C243 Chess Spirit Weapon Evil

Countless beams of light shot out from the golden chessboard and coiled around Fang Yi.

"Again?"

When he saw that it was another technique similar to the one he had used before, Fang Yi's head started to hurt. However, he didn't show the slightest bit of negligence as his flying sword lightly trembled, chopping down heavily at the oncoming countless beams of light