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In Fangba Mountain, Sword Temple, and in the quiet and empty long hall, two old men with white eyebrows and long beards sat opposite each other. The temple's perseverance was on the top of the snow-capped mountain at an altitude of ten thousand meters. Looking down at it, there were colorful neon lights and a sea of ​​clouds lingering like dragons. The cedars stood proudly on the mountain, the pine wood was thick, hundreds of feet high, and the trees were thousands of years old. The air was thin around it, and few people could climb to the top.

According to legend, this is a place for gods to recuperate and practice.

The weather outside the hall was terrible, but the hall seemed to be a different world, and there was no wind in it. The candlelight was steadily upward, without any signs of confusion.

The two old men sat at both ends of the chessboard. The dim candlelight reflected their faces that were more rugged than the ridge, and their eyebrows were all white. The two were dressed well, with their backs facing the man at the gate. They were wearing long red clothes, with dragon patterns on the corners of the clothes, domineering and arrogant, playing chess like a thousand troops charging into battle, with a strong offensive.

The man facing the palace gate was covered with snow-white robes, his white shoes were clean and spotless. Under the fierce attack of the opponent, he was forced to defend, but he was able to move forward and retreat in a proper manner and very well-organized manner.

These two people must be gods in the eyes of the world.

"Old Xiang, I have played chess for thirty years, but I have never won." The old man in red reached into the pool, chased a black piece out, and landed in the most anxious place in the battle without hesitation.

"Thirty years, there are a total of 39,999 games. Although you have never won a single game, you are getting stronger and stronger. To this day, it is already difficult for me to win you. The winner is only half a eye at most." The old man in white robe rubbed the stones in his hand and thought carefully about the next step.

"You are too meticulous. You have to calculate everything you do. It's endless, and you don't have the style of a general at all." The old man in red tapped the ground and complained impatiently. His knuckles contained in incredible power. The place where he hit, a strange sound burst out from the inside out. "Hurry, hurry up. My mother-in-law and mother are so annoying."

Although he looked like an old child, he was carefree, but his pupils were dark brown and extremely deep, and he could not reflect any light.

The old man in white robe had long been used to him like this. He ignored the urging voices and quietly made a move, saying, "Xiao Ni, this is the game of chess that you have the most hope of winning in thirty years."

"It's not that there is hope to win, but that I will definitely win. I'm already tired of the depressed life here." The old man in red robe grabbed the chess pieces excitedly. The hard chess pieces made of granite were light and weightless in his hands. It seemed that with a little force, they would be crushed. "If I win you, I will go back to the outside world and have a big fight."

"Thirty years have passed, and that land full of honor no longer belongs to you and me, why do you have to go back?" Baibou raised his head and looked at the other party deeply.

"No, I came from where I have to go back. The dust returns to dust, the soil returns to soil. Have you never heard of this sentence?" The old man in red was furious, and the black chess piece turned into powder in his hand.

"Hey, although you don't say it, I can see that your hatred for me has become more and more intense over the past thirty years." The old man in white robe sighed bitterly.

"You are joking." The old man in red was stunned and lowered his head.

"This game of chess is probably your last patience. If you still can't win, what will happen to you, Xiao Ni."

"Boom." A thunder struck, and the hall, which was in the wind and rain, suddenly became cold, and the candlelight jumped violently for a few times. At this moment, the atmosphere in the entire space was changed by this extremely sensitive issue, while the old man in the white robe still spoke so casually, no difference from homely chatting.

The old man in red lowered his head and was silent, not knowing what he was thinking. But in a deeper place in the hall, a little red light flame jumped out incredibly. If the light flame had substance, it would appear in a dragon shape, and more than one.

The two were silent, and the red flames transformed into more and more dragon heads. Seeing that they reached the edge of being out of control, a white light rose up near the left side, covering their bodies. The dragon head with teeth and claws seemed to be bound and its breath became weak.

"Look, only that king sword can reflect your true intentions. If you can't win this game, will you kill me, Xiao Ni." The wind was blowing, the candlelight was gone, and the old man in red did not say a word, making a gentle move, "The chess is not finished yet, why bother to fight for the victory or defeat."

"You know the most in your heart. Even if you win, I won't let you go." The calm voice as waves revealed a surprising fact, which stirred up a storm in the heart of the old man in red robe. "Xiao Ni, let's break it, leave or stay, and speak with the sword." The old man in white robe made a move with his casual move, and the white light flew over like a long rainbow and landed in his thin palm. Looking closely, it turned out to be an incredible magical sword. "Take it, I know you have been setting it up for a long time, and you will only launch it at this moment."

"It turns out that you have discovered it." The old man in red has been rushing up, and red lights are surging around his body, and the dragon energy is surging. There are also divine swords that pounced under the ground, with a total of twelve swords, arranged in a tic-tac-shaped shape. This is the sword formation he has been hiding to kill the other party. Unexpectedly, it has been discovered before it has been activated. However, in his heart, he already knew that this trick could not deceive the other party. He knew that he would still do this, but it shows how much his hatred had accumulated. "Thirty years, thirty years, you have used up all my best years."

The old man in red suddenly looked up, and red lights enveloped his angular face. Against the backdrop of these red lights, his old face became much younger, and his handsome outline could be vaguely recognized.

——When I was young, I must have been an amazing person.

Red light flooded, Nine Dragons howled and rushed out of the ground, the temple shattered, and the darkness retreated to all directions like a tide. From a distance, the entire Sword God Temple turned into a ghost realm. The clear and transparent white light was like a needle piercing into the ghost realm, a thorn piercing in the throat, always standing, the wind cannot dissipate, and the fire cannot burn.

The old man in white robe caressed the love sword and whispered: "Star soul, thank you for your hard work."

The star soul of the Shoujian Star was unsheathed, and a white corridor lit up in the ghost realm, a corridor leading to peace and hope: "I don't blame you if I blame me for hating you, but I have to do this, Xiao Ni."

"Go to die."

The twelve divine swords turned into twelve arcs of light and ate from under their feet. The old man in red disappeared into the darkness. "Today, either you die or I die."

In the sword body hall, red and white light intersected, and the surging waves uprooted the cedars that had already entered the mountain, the snow-capped mountains collapsed, and the ground beneath their feet buzzed and trembled. The entire Fangba Mountain seemed to surrender to the feet of the two old men.

"Rumbling."

In October of the same year, disputes between good and evil arose again, and the world was in chaos.

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