He exhaled a long breath.

The ruddy 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 said to himself.

As soon as he exhaled, a white qi followed the eight meridians of the odd meridian and exhaled from his mouth.

Looking up again, the sky outside is already bright.

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

And in the yard, I don't know when there was a person sitting.

The young man sat down in the middle 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 smiled.

"Morning," Xu Zimo yawned and replied calmly.

"Brother, 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, and the snake lies on the ground," Xu Zimo moved the white chess forward and moved 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?"

"Snake repairs for thousands of years, transforming pythons and dragons, why not?"

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

Soon, the entire chessboard was filled with chess pieces.

Xu Zimo played the game 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."

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

White chess surrounded 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.

"Originally it was a challenge, but a game of chess has been lost and there is nothing to challenge," the young man laughed.

"That's it."

The young man 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 go check it out. "

"Xie Changliu?" Xu Zimo asked.

"I don't know the name," the young man said with a shrug, "just on the battlefield of the academy."

Seeing the young man leaving behind, 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 Theological Academy was not difficult to find. After ten minutes of walking, Xu Zimo saw a very generous hall in front of him.

A plaque hung high above the hall.

There are two characters "War Intent" engraved on it.

I can feel the fighting spirit bursting out from above.

On the gate, there are two lion head handles.

The faint roar of the lion came from it.

Before entering this battlefield, Xu Zimo had already heard loud shouts from within.

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 there was an aisle ahead.

On both sides are rows of weapon racks with various swords, guns and sticks placed on them.

He walked straight through the aisle, his vision widened.

The place of competition in this battlefield is really like its name, it is the 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 am afraid that this place was once a real battlefield, but it has been rebuilt by the Seven Theological 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.

Shouting and humming sounds.

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

He walked in quickly and squeezed a hole directly from the crowd.

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

One 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 his whole body was injured in several places, but his eyes were like a sword, and the sword intent around his body became fiercer.

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

Xu Zimo knew it well, these people were afraid that they were fighting Xie Changliu with a wheel war.

If this continues, Xie Changliu will not be able to hold on for a few rounds sooner or later, and will be unable to hold on.

After all, everyone present was the proud son of the Seven Theological Academy.

Although Xie Changliu was not weak, he was not a great emperor after all. He could no longer contend with the existence of Hongyu before.

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

Although Xie Changliu was invincible and retreated from the battle, his eyes were like a sword, staring at the young man's movements closely.

"Why? Are you just a turtle?" Sangui laughed.

"For me, it's better to admit defeat."

His voice just fell, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Xie Changliu's eyes condensed, and he shouted, "In."

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

"You..." The youth looked at Xie Changliu in disbelief.

"You are too careless, and the battle is still distracted to 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 up with his sword and said lightly.

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

"Retreat, and be willing to give in," saw a young man walk out.

The youth was wearing a simple blue robe with the sun's mark on his forehead.

There was an aura of no anger and might in his eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

But they can't afford to lose.

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

No longer able to fight, the battle will be defeated.

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

"War," Xie Changliu yelled.

The tone was serious, with a sonorous echo.

"Stay long, take a rest," Xu Zimo's laughter came 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?"