In the dark night, ning Kewei's old face slowly emerged. His heavy breathing could be felt. The blue veins on the hand holding the spear were like tree roots, showing the vicissitudes of life and calmness.
"Hehe, Wei Qing lost, no way?"
The night slowly dispersed, and everyone looked at this scene in shock. Yao Jinliang furrowed his brows, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and cupped his chin with his right fist, deep in thought.
father, Zhenzhen. ning keyun looked at the old figure in the sky and called out softly.
three purities? " Yunxiao was also surprised. what an amazing divine ability! Did Wei Qing lose?"
Everyone stopped fighting and looked at the sky in shock.
If Wei Qing was killed, then the battle would be over, and there would be no point in continuing to fight.
Ning Kewei's eyes narrowed and he said coldly, " "Wei Qing, your status as a chess player ends here. This heavenly Go game has nothing to do with you anymore."
