Chapter 342 Win
The white figure looked at everything in front of her, and then the rhythm in her hand suddenly changed and became gentle, like a stream flowing quietly in the mountains. Under the rhythm, both the soul soldiers belonging to Xue Feng and her soul soldiers became melancholy at this moment. They looked at each other and were unwilling to wave the weapons in their hands.
The huge eyes stared at it for a moment, and suddenly closed their eyes slowly. When they opened it again, thousands of souls rushed out of their pupils and swam in the sky. These souls were all young and old, all wearing ancient armor, holding war halberds, and their faces were like anger, and there was a sense of anger and unwillingness in their eyes.
The word "War." was spoken from Xue Feng's mouth, and the jade-like finger bones pointed at the skeletons not far away. The soul soldiers or ghost soldiers in the sky all rushed towards the skeletons.
The skeletons were fearless and looked at the soul soldiers rushing in front of them and threw away the rusty weapon in their hands and pulled down one of their hand bones...
They waved forward with their hands bones, and a pale light swept forward, and a large number of soul soldiers were wiped out...
The war gradually became fierce. The chessboard in front of her gradually disappeared under the sound of the white figure's piano. The chessboard was destroyed and the chess pieces disappeared. A little blood-red color suddenly popped up at her fingertips as the white figure played quickly.
This was a drop of bright red blood. Xue Feng looked at the extremely conspicuous drop of blood in the void and didn't feel anything special, but he could clearly feel an emotion that he had never felt from this body - fear, a kind of fear from the heart!
The white figure held the drop of red blood in her palm, staring at the bottom, and then she pinched the void in front of her five fingers. The drop of bright red blood suddenly burst into a ball of blood mist, turning into a hazy blood rain and drifting downwards.
For a moment, it was always Xue Feng, and he also felt a strong murderous intent. This murderous intent was like a beheaded guillotine that had been placed on his neck.
"The leader, something is not good."
The skeleton general rode a war horse and looked up to Xue Feng and said, "Xue Feng could feel the rare panic and solemnity in his heart."
If something goes wrong, there will be monsters. It is clear that everyone is a skeleton and a soul body. Where does the blood come from?!
Xue Feng didn't know because everything that happened in front of him had exceeded his understanding. He felt that this should be a memory he had, but he just didn't know when it happened?
Is there really a so-called past life in this world?
The blood mist sprinkled at the skeletons in front of him. For a moment, a blood-red light burst out from the bodies of the hundreds of enemy skeletons surrounded. The blood-red light reflected the heaven and earth. At the same time, a blood-red blade light that trembled in his heart burst out from the skeletons and swept around. Xue Feng's body could not dodge. When he was swept by the blade light, there were cracks on his body, and there were slight blood spreading out from it.
The soul soldiers who kept rushing down were even more miserable. After the blade light swept over, most of Xue Feng's soul soldiers immediately disappeared!
Xue Feng, who was still in an absolute dominant position just now, suddenly became a weak position. The skeletons with dim light in their eyes also turned into blood-red at this time, and flesh-blooded flesh-blooded on their smooth and flesh-free bones. The bloodline spread wildly on them, and within a few seconds he became a person without skin...
Now even a fool, Xue Feng knows that people with flesh on him face a group of people who don’t even have a skeleton, and whoever loses wins and wins immediately.
But the current owner of Xue Feng's body did not seem to have planned to give up. He pointed his finger forward, and the skeleton general took the order, and with the remaining soul soldiers began to charge for the desperate charge!
Your soul soldier is very powerful now, so what? I'll fight!
You have flesh and blood and I am just white and light bones, so what? I fight!
"Why do you say you have no clothes? You are in the same comrade with me. Wang Yu set up a army and repaired my spear. He is in the same vengeance as me..." A series of tragic and desolate songs sounded among the soul soldiers, and the yellow sand flew, and the fighting spirit rushed into the sky of the nine heavens.
One soul soldier was beaten to death, and the other soul soldiers immediately followed. Seeing that his companion died, the other soul soldiers were indignant and slashed towards the enemy with their weapons in their hands, but the skeletons protected by red light were not afraid of the slashing of these weapons. They roared loudly and charged forward frantically. The weapons in their hands were more powerful than the soul soldiers on Xue Feng's side, one by one, one by one...
"You were defeated in today's battle..."
The white figure murmured, and then the figure disappeared into the void.
Looking at the soul soldier in front of him, Xue Feng sighed, and this sigh echoed in the yellow sand battlefield for a long time.
Next, Xue Feng's eyes were pitch black, as if this memory had ended.
When his eyes became clear again, the skeleton general appeared in front of him again, and the scene that was almost exactly the same as last time appeared again. The white figure stood opposite him, and under the chessboard in the air were the soul soldiers of both sides.
This time, the two sides fought for five days and five nights, and there were certain twists and turns, just like the last time, but in the end the white figure won and floated away.
Afterwards, almost the same scene appeared in front of Xue Feng, and almost every time the white figure turned defeat into victory.
"What the hell is going on? Am I not in a secret realm? Why, I am watching others fight from the first perspective here?"
Xue Feng felt as uncomfortable as he felt. His purpose in this secret realm was mainly to find Zheng Xuerou, but he was inexplicably dragged to this place.
Although there is an alternation between day and night in this space, Xue Feng cannot feel the passage of time at all. He does not know how many wars he has watched.
One hundred games, two hundred games...one thousand games?
Xue Feng had no idea at all.
He only knew that after these hundreds of wars, the master of his body only won one game, and he always looked like he was going to win, but he didn't stabilize and lost in the end.
The only game I won was the last game, and this game lasted the longest time. Xue Feng had calculated the time out of boredom before, but later Xue Feng was completely in a state of no sense of the matter. The owner of his body kept staring at the chessboard in front of him and playing against the white figure. In this way, it is no exaggeration to say that Xue Feng was a Go idiot. After watching countless chess games, he felt that he could also rush up and play with the white figure.
Chapter completed!