I am a True Villain Chapter 1207: Play chess, provocation, I will practice with you

He exhaled a long breath.

The ruddyness on his face just disappeared a little bit.

The flame receded, and Xu Zimo's eyes were as bright as a torch.

"This Zhu Rong technique is really overbearing," Xu Zimo muttered to himself.

As soon as he exhales, a white qi is spit out from his mouth along the eight channels of the odd meridian.

Looking up again, the sky outside is already bright.

Xu Zimo got up and got out of bed, opened the door, the flame tree was still burning.

In the yard, there was no one sitting there.

The young man sits down in the center of the pavilion, holding black chess in his right hand and white chess in his left hand, playing chess against himself.

"Xiongtai, morning," the young man laughed.

"Morning," Xu Zimo yawned and replied calmly.

"Xiongtai, next game?" The young man stretched out his hand and asked.

Xu Zimo smiled and sat down beside him.

"Chess is like life, Xiongtai first," the young man replied.

"The white chess is like a dragon, the dragon goes to the sky, the snake lies on the ground," Xu Zimo White moves forward, the chess moves to the square.

"After the black moves around, the snake swallows the dragon," the young man set again.

"The human heart is not enough to swallow the elephant, the elephant does not know it, let alone the dragon?"

"Snakes have been repairing for thousands of years, turning pythons and dragons, why not?"

The two talk faster and faster, and the Othello moves faster and faster.

Soon, the whole chessboard was filled with chess pieces.

Xu Zimo played again and landed in the middle of the palace.

"Dragons and snakes can travel for nine days, but I am the sky, dragons and snakes are nothing but things in the palm."

The chess piece fell, and the original aura of the entire chessboard suddenly changed.

White chess surrounded the black chess, a dragon swallowing a snake.

"You lost," Xu Zimo said calmly.

"Thank you Xiongtai for your teaching," the young man stood up and said with a smile.

"You are here to find me to play chess?" Xu Zimo asked.

"It was originally a challenge, but a game of chess has been lost, and there is no word to challenge," the young man laughed.

"I will leave now."

The youth left, and the figure walked halfway.

Suddenly stopped and said: "Yes, by the way, to remind you that your friend has been challenged.

You can check it out. "

"Xie Changliu?" Xu Zimo asked.

"I don't know the name," the young man shrugged and said, "It's on the battlefield of Academy."

Looking at the back of the youth leaving, Xu Zimo frowned slightly.

No matter where he goes, there are always some people who want to use ignorance to provoke his bottom line.

He left the courtyard and inquired all the way towards the battlefield.

The battlefield of the Seven Gods Academy is not difficult to find. After ten minutes of walking, Xu Zimo saw a very generous hall in front.

A plaque hangs high above the hall.

The words "War Intent" are engraved on it.

I can feel the fighting spirit bursting from above.

On the door, there are two lion head handles.

The faint roar of the lion came from it.

Before entering this battlefield, Xu Zimo has already heard loud shouts from inside.

He grabbed the handles of the two lion heads with both hands and tugged hard, and the originally closed door was directly pulled down and thrown aside.

Xu Zimo looked up and saw an aisle ahead.

On both sides are rows of weapon racks with various knives, guns and sticks.

He walked straight through the aisle, his vision widened.

The place of competition in this battlefield is really like its name, a real battlefield.

It's so vast that there is no end in sight.

There is only endless yellow sand and numerous bones buried below.

I'm afraid this was once a real battlefield, but it has been rebuilt by the Seven Gods Academy.

……………

"Fight, good fight."

"Sangui, don't lose to others, we can't afford to lose that face."

Not far away, there was a very noisy voice.

Ranging and humming sounds.

Xu Zimo walked over looking for a voice, and from a distance, he saw hundreds of students in white robes gathered together.

He walked in quickly and squeezed a hole straight out of the crowd.

I saw two people fighting in a circle surrounded by these students.

One person is a fat young man, holding a meteor hammer with great power.

The other person is Xie Changliu.

Xie Changliu was obviously a little weak, and he was injured in several places, but his eyes were like a sword, and the sword intent around him became more and more fierce.

Xu Zimo looked at the side again. Several students had been seriously injured and fell in a pool of blood.

Xu Zimo knew it well, these people were afraid to fight Xie Changliu with a wheel war.

If this goes on, Xie Changliu will not last a few rounds sooner or later, and he will be unable to hold on.

After all, everyone present is the proud son of the Seven Gods Academy.

Although Xie Changliu is not weak, he is not a great emperor after all, and his existence like Hongyu before is no longer what he can contend.

In the field, the young man named Sangui was dancing with the tiger and tiger.

Although Xie Changliu is invincible and retreats in battle, his eyes are like a sword, staring closely at the young man's movements.

"What? Are you just a tortoise with your head down?" Sangui laughed.

"If you want me to see, it's better to admit defeat."

His voice just fell~IndoMTL.com~Xie Changliu's eyes condensed, and he shouted, "Zhong."

The long sword in his hand was like a poisonous snake, wrapped around a meteor hammer, and pierced into the youth's abdomen fiercely.

"You...", the young man looked at Xie Changliu in disbelief.

"You are too careless, and the battle still Divided Spirit talk to me," Xie Changliu said lightly.

"I'm not convinced, let's fight again," Sangui couldn't accept it, and shouted.

"If it wasn't the competition just now, I'm afraid you are already a corpse," Xie Changliu stood with his sword and said lightly.

"You...," Sangui wanted to say something, but was stopped by the voice next to him.

"Retire, and be willing to lose," saw a young man walk out.

The youth is wearing a simple blue robe with the mark of the sun on his forehead.

His eyes have an aura of no anger and power.

It can be seen that he is very prestigious among this group of people, and the young man named Sangui obediently retires.

"The name Sword God is indeed well-deserved, and my few incompetent students are indeed not your opponents," the young man laughed.

"When the sky is green, can I ask for advice."

When the youth said this, there was no movement around him.

Maybe these students also realize that it is not glorious to win this kind of wheel war.

But they can't afford to lose even more.

Xie Changliu's hand holding the sword tightened a bit, he knew his situation.

I can no longer fight, and the battle will be defeated.

But the pride of the swordsman, kendo does not allow him to retreat.

"War," Xie Changliu let out a soft cry.

The tone was serious, with a sonorous echo.

"Stay long, take a break," Xu Zimo laughed from the crowd.

Everyone turned their heads and looked around, only to see Xu Zimo walking out slowly with a smile on his face.

"If you want to ask for advice, how about I practice with you?"