Nightfall Chapter 128: side by side

A cobweb fell on the eaves of the white pagoda, covering the top of the old monk’s head, almost completely covering him, the old monk closed his eyes, his expression is still calm, two silver eyebrows fluttering in the wind, touching the spider silk in front of him. , Seems to be two pieces of silk in the net, if you don't look carefully, you can't tell it.

Although the old monk closed his eyes, it gave people a feeling that his gaze was still in the world, falling on the seemingly ordinary chess board in front of him, and he hadn't left for a moment.

The old monk is naturally the first lecture in the Hanging Temple.

Since Ning Que and Sangsang entered the chessboard, he hasn't left the chessboard, watching the change of spring leaves, summer flowers, autumn and winter snow in the mountains, listening to the bells of the temple in the morning and evening, and being silent despite the wind and rain.

Jun Mo came to the cliff and glanced at the big brother under the pear tree. Before the noise, he did not speak to the old monk. He walked directly to the old monk and raised the iron sword in his hand. Will pass.

The broad and straight iron sword slashed heavily on the chessboard, making a deafening noise, and countless smoke and dust splashed on the cliff. Then when the smoke was collected, the chessboard was still lying quietly in front of the old monk's knees.

No traces were left on the surface of the chessboard, not even trembling.

With Jun Mo's powerful cultivation as the realm, this iron sword wielded with all his strength, I'm afraid it can cut off a rock mountain, unexpectedly, it can't shake the chessboard at all!

The chessboard has withstood the power of the iron sword, but the cliff flat is somewhat unbearable. Accompanied by a clear crackling sound, there are several cracks in the cliff flat, and the darkness in the cracks does not know how deep, I am afraid that it will go deep into the mountain hundreds Within ten thousand meters, these cracks spread towards the cliff, and finally broke through the cliff under the pear tree.

Years ago, the chessboard splashed water and turned into several big waterfalls. Although the water had no source and roots, it continued to flow down the cliff. Until then, it was finally cut off by Jun Mo's sword.

One sword can break the waterfall, but not the chessboard.

Jun Mo looked at the first seat behind the chessboard and raised the iron sword in his hand again.

The first seat still closed his eyes, as if he didn't know the existence of this iron sword, but he didn't know when his hands fell on the chessboard. Was the King Kong on the previous chessboard broken, or was it his method?

Jun Mo couldn't be sure, he didn't need to be sure. He raised the iron sword in his hand and cut it in front of him again. Only this time, he cut the first seat instead of the chessboard.

Before the sword fell, the wind came first, and the iron sword easily tore through the seemingly troublesome cobwebs, and then landed on the top of the first seat, between the solemn warning scars.

The iron sword is very thick, and the top of the head of the lecturer is very round, so Jun Mo's behavior does not look like cutting people with a sword, but more like knocking with a stick. This is a good drink.

Another extremely loud impact sounded, the cold wind was blowing on the cliff, the pear trees were swaying, and many gravels were rolling down into the cracks, but they didn't know when they would fill up.

The first seat closed his eyes, his expression was still quiet, but his silver eyebrows fluttered frantically, like a robe on the clothesline in the wind. It was difficult to guess where those sleeves and hemlines would float.

The iron sword did not leave any marks on his head, not to mention the wound, and he did not bleed.

The first person who cultivated to the flesh to become a Buddha, both body and mind are not bad. To him, Ning Que’s Yuan Thirteen Arrows was like straw, and Jun Mo’s iron sword was nothing more than a wooden stick.

It's just that he suddenly became shorter.

The reason why he became shorter was because his body sank into the surface of the cliff. He was still sitting cross-legged, only a few inches down, but after all, he was smashed in by the iron sword.

Jun Mo still didn't speak, and raised the iron sword in his hand, preparing to continue cutting down.

At this moment, the cliff wind was slightly chaotic, and the big brother came to him.

This is side by side.

Jun Mo retracted the iron sword because the big brother was holding a wooden stick in his hand.

The big brother took the stick, walked to the first seat, and knocked it down.

His movements were a bit slow, and the stick seemed to strike lightly. However, when the wooden stick fell on the top of the head, there was a more terrifying sound than Jun Mo's iron sword fell.

With a bang, countless cracks appeared on the white pagoda behind the first tower, which looked like the previous spider web, and the copper bells hanging from the eaves rang crisply, and then blasted to pieces.

The first seat still closed his eyes, his silver eyebrows fluttering in confusion, his face became a little pale, and his body sank half a foot deep into the cliff.

Although it fell, the first seat was not really injured. The chessboard under his hand sank deep into the cliff and became stronger. The big brother sighed, "I still can't hit it."

Jun Mo raised the iron sword and said: "Just keep hitting it."

At this moment, there was another breeze on the cliffs, and the wine smelled slightly.

The drunkard came to the room and watched the big brother remain silent.

Jun Mo looked back at him and said, "Do you want to stop us?"

The alcoholic said: "I don't want to work hard."

The college sophomore was present at the same time, even if it was him, he had to work hard, but the big brother felt a little puzzled and asked: "Aren't you worried about us taking the board?"

The drunkard said: "The first King Kong is not bad, even if I bring the butcher, it may not be able to break him, you can't, then what should I worry about?"

Jun Mo didn't say anything, turned around and waved his iron sword, and slashed to the top of the head again.

There is another loud boom!

The cracks on the white pagoda are deeper, and the cracks between the cliffs are deeper. There are many cracks on the rock wall in the cave, and the whole world seems to be broken.

But the first seat remains the same.

"Brother, it's you."

Jun Mo retired and gave the position to Big Brother.

Looking at the chessboard that has completely fallen into the cliff ground, the big brother thought for a while and said: "Don't hit it."

The alcoholic smiled slightly.

Jun Mo frowned slightly.

The big brother looked at him and smiled and said: "You pry it."

Jun Mo suddenly remembered an event in the back mountain of the college many years ago.

At that time, he and his brother were just getting started, and they were both very young. They were ordered by the master to repair the trail in the back mountain, and they encountered a rock that collapsed on a cliff, which was a hindrance.

As a child, Jun Mo was more proud, more confident, and more stubborn than he is now. He held a mountain axe against the big rock and kept smashing it for three days and three nights.

At the end of the smash, he bleeds from his mouth and his body is exhausted. He can't even lift the mountain axe, but the rock is only a small part of it.

When he hit the stone, the brother did nothing and just watched. He knew that the brother was weak, but in the end he was a little angry because of his anger and helplessness.

Being reborn, Jun Mo wouldn't accuse him, let alone speak bad words, so he felt wronged again, and he didn't know why, so he cried like this.

The brother looked at the huge rock for a long time. When he found Xiao Junmo crying, he looked at him for a long time, and then left without saying anything.

Senior brother left so ruthlessly, Jun Mo naturally won't cry anymore. Who will cry? He washed his face with cold stream water, regained some energy, picked up the axe again, and prepared to continue to smash.

At this moment, the senior brother walked back again, holding a dozen large tough bamboos in his arms, sweating on his forehead, and dragging these bamboos down made him very hard.

Senior brother stuffed those bamboos into the gap between the rock and the cliff, through calculations, confirmed the accuracy, and then called Jun Mo to the front and said: "Pry it."

Jun Mo has always listened to the words of his brother. Although he didn't understand what the brother was going to do and what the use of those bamboos were, he still insisted on prying those bamboos.

The huge rock was smashed by a mountain axe for three days and three nights without being smashed. Then when Jun Mo went to pry, he found that the rock loosened quickly, and then rolled down the mountain road and turned into a mountain stream. Of a scenery.

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Many years have passed since that incident. Jun Mo still listened very much to what Senior Brother said. Since Senior Brother asked him to pry, he went to pry. He went to the first seat and inserted the iron sword in.

The iron sword was not between the body of the first seat and the cliff, but pierced into the edge of the chessboard.

The drinker's complexion changed slightly.

Jun Mo waved his iron sword and pried it.

The heavens and the earth were in chaos on the cliff, the wind was whizzing, the stones on the surface of the white pagoda were peeling off, and they kept hitting the head of the first seat, splashing countless smoke and dust.

The first seat is still standing still, and the chessboard is still on the cliff.

The front end of the iron sword bears an unimaginable weight, and it is a real mountain.

Jun Mo wants to pry up this mountain.

A clear whistle burst out from his lips, it was as bright as a phoenix, and its roar was like a landslide.

The jug floated slightly from the waist of the drinker.

The big brother stood in front of him with his back to him.

In the clear whistle, the iron sword in Jun Mo's hand bends slightly and then straightens again.

His sword is always straight, and the mountain cannot bend.

Bent and straight, there is unimaginable power.

The chessboard was finally picked up, slowly rising towards the ground!

The first man with silver eyebrows fluttered, his hands suddenly turned over, and he pressed it on the chessboard.

The mountain fell on the chessboard again.

Jun Mo Qingxiao suddenly died, and shouted like thunder: "Get up!"

The cliffs collapsed, the pear trees swayed, the green leaves fell like rain, and the chessboard started!

The first player is on the chessboard, and then he rises, still sitting cross-legged.

The iron sword is stiff, but the chessboard and the first giant mountain are as heavy as Prajna. Even if it is lifted, it can only pry up a small gap, which is thinner than a hairline, and no small ant can climb in.

But this is enough.

There is a gap, which means that the chessboard and the mountain have been separated.

The chessboard is separated from the mountain, not from the first hand.

Next, it's the big brother's business.

His hand, at some point, has fallen on the shoulder of the first seat.

Between the cliffs, the air flow violently emits a buzzing sound, like a bell like a chime.

Before the White Tower, only Jun Mo stood with an iron sword.

The big brother, the first seat, and the chessboard have all disappeared without a trace.

Where did they go?

They went to heaven.

Although the giant peak is tall and majestic, it can be called the first peak in the world, but because it is deep underground, if viewed from the surface, the top of the peak is only a short section higher than the wasteland.

The sky is much higher than the summit.

White clouds floated in the blue sky, and two people appeared in the white clouds.

Big brother let go.

The first one fell through the clouds and headed towards the ground.

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