"My lord takes it for granted!"

Hearing what Liang Yiluo said, Zuo Wei was overjoyed.

Then he looked solemn and placed the chess piece in his hand on a corner of the chessboard in the most standard posture.

"Ah, does this begin..."

With a soft smile, Liang Yi fell into the air, and the second move, which he didn't even think about, followed closely.

The two are like two generals on the battlefield, using chess pieces as soldiers to start a war without gunpowder.

At the beginning, Zuo Wei was still thinking about every move, trying to figure out the next move of Liang Yi, but gradually, he played chess faster and faster, even to the point where he didn't need to think, but there was nothing on his face. On the contrary, he became more and more angry.

Because every move of Liangyiluo seems to be a beginner, it is placed at will, and sometimes even a beginner is not as good as a beginner, actively sending his pieces to Zuowei's hunting range.

If it weren't for the respect for Go, I'm afraid that Sao Fujiwara would set the table up and curse in order to make a fuss. He had clearly said that he respected him before, but Liangyi's way of playing chess is like respect and more like playing.

From the quality of the chess player, let Zuo Wei continue to play this game even if so.

When a black dragon is surrounded by a white dragon, anyone who knows Go will shake their heads at this time, thinking that black chess will lose, and it will be a big defeat.

Zuo Wei thinks so too.

Just when the situation became clear, as if there was no possibility of a comeback, Liang Yiluo paused for the first time, and the sunspot in his hand did not fall for a long time.

He raised his head and glanced at the sullen-looking Fujiwara Sawei, and suddenly said: "The so-called hand of the gods is to comprehend god-like skills in the process of playing chess, and at a critical moment, come out with a chess that can affect the overall situation! "

After all, his black dragon fell heavily in a blank space, and then under Zuo Wei's surprised gaze, like suicide, let his black dragon take the initiative to be slaughtered!

One piece fell, and the blank was filled, forming the tendency of white pieces to completely surround the black pieces. Then Liangyiluo took out the black pieces that had been killed one by one from under the chessboard, turning the already almost full chessboard into a whole again. The blank of the film!

The whole chessboard is all white, almost no black, but Liang Yiluo smiled lightly and said to Sawei: "Come on, Fujiwara! Our chess game has just begun!"

The big dragon being slaughtered was a mortal game, but Zuo Wei even looked at the chessboard with a little horror, because the one who reached the pinnacle was transformed from'death' to'birth', using a suicide method that mortals would never attempt. , Reversing the situation abruptly, it has reached the level of transformation, beyond the normal hand of human thinking, just relying on that one is to completely change the overall situation!

"From the very beginning, when I played chess at random, Fujiwara despised me. Many chess moves were not thought through, but when you thought you were winning, you were hit by a blow! The lion fights the rabbit with all your strength, and I am not that poor rabbit! What do you do next? Fujiwara?"

Ryogisaku looked at Fujiwara Sawei's head sweating in this cold winter, just a faint smile...

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The sound of a chess piece falling on the board is calm and powerful, but the faces of the two players playing chess are different.

Liang Yi is calm and gentle, and he has already seen his victory, but Zuo Wei has exhausted every move, consumed a great deal of attention, and his slender fingers are trembling. Every chess piece seems to have a huge weight. , So he couldn't lift his hand at all.

The empty chessboard was gradually surrounded by black and white again. It was only the white chess that had the upper hand before, but now the only ones who have been killed can barely protect themselves. Under the encroachment of the black dragon, they strive to maintain their own territory.

It's over...

Fujiwara Sawei clearly knew that this game of chess was about to end.

Lifting the last white piece, looking at the star-studded chessboard, Zuo Wei's eyes appeared in a trance. The tremendous pressure in his heart and the exhaustion of brain power made him utterly exhausted now. This last piece of chess, but what happened Can't fall.

The heat in his chest was surging upwards, and Zuo was clutching his aching chest, and finally took a ‘wow’ bite. The hot blood spurted from his lips along the throat.

And as the blood spurted out, there was Zuowei's last fall.

His mouth was full of bitter, **** smell. He coughed twice, gasping for breath, only feeling that his pain and depression were sprayed out with this mouthful of blood.

Liang Yiluo looked at Fujiwara's blood, soaking a corner of the chess table, he was silent for a while, lifted the last black chess, and landed it on the chessboard.

"It's over... Kei Fujiwara, do you need a number?"

Looking at the criss-crossing black and white, Liang Yiluo asked faintly.

"Cough, cough, cough... No, no, Master Liangyi... I lost this game of chess."

Zuowei first gave a wry smile, then his face straightened, regardless of his painful body, he just bowed down to Liang Yi Luo.

"Zuowei would like to apologize for the angry behavior towards Master Liangyi before, and I am deeply impressed by your great chess skills! Thank you, Master, for taking such a lesson for me, so that I have a longing for the goal to pursue! God's hand... God’s hand, this may be Zuowei’s lifelong pursuit!"

The delicate young man spoke with excitement, and those lavender eyes were full of expectations for the hand of God and desire for higher chess power.

"You can expect it..."

Liang Yiluo slowly put the chess pieces on the chessboard back into the small pot on the side.

When all the black and white chess pieces were put into the jar, the only thing in front of them was the chessboard soaked with blood.

"Since I am known as the Great Onmyoji, I am also very proficient in divination..."

Liang Yiluo raised his head, watching Zuo Wei with deep eyes, making him nervous.

"Fujiwara, you are obsessed with the way of chess, and you are determined to pursue the higher level of Go. This is the best struggle for mankind. However, when people live in society, they are subject to different temptations and different kinds of temptations. Infringement, this is an attribute that you must possess as a person. Fujiwara, you are too obsessed with Go, which makes you completely invisible to the ups and downs of society, but you can't see through..."

Fujiwara Sawei listened quietly. Although he didn't understand some things, he also knew that Liang Yiluo was talking about him.

"Fujiwara, your fate is a big deal... I don't know if you can get through it, but from my personal point of view, the odds are really slim."

Even if it was almost a curse to hear Ryogisaku, Fujiwara Sawei still looked so graceful and indifferent.

"I'll give this chessboard to you...Although it can't help you tide over the difficulties, it may make you a lifelong pursuit!"

After taking a deep look at Fujiwara Sayu, Ryogiro pushed the chessboard in front of him.

"This……"

Zuo Wei touched the blood stained with his hand. He didn't know what kind of wooden chessboard it was, and he hesitated.

"Do you feel that you are facing death when facing this chessboard? Have you never seen this kind of wood, afraid that it is too expensive?"

Liang Yiluo saw through Zuo Wei's thoughts and said with a chuckle.

Fujiwara Sawei nodded. Although it was something that was given, he did not make any great achievements. The so-called no merit is not rewarded, and some things are not accepted.

"This thing, not only you, maybe few people in this world know..."

Knocking on the chessboard with his hands, Liang Yiluo smiled and said, "This is a chessboard made from the branches of a monster cherry tree. That monster cherry tree grows in the gloom, it is not a thing of the world at all! Don't refuse, This is what this lord gave you, so just accept it honestly!"

Interrupting Fujiwara Sawei's desire to refuse, Ryogiluo said very domineeringly.

"Zuo Wei, thank you Lord Tai Zheng!"

Hearing what Liang Yiluo said, he didn't have any excuses to refuse, bowed respectfully, and carefully accepted the chessboard.

The chessboard made by the body of the Westward Demon bears the true meaning of death. When Fujiwara is dead, his soul will be attached to it to spend thousands of years.

"It's getting late, Fujiwara should go back earlier. Your health is very bad now. It's cold at night. Don't freeze your body."