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"Let's do it." The old ghost stretched out his hand to pretend, and his expression became solemn, as if he didn't underestimate Qin Yang at all, but solemnly treated him as an opponent.
However, Qin Yang knew very well in his heart that what the old ghost treated seriously was not himself, but only chess. He loved chess and became obsessed, as would be the case with any opponent.
But the more this is the case, the greater the pressure on Qin Yang.
Hold the black and go first, and the first move is quite satisfactory, but when the first move is dropped, you are innately in a defensive posture. This is a matter of mentality.
In just a moment, visions appeared one after another, and everything in front of him suddenly turned into a void with nineteen vertical and horizontal lines. Qin Yang stood opposite to the old ghost.
On Qin Yang's side, a sunspot fell and turned into a small jet-black snake, coiled into a formation of snakes, raising its head vigilantly.
On the opposite side, a white character fell down and turned into a blazing little snake.
You come and go, falling alternately, two black and white snakes continue to emerge, and from time to time some black and white two snakes will gather together and turn into giant pythons and dragons, constantly winding in the formation, fighting and fighting, between square inches, murderous sky.
The old ghost's face was solemn, and every word he said was extremely solemn, while Qin Yang's temples were dripping with cold sweat. This old ghost was too murderous. .
Just after swallowing a few giant white pythons here, the old ghost changed hands and strangled one of the dragons.
In the void, several silver-white flood dragons occupy the important positions of the formation, raising their heads and neighing, swallowing clouds and mist, and engulfing each other, forming a momentum, pressing them with great momentum, only to see thunder clouds gradually forming in the clouds and mist, and thunder after another. In between, I almost fell down.
This is a sign that the general trend has come. Qin Yang was sweating on his forehead, thinking hard, but he couldn't find a way to break the situation.
On his side, there was only a pitch-black flood dragon, leading many giant pythons and young snakes, resisting with difficulty, completely suppressed and unable to lift his head.
In a blink of an eye, the old ghost fell down, a halo suddenly appeared, and the divine light soared into the sky. Among the mighty thunder clouds above the head, densely packed thunder, like a rainstorm falling, the thunder light moved and shone, forming one piece.
"Oh"
With a dragon chant, the light of the thunder shattered, and several white flood dragons gathered into one amidst the thunder, turning into a majestic and murderous white dragon.
The white dragon soared through the clouds and rode the fog, engulfing the general situation, and suppressed it. Countless giant pythons and young snakes were turned into powder in an instant. The only black dragon was strangled by the white dragon.
The vision dissipated silently, Qin Yang's face was pale, his eyes were a little dull, and he stood there blankly holding a sunspot in his hand.
After quite a while, Qin Yang came back to his senses, threw Heizi into the stone bowl, and sighed softly: "I lost."
Although it was expected, I never thought that losing so quickly and so terribly was completely crushed!
More importantly, this game of chess is not just a game of chess, but also a competition where thoughts are integrated into the chess game. The old ghost is stronger than him by how much, and he has a huge advantage innately, with a murderous aura. It is weaker than one, and there is no possibility of attacking and killing, so it can only defend passively.
After just one game, Qin Yang felt mentally exhausted. If he continued to play, there would be at most five or six more games. Regardless of whether he won or lost, he would have died of mental exhaustion by then.
"Let's do it." The old ghost didn't give Qin Yang any buffer time at all, and with a solemn expression again, he stretched out his hand to pretense.
"Wait a minute!" Qin Yang waved his hands quickly
It can be seen that this old ghost is not a good bird, the ominous ghosts in this strange place, there is no good bird, and everyone who meets them will die.
The difference is only the difference in the way of death
What is the difference between dying of exhaustion of physical vitality and exhaustion of mind?
Why aren't they all dead!
The method of killing is different.
"Huh?" The old ghost frowned, with murderous intent in his eyes, staring at Qin Yang, and slapped Qin Yang to death if he disagreed with him.
Qin Yang was chilled all over by the opponent's killing intent, and his soul was stabbed, but he said that he didn't want to do it like this again.
"Senior, the younger generation is not good at chess, and is far from being the opponent of the senior. If you play another ten or a hundred games, there will be no difference. What the senior is looking for is to find an opponent who matches the chess match, not just randomly find someone to play chess with, okay?"
"Yes, if there is an opponent, even if you lose, it will be a great pleasure." The old ghost nodded with a proud face.
Qin Yang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and strike while the iron is hot: "Senior, how about this, I have an ancient chess game that I got by chance here, I will put it out, the senior can be regarded as playing against the sages of the past, it is worse than playing against the younger generation."Waiting for the game of stinky chess and baskets, it will be fun. "
"You come." The old ghost didn't take it seriously, and waved his hand casually, indicating that Qin Yang can start.
There was a smile on the corner of Qin Yang's mouth. He was a stinky chess player, but he had never eaten pork, and he had always seen pigs run away. He was a bit forced to brag to others, but he had read a lot of theoretical stuff, such as chess records and chess games. , Naturally, I have seen a lot.
Whether it is dead or alive, it depends on it.
Qin Yang held his son and laid out the chess game on the chessboard. In an instant, visions appeared one after another. In the void, there was a bottomless abyss, like a huge gluttonous mouth, waiting for the prey to fall into it. Being coerced by the general trend, he was born invincible. Even if he is invincible, the probability of a draw is very high.
However, the old ghost is still going forward indomitably, killing decisively, and playing offensively but not defensively.
Bailong and the abyss, you come and go, killing each other, it took three days to see the abyss collapsed, the situation collapsed, and the white dragon was also scarred, so it was a narrow victory.
At the end of the game, Qin Yang's complexion became even paler, but the old ghost's eyes were full of radiance. It was obvious that he had made some real moves, and finally felt like he had found his opponent.
"Not bad, come again!"
Qin Yang twitched the corners of his mouth, remained silent, and continued to set the stage.
?Played two rounds again, still being killed by the old ghost's indomitable killing method, but every time he won, there were not many winners.
"Come again." The old ghost's eyes became more and more dazzling, and he seemed to be crazy, with a face full of joy.
"Okay." Qin Yang also smiled brightly, and then set up a game again.
When the game is completed, it turns into a lofty mountain, full of dangers, black and white, there is me in you, and you in me. In addition, the universe is reversed, and everything is in chaos. , meaning endless changes.
The black snake and white python are not manifested, and the black flood dragon and white dragon are not seen, but the danger and complexity involved are seven points higher than the previous rounds.
The old ghost's expression was shocked, his eyes opened angrily, he held a piece in his hand, and stared at the chess game for a long time, but he couldn't make a move for a long time.
Qin Yang finally showed a smile, closed his eyes, and fell asleep as if there was no one else around. This was really exhausting his mind
After sleeping for a full seven days, the old ghost opened his eyes again. The old ghost still maintained that posture, but his eyes were full of madness, his arms were trembling, and he still couldn't make a move.
Seeing Qin Yang open his eyes, the old ghost let out a long sigh and conceded defeat, but when he looked at the chess game, the madness in his eyes disappeared, and instead they were filled with joy, so happy that he could hardly move his eyes away.
"The old man lost, what is the name of this game, and how to solve it?"
"I don't know either, let seniors solve this situation." Qin Yang bared his teeth and smiled innocently.
Almost exhausted Lao Tzu's mind, I won't tell you!
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