Bei Liangyi, who was standing aside, had a gloomy face and stared at Mingluo as if he was staring at prey.
Ming Luo had no time to pay attention to Bei Liangyi's abnormal gaze. Hundreds of white pieces suddenly appeared on the chessboard. They rose at a rapid speed and were about to pass through Ming Luo's body!
At the same time, Mingluo's calf was grabbed by the charred giant with skin and flesh torn. She had nowhere to escape and could only take the blow head-on.
In a tense situation, Ming Luo hurriedly made a wooden shield as thick as possible. Although he knew that this shield was useless, it was better than nothing.
Ming Luo's heart was beating like a drum. He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, preparing himself to be pierced through by Bai Zi.
But after waiting for a full five seconds, the imagined heart-wrenching pain did not come.
Ming Luo opened his eyes cautiously, and saw a familiar black in front of him. Ye Zhihan had a frown on his face, a cold expression, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, his high-tied black hair was disheveled, and his black hair was stained with the luster of Bai Zi, like a god who had fallen into the world.
Ye Zhihan used his body to block the penetration of Qianbai Baizi. He coughed lightly and more blood seeped out of the corner of his mouth. In order not to worry Mingluo, he had forced as much blood as possible back into his body.
"Ye Zhihan!" Ming burst into tears, feeling so heartbroken that she could hardly breathe. It would have been better if the white pieces had been thrown at her.
Ye Zhihan's icy blue gaze was always on Ming Luo. He smiled slightly, endured the pain and hugged Ming Luo, saving her from the charred magma giant.
"Ye Zhihan, how are you?" Ming Luo's tears welled up in her eyes, and she gently wiped the blood from the corner of Ye Zhihan's mouth.
"It's okay." Ye Zhihan smiled indifferently, his eyes particularly gentle.
"Put me down quickly, I can still move!" Ming Luo knew that Ye Zhihan was showing off as soon as he saw him. With so many white pieces hitting him, even if he was not pierced through, he would be seriously injured.
Ye Zhihan hugged Mingluo tighter in his arms. He firmly placed Mingluo in a place outside the Nine Palaces where Bei Liangyi could not reach him. Then he turned to face Bei Liangyi and protected Mingluo behind him.
"General." Ye Zhihan's clear and steady voice sounded.
Ye Zhihan soared into the air, his entire body covered by rushing black shadows. A huge black shadow space unfolded behind him, and sharp shadow swords condensed in the space, all pointing towards the direction of the red team's commander.
His pair of frosty blue eyes were as cold as a bottomless ice pond. The shadow blade in his hand was covered in blood, and drops of bright red blood dripped down the shadow blade to the ground.
He didn't know whether it was the enemy's blood or his own blood.
Ming Luo looked back and saw that his black half of the chessboard was littered with puppet corpses. It turned out that Ye Zhihan had won and defeated the other two.
Strangely, there were a lot of debris among the corpse. Mingluo became suspicious because she didn't seem to have found the body of the masked man.
"Okay, okay, you are the first person to beat me in a chess game, but you won't survive if you hurt the enemy by a thousand and hurt yourself by eight hundred." Bei Liangyi's body was trembling but he was laughing wildly.
Ye Zhihan ignored Bei Liangyi's words. Thousands of shadow swords behind him were fired at the same time, each one aimed at the "handsome" position in the nine-square grid where Bei Liangyi was.
When the two chess pieces, "king" and "general", meet each other, the player whose turn it is can directly use the general to kill the opponent's "general", so Ye Zhihan was able to fly across the huge chessboard and come to Ming Luo's side.
Bei Liangyi laughed even more exaggeratedly and continued, "Do you really think you can win my chess game? My brother hasn't even appeared yet."
elder brother?
Ming Luo searched in panic, but found that there were only three of them left on the chessboard, and the masked man had long disappeared.
Could it be that his brother is the charred black magma giant on one side of the chessboard?!
Mingluo wanted to get up from the chessboard, but she stumbled and fell to the ground in pain. She had no choice but to yell to Ye Zhihan, "Be careful!"
The charred black magma giant opened its huge mouth and continuously spewed fireballs at the two little men on the chessboard. The fireballs were mixed with magma pillars. The intensive attacks made it impossible to resist and they could only dodge.
In addition to the magma spewing out of its huge mouth, the magma giant also raised his hands and waved them quickly on the chessboard, leaving a charred area wherever he went.
Ye Zhihan was restrained by the giant and had to shuttle back and forth. His attacks seemed to have no effect on the giant.
Just as Ming Luo was lying on the side watching, a stream of magma spurted straight towards her.
Ming Luo was shocked and had no time to react. The lava column was too large and she couldn't avoid it even if she took action!
Ye Zhihan also noticed Mingluo's situation. He stretched out his hand and shouted, "No!"
It was too late, Ye Zhihan had no time to save her.
Mingluo pursed her lips, closed her eyes, and shed a line of tears.
"Ye Zhihan, I like you." This was Ming Luo's last words.
But after closing her eyes, the burning pain did not come. Could it be that Ye Zhihan was blocking the injury for her again?
No, don't!
Ye Zhihan is already injured, and he will die if he holds the lava for her!
Mingluo suddenly opened her eyes, but did not see the scene of Ye Zhihan vomiting blood in pain. Instead, she saw a warm orange-gold color and a thunderous roar in her ears. She looked up in surprise and looked at the little tiger who was protecting her.
Fortunately, it wasn’t Ye Zhihan, Mingluo breathed a sigh of relief.
The little tiger protected Ming Luo inside its body like a guardian beast, and summoned a magic shield with extremely pure spiritual power to block all the gushing magma.
The little tiger's true form is a golden lion, a high-grade spiritual beast. It is more than two meters tall and has a strong body. Its smooth hair cannot cover its muscles. Its fangs are as sharp as swords, and its thick claws are full of power.
"Ao!" It roared again, bared its fangs, and blew out a strong gale, directly knocking the poisoned Bei Liangyi to the ground.
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