I'm Really a Villain!

He walked straight across the aisle, his vision widening ahead.

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

It's a vast expanse, with no end in sight.

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

This place probably used to be a real battlefield, but now it was rebuilt by the Seven Gods Academy.

……

"Fight, good fight."

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

Not far away, there was a very noisy voice.

Yelling and booing.

Xu Zimo followed the sound and walked over. 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.

In the circle surrounded by these students, two people were fighting.

One is an obese young man who holds a meteor hammer and is extremely powerful.

And the other person is Xie Changliu.

Xie Changliu was obviously exhausted, and was injured in several places all over his body, but his gaze was like a sword, and the sword intent around him became more and more fierce as he fought.

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

Xu Zimo knew very well that these people were probably fighting Xie Changliu with a wheel.

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

After all, all the people present are the proud sons of the Seven Gods Academy.

Although Xie Changliu was not weak, he hadn't become a great emperor after all, and an existence like Hong Yu's before was no longer something he could contend with.

In the arena, the young man named Sangui's meteor hammer danced vigorously.

Although Xie Changliu was outnumbered in strength and retreated while fighting, his gaze was like a sword, and he watched the young man's movements closely.

"What? Are you only a coward?" Sangui laughed.

"In my opinion, it's better to admit defeat."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Changliu fixed his eyes and shouted violently, "Medium."

The long sword in his hand was like a poisonous snake, entangled with the meteor hammer, and pierced fiercely into the young man's abdomen.

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

"You are too careless, you are still distracted from the battle and talking to me," Xie Changliu said lightly.

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

"If it wasn't a competition just now, I'm afraid you would already be a corpse," Xie Changliu said calmly as he stood up with his sword in his hand.

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

"Let's back down, I'm willing to gamble and admit defeat," only to see a young man come out.

The young man was wearing a simple blue robe, with the imprint of the sun on his forehead.

His eyes carried an aura of calm and prestige.

It can be seen that he has a lot of prestige among this group of people, so the young man named Sangui retreated obediently after saying a word.

"The name of the sword god is indeed well-deserved, and my incompetent juniors are indeed no match for you," the young man said with a smile.

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

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

Perhaps these students also realized that it is not honorable to win this kind of wheel battle.

But they can't afford to lose.

Xie Changliu's hand holding the sword was a little tighter, he knew his own situation.

No longer able to fight, the battle must be lost.

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

"Fight," Xie Changliu snorted softly.

The tone is strict, with a sonorous and powerful echo.

"Long stay, take a rest," Xu Zimo's laughter came from the crowd.

Everyone turned their heads to look, 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?"

Chapter 1208 Great War, World Burning Fire Lotus

Seeing Xu Zimo walk out, everyone was taken aback.

Tian Yiqing's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he smiled and said: "Even if this friend asks for advice, he must wait in line."

Xu Zimo pointed to Xie Changliu, and replied: "He is my friend, he is tired after several battles.

how?Just allow you to fight with each other, and we can't change one person?

Is this the only student from Seven Seminary? "

"Of course it's okay for a friend to replace you," Tian Yiqing said with a smile after being silent for a while.

"Just in case you lose, don't sue the dean."

Xu Zimo smiled, it seems that Feng Immortal did not tell these people about his situation.

If they knew that Hong Yu died by their own hands, they wouldn't dare to challenge him.

"You can heal your wounds first," Xu Zimo waved his hand, telling Xie Changliu to step back first.

Then he looked at the young man named Tian Yiqing, waved and said, "I'll let you make the move first."

"My friend is confident," Tian Yiqing snorted coldly.

With a wave of his right hand, the originally calm void suddenly became turbulent.

A long sword was slowly drawn out of the void.

The long sword swept across the void lightly, as if floating on the surface of the water, turning into overlapping shadows and killing Xu Zimo.

In these double images, there seems to be the artistic conception of Yunjuanyunshu.

Like white clouds, gathering and dispersing are intentional and impartial.

Xu Zimo put his hands behind his back, tipped his toes slightly, and stepped back.

"Senior Brother Tian is getting more and more proficient in the Seven Shadows of Yunshen," said a disciple beside him softly.

"That's right, although it is said to be seven layers, it is actually endless."

The sword in Tian Yiqing's hand swung faster and faster, until in the end, even the afterimage was blurred and couldn't be seen clearly.

The white clouds curled up, and the shadow of the sword was scorching.

Xu Zimo's eyes were fixed, and he tapped lightly in the void with one hand, and a powerful pressure fell.

He didn't care how many ghosts the opponent had, and directly broke them with force, crushing them all.

"Bang bang bang" explosion sounded.

Tian Yiqing's figure flew upside down in an instant.

The long sword drew a long trace on the ground, and Tian Yiqing stopped the figure just now.

"Fine," he said with a faint smile.

"One breath moves mountains and rivers," the soft drink sounded again.

The long sword in his hand turned into a stream of air, which seemed to surge with overwhelming power.

The sword was like a mountain and sea, with an explosion that oppressed the void, and it came to suppress Xu Zimo in one fell swoop.

Xu Zimo snorted coldly, drew his knife and stood up.

The sword glow pierced through, and the sky-slashing sword intent burst out, colliding with mountains and seas in the void.

There was another "boom" explosion.

The void exploded, and Tian Yiqing's figure flew out again.

"That's it?" Xu Zimo shook his head and laughed, and said.

Tian Yiqing didn't speak, and was silent for a while, only to see the red aura burning around him.

A pair of red wings were condensed by burning behind him.

"Sky Feather."

He flew into the void, the long sword in his hand was shrouded in a hot flame.

"The scorching sun burns the sky."

Swinging the long sword, the flame became more and more radiant in his hand, and it directly turned into a billowing heat and surged towards him.

Xu Zimo turned sideways, and the heat flow directly scattered around him.

The earth was cracked, and thick white smoke was burning in the flames.

Tian Yiqing kept flying in the void, the speed brought by his wings was astonishing.

The flames in his hands are also like arms, waving freely.

Xu Zimo dodged a few times, frowned, and turned his hands to the sky.

He shouted, "Come down."