chen (cheng) smiles sincerely.

"Hospitality, Jin Zhongliang." Jin Zhongliang has never looked at the base construction period, but now, he realizes that there is an opponent here that deserves his attention.

He put away his contempt, smiled slightly and said: "We can only keep one of us on this chessboard."

"Well, let's start!" Wu Weibing released his index finger, and the 箜篌 made a "pop" sound. An aura shot from the string and shot at Jin Zhongliang with the momentum of thunder, followed by the second, the first Three ways, fourth way, fifth way...

The sound of "Papa Papa" exploded in the air, and the hearts of the cultivators present stepped on drums one after another. All kinds of spiritual auras are coming together, and the dense clusters are frightening.

Jin Zhongliang couldn't hide, let alone retreat. He himself stood on the edge of the chessboard. Retreating at this time was equivalent to losing. He couldn't avoid it, and he couldn't retreat, all this was just in a flash. That is a unique spirit weapon in the world. It only exists in legends tens of thousands of years ago. Killing the Golden Core monk is also easy, and Jin Zhongliang's defeat is set.

The monks present, except for Su Hanjin, thought the same way, but when everyone sighed, a voice said unhurriedly: "The spirit weapon is really powerful." A small golden tower appeared out of nowhere and stood in front of Jin Zhongliang, and Jin Zhongliang's face sank. Rushui, drank it loudly!

Wu Weibing’s Fengshou 箜篌 is a spiritual weapon, while Jin Zhongliang’s small tower looks like a high-level magic weapon. Jin Zhongliang’s big “artifact”, a growth-type magic weapon, it should not be difficult to absorb these attacks in the back to be able to absorb these attacks. It just seems that the attack that it is devouring Huanghu now seems to be a bit difficult, it should be the reason why Jin Zhongliang has just obtained the magic weapon and has not grown enough.

Everyone was wondering why the magic weapon could fight the spirit energy, but Su Hanjin didn't see a trace of surprise from Wu Weibing's eyes. He was indifferent to everything around him, and only the 箜篌 was in his eyes. The music was originally just a single tone, but I don't know when it would become a song again. Like a gust of wind and rain, Su Hanjin thought of ambush on all sides. That Linglong chessboard should be able to block the attack, but at this time Su Hanjin clearly heard a popping sound, and some cracks appeared on the light curtain, which split quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, causing the old man's face to change suddenly.

"Continue to add spirit stones to the cauldron!" Seeing that the situation was not good, he immediately issued an order. The monk who had been waiting next to him acted immediately and threw pieces of medium-grade spirit stones into the cauldron. The monk snatched the dustpan from (middle) and poured the spirit stone inside. Only then did the crack continue to expand slightly.

The damage caused by the spirit stone, these golden core cultivators did not dare to coerce, and their magic weapons that seemed to be (rich?) were as vulnerable as a baby in front of the spirit weapon. If the Linglong chessboard barrier is allowed to continue to rupture, the monks below the Golden Core Stage may not escape death! Thinking of this, the old man yelled at Zhang Heng in the Fanyin Pavilion again, "Lao Zhang, all the Lingshi can be thrown in for me. If your apprentice keeps on doing this, is he going to lift my power?"

However, at this moment, an abnormal change occurred on the chessboard. Jin Zhongliang's small golden tower suddenly burst out with a golden light, rushing straight to the nine heavens. At this time, the situation on the field changed abruptly, and the small tower suddenly (the ground) became larger, hovering over the chessboard, swallowing all the attacks of Feng Shou Honghou.

After eating the attack of the spirit weapon, the tower of nirvana has been upgraded...

Su Hanjin: "..."

She was already unable to spit out the god-defying golden fingers.

"Before this, you were a very good opponent." Jin Zhongliang's voice came from the chessboard, and the voice faintly gave people a sense of ethereal and added a bit of mystery. "I hope you can become my opponent in the future."

When his voice fell, he saw a fiery red dragon emerge from behind him, rushing up into the sky, swam in the blue sky for a while, and then swooped down. The majestic and majestic coercion came on, making people feel timid. However, just when the dragon was about to hit the chessboard, it stopped abruptly, then snaked up, let out a happy dragon chant, and then lifted the small tower very affectionately. Just when everyone was stunned, the dragon suddenly opened its eyes. In an instant, majestic spirit instruments poured in from all directions, forming a huge vortex on top of Jin Zhongliang's head. The dragon hovered above the vortex, and the flames all over his body rose. , Absorb and refine those influx of spiritual energy one by one.

Jin Zhongliang has formed a pill.

He is the Golden Core Stage himself, and now he has created such a strange appearance (image) to make everyone admire him. In the eyes of outsiders, Jin Zhongliang had such a powerful cultivation base as soon as he had formed a pill, which was comparable to the mid-stage Jin Pill, and there was no one (invincible) in the power of the fire dragon. Su Hanjin saw the head of Haoqimen with a smile on his face at this time, while the faces of other schools were even more gloomy, and the most ugly face among them was Fan Yin Pavilion Zhang Heng, who was Wu Weibing's master.

"Now, you are no longer my opponent." Jin Zhongliang said slowly, his body floating in the air, his white robe moved with the wind, his feet on the flow of fire, his eyes were flat, without any pride or complacency, he just watched quietly. Wu Weibing, who is writing, still contains strong self-confidence in this silence.

"Really?" Wu Weibing raised his head abruptly, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth. He gently flicked the strings with his fingers, his body shape (shape) gradually faded, rippling like water lines, becoming shallower and shallower, hidden in the clouds. But the phoenix-headed 箜篌 was actually changed, the sixteen strings were integrated into one, and the 箜篌 itself seemed to be a bow.

"Bastard! This **** thing!" He is not accustomed to being free and loose, and he can only do things with a three-point effort. What is going on today? Zhang Heng lost his voice and screamed, and immediately rushed to the chessboard. Seeing that he couldn't break through the restrictions of Linglong's chessboard, he wanted to destroy the bronze cauldron, but was stopped by the powerful Jindan powerhouse. "The fight is not over yet, is Elder Zhang going to break the rules?"

"Get out! Who dares to stop me!"

But at this moment, water patterns appeared one after another on the chessboard, and the ripples rippled round and round, like a light breeze blowing across the river. However, it is this kind of tenderness that makes the enchantment of Linglong chessboard extremely powerful. Shattered at a fast speed, several Jin Dan stage experts were shocked, and jointly controlled the leakage of coercion on the chessboard. At this moment, Zhang Heng couldn't stop it even though he wanted to.

The 箜篌 is a bow, and the body is an arrow. The string sound surging like a war drum, with the raging waves that destroy everything, rushed to Jin Zhongliang who stood proudly on the opposite side. This desperate attack was Wu Weibing's catharsis, which turned his heart itch into the pleasure of fighting, and turned into a stroke of thorns and thorns in the longevity path!

It's a pity that his opponent is Jin Zhongliang.

The fire dragon hovering in the air roared, forming a wall of flames in front of Jin Zhongliang. The power of that arrow was swallowed and consumed. When it hit Jin Zhongliang, it was already less than one-tenth of the original. It's just that even this one-tenth of the power made Jin Zhongliang's face change. He stepped back three steps and almost fell off the chessboard. After standing firm, Su Hanjin clearly saw that a trace of blood was spilling from the corner of Jin Zhongliang's mouth.

Jin Zhongliang was injured. This is completely inconsistent with what is said in the Tucao Tie. Su Hanjin suddenly realized that she did not hear Jin Zhongliang's heartfelt voice, but her only cheating device, but not at this time, which is enough to prove that there is no such paragraph in the original text.

Little butterflies fan their wings, and those subtle changes will trickle into the river, and one day they will be able to set off huge waves.

As long as you live, there is hope.

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PS: The third one will be delivered in the evening, a lot of support~~