Chapter 730 The Magical Rise

Indeed, a person who has never had a second expression can indeed be called a stone. No, even if the stubborn stone is broken one day, Shi Jingtian should belong to the indestructible strange stone.

At this moment, people who often come from outside the building gathered one after another. The bustling crowd blocked the wide road so that even flies could not get through, and half of the downtown area was paralyzed, but no one complained!

In order to let everyone see the duel, a huge chessboard stands on the front door of the restaurant, blocking the whole main door like a wall. People 100 meters away can also see the trend of the chess game clearly.

Two strong guys stepped on the escalator respectively. There was a huge basket hanging on the escalator, with more than half a basket of chess pieces in the box, all the size of a palm.

Wang Wujian and Shi Jingtian, one is the Go genius of Tianmang City, and the other is the Go prodigy known as Lanlie Kingdom. Their competition may not be as wonderful as that of the strong national hand, but it is definitely beyond the chess skills of most people.

However, to everyone's surprise, they seemed to have discussed each other. They fell like throwing stones in the lake. They didn't think about it at all. One after another, most of them were overwhelmed, and their thinking could not keep up with the change of chess.

"What are they doing? Is this also called playing chess? This is obviously a performance of chess! But even if you follow the chess score, it's not so fast!"

Such confusion and complaints gradually spread in the crowd, but this does not affect the state of the two people in the room, as if there is an invisible isolation layer outside the inner world, blocking everything outside the chess game, only chess and self!

In the audible building, the golden sky and the "four guardians" sitting in the distance watching the battle on both sides showed surprises one after another. The fast-falling master is not without, but it is not so fast. What's more, their chess game changes rapidly. At first glance, the black and white worlds have no rules to follow, as if it is just Two teenagers who don't know Go are randomly filling the gap.

After about 80 years, Wang Wujian paused and silently glanced at the overall situation. A different smile finally appeared on his solemn face: "It turns out that you have also seen the endgame of Taiyuan!'!"

Shi Jingtian turned a deaf ear and didn't even look at him. He continued to look at the chessboard, holding a black man in his hand, and waited for Wang Wujian to fall and quickly follow up.

The "Taiyuan Endgame" in Wang Wujian's mouth is one of the famous endgame. It is said that when the two immortals in Tianjie settled on Taiyuan Mountain, they had nothing to do, so the two played against each other. As a result, they suddenly heard that the fairyland held an emergency meeting. The two sides could only regret to leave, leaving this unfathomable "Taiyuan Endgame". Throughout the ages, countless smart chess players have been studying and playing with it.

After carefully watching the confrontation between Shi Jingtian and Han Cang, Wang Wujian boldly concluded that before the challenge of Shi Jingtian, he must have mastered the chess style of each director or chess player, so he used the ancient chess score to set up traps one by one, and added his own understanding, so as to win the gambling again and again.

In this way, in order not to fall into his trap, Wang Wujian suddenly thought of using the ancient endgame to get rid of this disadvantage, but he did not expect that Shi Jingtian also found his purpose, and he knows the "Taiyuan endgame" like the palm of his hand, catering to him to restore the "Taiyuan endgame".

The two of them fell like flying, and soon put the whole endgame on the chessboard intact.

"Now, we are officially starting!"

Wang Wujian paused for a moment and said with a slight smile.

Shi Jingtian, who had been staring at the chess game, finally raised his head and responded to Wang Wujian with a indifferent look. His expression was still so dull, and the ancient well was waveless!

"...What a stone man!"

Wang Wujian turned his eyes and picked up a white man and solemnly landed on the chessboard.

At this time, the speed of the two people's fall is getting slower and slower, which is completely different from the previous scene of throwing. However, people are more willing to accept the current speed, but they still can't understand the trend of this game of chess.

"Taiyuan Endgame" is profound, and a thousand smart chess players will have a thousand kinds of insights.

Wang Wujian and Shi Jingtian are both talented, and they also have their own trends after the endgame.

At present, each has their own ability to fight, and the two teenagers are getting heavier and heavier. They are indifferent to each other. The quiet needles in the building can be heard. Even the thousands of city residents watching outside all hold their breath, looking forward to this profound chess game as soon as possible.

After alternating more than ten sons, Wang Wujian figured out his chess style: clear choice, looking at the overall situation, more than cautious, poor attack, and an extremely strong opponent.

But looking up at him again, he still looked silent. I don't know what he was thinking. In short, no matter how the chess game changed, the expression on his face was always the same.

"How did you cultivate your determination?"

Wang Wujian sighed sincerely.

Suddenly, two high-pitched crane calls came from mid-air, which went deep into people's hearts but were not harsh, just like the lingering sound of string music.

The crowd outside were all attracted by the sound of the crane, and thousands of people looked up to the sky, looking for the shadow of the crane.

In this world, cranes exist like myths, and few people see them with their own eyes.

However, there is such a wonderful rumor circulating in the Go world that if there is a crane singing and passing by, there must be a wonderful game of duel that will eventually lead to a draw.

A draw, which is almost impossible on the chessboard.

But the high-alousting sound just now was clearly a crane, although thousands of pairs of eyes could not see it.

"Ah... I just saw two beams falling into the building..."

Suddenly, a man stared at the towering roof and shouted.

"Huh? I, I seem to have seen it. Is it the fairy in the sky who learned that the two Go prodigies were playing against each other and specially drove the crane to watch the battle?

Another person also shouted inconceivably.

"Well, nonsense, even if these two kids are strong, they are not as good as the national hand. If the immortals want to see the wonderful duel, they should also appear in the national hand competition!"

Another person disdainfully refuted their absurd words.

......

On the huge chessboard, the two forces of black and white have undergone a change. The originally vague and elusive situation suddenly became clear after dozens of children.

Black chess is the first move, slightly better in momentum, as if it were a condescending hunter, cutting the white chess into eight or nine small areas with earth-shaking arrows, so that it can't take care of each other at the beginning and end. This makes the other party have too many potential points, and some black chess can't be taken care of, so that white chess has a chance to breathe. It is concluding with each other with the momentum of starting a field, and it is about to launch a fierce counterattack.

The final fight is about to begin. The two young gamers all feel depressed, but one face is like steel, burying everything deep in the bottom of his heart, without a trace, and the other oozing sweat.

Wang Wujian took a deep breath and played chess, which has always been his proud specialty, and he has always felt that he is the best in his age. However, the steady teenager on the opposite side has dealt a heavy blow to his self-confidence.

He is really too strong. He is not only good at chess, but also his determination and composure are not owned by people of his age at all, but an old antique that has been well-worn and enlightened.

Wang Wujian looked at the chess game and considered to seize every favorable area, but at the moment he inadvertently looked up at Shi Jingtian, his solemn expression immediately became bloodless, as shocked as if he saw the demon king crawling out of hell.

It is a blue phantom. There are countless naughty stars in the blue light, which are dazzling, while in the center of the blue light there is an illusory and almost transparent figure - slender and vigorous, with a sacred breath all over the body, like a fairy.

Looking at Shi Jingtian again, he stared at the chessboard as if nothing had happened. He still looked like he ignored the sky fell down. He turned his head and glanced at the four guardians and Jin Po Tian on both sides. Their expressions were solemn and completely intoxicated on the chessboard, as if they had been integrated into the deep-level fight. It was very obvious. However, they didn't see the phantom at all!

consciously looking up at the top of his head, Wang Wujian was shocked and almost climbed to the ground.

On the top of the head, there is actually a phantom, all covered with a layer of golden glow, old dragon bell, kind eyebrows and good eyes, arrogant appearance, and the same as the gods on the drawing paper.

"Are they? ...Is it... that legend is true? Whenever someone continues a wonderful duel, they will come to watch the battle. Are they... the creators of this endgame? Are they... really immortals? There are really... gods in this world..."

Wang Wujian's heart was like a tsunami. His heart was so shocking that he could not concentrate on the game. The scene in front of him was beyond his cognition, and even he began to believe that there was a real god!

"A father has a son. Don't you have a son?"

Jin Potian saw that the chess game was stable, but Wang Wujian's face was pale and uncertain, and he couldn't help asking provocatively.

"Humph, but you lost in the end!"

Wang Wujian said with a grin and disdain.

Jin Potian ate a closed door and stared at him angrily, but he stopped talking. After all, he is a gentleman who watches chess!

Wang Wujian tried his best to calm down, but it was enough to see from the appearance of the golden sky that the two fairy shadows may only be seen by himself, but what is the reason?

On the contrary, this made his mind more disordered. His eyes couldn't help wandering between the chessboard and the illusory fairy shadow on the opposite side, and his attention kept circling between the chess game and the fairy shadow overhead.

A cool wind rushed into the top door of Wang Wujian, like a medicine to cool down, which suddenly calmed his anxious mood. He stared at the fairy shadow opposite again and saw him smile kindly. This smile was more like a reassurance, making all the remaining turbid dirt in his heart disappear in an instant.