"Young man, I can't tell that you are not old, and your chess skills are not weak..." As soon as you played chess, the old man saw that Zhao Qiankun was not simple: "I have been immersed in chess for many years, and it is rare to see experts like you..."

"Where..." Zhao Qiankun smiled: "You are not simple either. I guess you are a master of this. I don't know the name of Gao?"

"The man in the mountains and fields has no name or name..." The old man left a son: "If you want to call me, call me Lan Ke..."

"It's quite a unique nickname..."

Zhao Qiankun was quick-thinking and made a lot of moves. Although the old man Lan Ke was old, he played chess neatly. The two fought very quickly on the chessboard, and in the blink of an eye, the chess pieces covered the chessboard.

"You said, we are just sitting here playing chess. Will the audience outside be impatient to watch?" Zhao Qiankun left another son and said with a smile.

"I'm afraid it's not just impatient, but you're going to curse me!" Old Man Lan Ke smiled: "After all, if you don't move, you can't fight with a refreshing battle that's refreshing!"

The fact was just as Mr. Lan Ke expected. At this time, people could no longer stand in the square outside. They sat on the ground, but were reluctant to leave, so they could only chat about homework with each other.

Some food and beverage vendors even mingled in, and the business was extremely prosperous.

"I said, these two people have been there for more than an hour, why don't they feel tired of it?"

"Who knows... I thought it was the eighth floor, and there was a great battle that would definitely be a hearty battle. Who would have thought it was this?"

"And just play chess, you can play chess, and you're so ink... I took a break for a long time, and my movements were slow, and I was just delaying the time..."

"That's it..." Someone looked at the time: "It's less than half an hour away from the three-hour time limit. Is it going to be like this?"

"I said, Stanley..." Emperor Priamer was also a little impatient: "Your friend is quite patient..."

Stanley frowned: "No, this move always feels a little awkward..."

"If you drag on it, the time limit will come!" Priamo looked at the Marquis Sandro beside him: "There is no way to remind him? If you continue like this, you will be sentenced to death if you can't climb to the ninth floor!"

"This..." Marquis Sandro frowned: "According to the rules, in the last twenty minutes, you can remind me in magic voice..." As he said that, he looked at the time: "There are five minutes left, I will arrange it immediately..."

As he said that, he called on the staff who operated the Tower of Judgment and asked the magician to start preparing for voice transmission.

On the eighth floor of the Tower of Judgment, Zhao Qiankun and Old Man Lan Ke were fighting on the chessboard. Suddenly, the broadcast in the hall opened, and a series of sharp and rapid sounds were made, as if a ghost was screaming.

"What?" Zhao Qiankun was stunned for a moment when he heard the sound.

"Don't worry about it..." Old Man Lan Ke waved his hand: "Come on, it's time for you to make a move!!"

"No!" Zhao Qiankun heard the sound appear again, then waved his hand and listened carefully. He leaned against the reflex nerve of the King Kong skeleton, and finally heard it clearly this time...

That was a sentence with a very high tone and a very fast speech: "Remind the tower breaker that there are still twenty minutes left, I hope the tower breaker can seize the time..."

"What's going on?" Zhao Qiankun was stunned. He felt that the two of them had played chess for at most half an hour, and it took him more than half an hour to pass through the first seventh floor. Why is it so fast? Two hours have passed? And this rapid and abnormal voice... Zhao Qiankun widened his eyes and stared at Old Man Lan Ke hard: "You fuck me?"

The old man smiled and waved his hands. The landscape inside the house changed instantly. The exquisite decoration instantly turned into bubbles. Instead, it was a huge chess board covered with a whole layer, which was larger than countless chess pieces and different shapes!

And the old man Lan Ke stood at the entrance of the stairs, guarding several tall golems beside him.

"So this is your biggest killer move!!" Zhao Qiankun realized the problem. This old man was actually a magician with high attainment and proficient in two kinds of magic!

One is the concrete spell of sprinkling beans into soldiers and waving his hands to make images. He used this trick to decorate the entire layer of the Judgment Tower, attracting Zhao Qiankun to play chess with him.

The second is the time spell! This old man is proficient in time spells. This is an extremely rare special spell. It is a mutant branch of space spells. It can change the flow rate of time and even stagnate time! And this old man created a time barrier within this level, which slowed down the passage of time in this level!!

The evidence is the radio reminder that the announcer speaks at normal speed outside, and when it reaches this level, it becomes a particularly fast and rapid high notes. Because it may take ten seconds to finish a sentence outside, it becomes a playback in less than a second when it reaches this point!!

In this way, Zhao Qiankun felt that he had played chess for half an hour here, but in fact, more than two hours had passed outside!

This old man Lan Ke is using this trick to delay time!

And now, the time barrier is still there, that is, compared with the standard time outside, it is passing rapidly!!!

"It's time spell, what a cunning old man!" Zhao Qiankun gritted his teeth and sneered: "I didn't even notice it..."

"I'm very smart..." Old Man Lan Ke proudly introduced his abilities: "In order to prevent you from notice, I specially used chess to attract your attention, and then slowly slowed down the barrier time. At first, it was only 0.9 times, then 0.8, 0.7... You can't notice the so-called boiling frogs in warm water!! By the way, you can tell you that the difference in time speed inside and outside has reached twenty times! In other words, after three seconds here, a minute has passed outside! As we talk, several minutes have passed since the time outside."

In other words, I have dozens of seconds left... Zhao Qiankun squinted his eyes, looked at the old man blocking the stairs, and the summoning monsters beside him, and was thinking about the fastest way to break through the tower!

"If you can reach the eighth level, my summoning objects will definitely not stop you..." Old Man Lan Ke smiled and said, "But I don't need to stop you. As long as you delay time, you will lose!!"

"But unfortunately, you can't hold it back..." Zhao Qiankun looked up at the ten-meter-high ceiling: "This one is the ninth floor..."

"Wow, finally the fight started..." The two people on the screen finally fought, and the audience was also energetic.

In the past two hours, in their eyes, the two of them sat there motionlessly and took a break for a long time. Moreover, the chess movement was extremely slow, as if it were a snail, making people drowsy and not as happy as the first seven levels!

They didn't know the problem of the time barrier. Now they were excited when they saw the two fighting each other! But after watching it for a while, they still felt awkward. Why did Zhao Qiankun, who had been fighting in a straightforward way, suddenly act slowly, and the old man's summoning objects, all of them seemed to be full of movements, looking soft...

"At this speed, I guess I can't climb to the ninth level after the fight..." The audience who were originally looking forward to Zhao Qiankun passing the level were a little disappointed...

"Look, that guy's movements are normal!!" Suddenly someone shouted. Everyone looked at him and saw Zhao Qiankun's movements suddenly become neat, his lips opened and closed quickly, and he muttered something. His palms were shining with magic light, as if he was brewing spells.

However, as the opponent, Mr. Lan Ke is still so slow...

"This is..." Old Man Lan Ke widened his eyes, because Zhao Qiankun in front of him suddenly became faster, and his mouth chanting the spell even flashed with phantoms. The spell he recited was high and rapid, as if a long roar, almost the same as the sound that had just been broadcast...

"This frequency is the normal time flow rate?" Old Man Lan Ke said in surprise: "Impossible, how could you remove my spell?"

"I haven't lifted it..." Zhao Qiankun finished reciting the spell, holding a concentrated and dazzling fireball in his hand, and smiled: "If you slow down the time by twenty times, then I will speed up the movement twenty times. Although this method is stupid, it is indeed effective!!"

"What a joke..." Old Man Lan Ke looked confused: "The movement speeds up twenty times? Is it so light?"

However, before he could be shocked, Zhao Qiankun raised his hand and threw the concentrated fireball towards the ceiling!

A loud bang, the high temperature and strong blasting force blew the solid ceiling into pieces, and the smoke and fire instantly filled the entire eight layers! Old Man Lan Ke hurriedly ordered the summoning objects to protect himself, so he was not injured by the gravel and the high temperature.

But the explosion was still too violent, and the entire tower of Judgment shook slightly, causing a tremor. The audience standing in the square were swaying left and right!!

"Look!!" A spectator pointed at the top of the tower and saw thick smoke rolling on the conical roof and a blazing fire!

"The top of the tower was burned through?" The audience widened their eyes. What a joke. Didn't that guy throw a fireball on the eighth floor? How could he burn through the top of the tower above the nineth floor?! What kind of terrifying power is this? The Tower of Judgment is a special material built. It has not been penetrated through the wall since its completion. Why did it penetrate two floors in a row today?

"What kind of spell is it?" Queen Helena, who had been watching the game silently, could not calm down... If Zhao Qiankun really passed the Tower of Judgment and came out alive, then what's the point of her previous efforts?

"Mother, I heard from the palace magician that to destroy the walls of the Tower of Judgment, at least a level eight or above powerful attack magic is needed. Is that Zhao Qiankun a big magician?" The little princess Helen was not afraid at all, but was excited about it.

Helena was sweating on her forehead, and she didn't have the heart to answer her... But the little prince Paris on the side smiled and said, "I don't think so. What the court wizard said was the tower of the verdict in the imperial capital. This one in Liberty City is bigger and stronger than the one in the imperial capital! I think he might be a legendary wizard!!"

"You know what the concept of a legendary wizard is, just talk nonsense!" Little Helen dissatisfied: "People say that a legendary wizard can compare to the power of a high-level magic. He is so young, how could he be a legend!!"

"Okay, okay, stop arguing..." The eldest princess Leda persuaded the fight. The three princes and princesses had a big fight here, while their biological mother Helena stared at the scene intently...

Soon, the smoke dissipated, and in the picture, the eighth floor of the Judgment Tower was in a mess, with gravel and rubble everywhere. Old Man Lan Ke, who was blocking the stairs, poked his head out of the summoning pile, slowly shook his head, and looked up at the ceiling.

The projector was very sensible and moved the image upwards, and found that a large hole had been blown out of the solid ceiling, and the stone at the edge of the hole was charred, and there were even signs of melting in some places...

And Zhao Qiankun is gone...

"This guy has already reached the ninth floor..." The mage realized this and immediately moved the camera to the ninth floor.

Sure enough, there were two people standing on this floor.

Zhao Qiankun and the tower guard stood on both sides of the pit. On the top of the heads of the two of them was the roof of the entire tower of Judgment. However, at this moment, the roof was also blown out of a big hole, and the sun shone in and spread among the two, which also had a century-long artistic conception of a showdown...

"I didn't expect that someone could really kill me on the floor..." The tower guard on this floor was a tall middle-aged man about fifty years old. He smiled at Zhao Qiankun: "I'll introduce myself. My name is Andrei, and I'm an old friend of His Highness. This time I was entrusted by her to guard the last floor of the Judgment Tower!"

Andrei was wearing a very casual robe, with long red hair dispersed casually, and the red beard on his jaw was connected to his temples. It was uneven and unsightly, but he had never looked trimmed. He had thick eyebrows, big eyes, straight nose, square mouth, and very upright facial features, looking fierce and elegant. When he stood there, he seemed to attract everyone's attention and became the focus of the world!

Kingly demeanor! This guy is definitely a king who has been in the top position for a long time and has a lot of confidence! But why did such a person come here to guard the Tower of Judgment?

"Since you didn't expect it, you might as well stop guarding!" Zhao Qiankun laughed and said, "Can you let me go with a way out?"

"Your words are insincere..." The man smiled and shook his head: "If you don't believe me, I will let you go... No, you don't even want me to let you go!" As he said that, the man pointed to the wall clock on the wall: "There is only a timer in the Tower of Judgment, and you have five minutes left!"

"It's all the fault of the old man downstairs..." Zhao Qiankun sighed and began to prepare for the event: "There's no choice, let's fight quickly..."
Chapter completed!