He stood in front of Chen Zhimo and looked down at him condescendingly.

"So now do you think you can stop me and wait?"

He then asked.

Lu Buqi behind him had also walked over slowly, he was not walking fast or slow, just step by step, like a walk after afternoon tea or after dinner.

The other thirty wandering monks also walked towards this place as fast or slow.

The vertical and horizontal white lines on the board begin to dissolve little by little.

But Chen Zhimo's face did not have the slightest fear or panic.

He looked up at the big red robe, and then smiled slightly: "Of course you can stop it." ”

After the words fell, Chen Zhimo picked up a black piece, and the chess piece was completely condensed by the aura, he picked up the chess piece and put it on the ground, and the aura dissipated like smoke.

Immediately after that, one hundred and eighty-one black chess pieces suddenly appeared on the chessboard within a radius of 100 zhang, forming a space of its own within 100 zhang, and the chessboard seemed to be separated from the outside world.

Darkness enveloped everyone, and there seemed to be a meteor falling from the sky, a sword light rose in front of him, a sea of fire burned behind him, and there seemed to be an abyss under his feet.

The chessboard was unpredictable, and almost everyone's footsteps stopped and were stopped.

Those long lines that had gradually dissipated were re-solidified, and even Lu Bude's footsteps were slightly paused.

Although these tricks are not weak, they can't stop him.

"What if you stop them? I'm right in front of you, what are you going to do?"

The big red robe looked at him and did not stop the chess pieces from falling, as he said, what is Chen Zhimo going to do?

The soul cultivation division can be subdivided into many kinds, such as Luofuyuan's mountain life soul, which is basically no different from martial cultivation, but it is stronger when it is hard to fight.

But Chen Zhimo's chessboard life soul is different, but tends to be more spiritual.

A divine cultivator is close to his body by a martial cultivator, no matter who he puts on his body, it is a very dangerous thing.

"You don't know much about me. ”

Chen Zhimo stood up from the spot, patted the clothes on his body gently, and then smiled.

Da Hong Pao did not deny it, and nodded very simply, he is the Great Holy Son of Yin Cao, where does he need to deliberately understand others? Not to mention that Chen Zhimo's previous reputation has not spread throughout the continent like Zi Fei.

"So what?"

So he asked.

"So that's what I'm going to do. ”

Chen Zhimo half-squatted and took a stance, the ground under his feet collapsed slightly, and a folding fan hung on his waist and swayed back and forth, this was the same fan he used when he killed Bailiqi.

Now I can't use it anymore and I don't want to use it anymore.

He raised his fist and blasted straight out, this move is called smashing the yellow dragon, and it is one of the most common moves in street fights.

But what he used was a murderous move.

The aura around him was all gathered on the fist body, and the air with his arm stretched out began to vibrate, and a strange smell came into the noses of the two people, which was the intersection of air and aura and the smell of burning.

The big flower's clothes were raised backwards, and the aura swept towards him with a strong wind.

The punch was fast.

Chen Zhimo was decisive and ruthless.

There is no mercy at all, and there is no friendship between him and Da Hong Pao, so naturally there is no need to show mercy.

The white characters on the ground quietly rose into the air and then fell suddenly, and in an instant, the shape of the square changed drastically, and the black and white chess pieces were intertwined and fused, and the power was more than doubled.

The pupils of the big red robe shrank to a point, and he raised his palm to hold the punch, but his body still took more than ten steps back, and countless brilliance bloomed on the chessboard, dividing it into one small world after another, trapping everyone in it.

"Soul Martial Arts Double Rest?"

Da Hong Pao looked at his red and trembling arm, and his eyes seemed to be able to look directly at Chen Zhimo through the small world, and said in surprise.

"Concession. ”

Chen Zhimo bowed slightly and said lightly.

The big red robe's condensed eyes relaxed a little, a smile appeared on his face, and a battle intent like a cloud rose from the depths of his eyes.

"That's kind of interesting. ”

He laughed, the big flower clothes moved with the wind like dandelions, and the soles of his feet stepped forward, and the small world cracked inch by inch, and it was impossible to stop it at all.

"Look. ”

Chen Zhimo withdrew his fist, hung his arms at his side, looked behind him and said.

The big red robe's footsteps paused slightly, and he glanced back.

Immediately, his face gradually turned cold, and he saw that most of the thirty-one Youye monks behind him were trapped in the small world, except for Lu Buqi, who was still moving forward.

"The previous chief of the academy could suppress the whole world and not be able to raise his head, so can I. ”

Chen Zhimo stared at the big red robe and said in an extremely serious tone.

"But not everybody's wrong. ”

The big red robe smiled coldly, noncommittal.

Zifei is known as a generation of horizontal pressure, invincible in the same realm, so that the whole world can't raise his head, and when he first entered the five realms, he cut off all the grandmaster powerhouses sent by Yin Cao and the desolate people to the snow field, and even from Xiaonanqiao, a sword qi spanned millions of miles all the way to the door of the desolate priest Congpu's house, smashed the fence wall, and almost slashed Jiang Lin's umbrella under the sword.

Just breaking through the realm, he ranked seventh on the Heavenly Scroll, which was extremely praised, but not a single person was unmistakable.

Yin Cao is also in the world, so naturally he can't raise his head in front of Zifei.

"But I'm also the head of the college. ”

Chen Zhimo replied.

Then his two arms, hanging at his side, were raised, stretched parallel to the left and right, and every line, every point, and every grid on the chessboard bloomed with a snow-white light and rose towards the sky.

Blood spurted from his mouth and fell like plum blossoms, dotted on the ground.

A chessboard phantom appeared behind Chen Zhimo, also exuding dazzling brilliance, and countless spiritual energy was like a whirlpool, constantly absorbing him as the center.

The snow white within a hundred zhang suddenly mixed with half of the pitch black.

Black and white rose into the sky at the same time, and then turned into a giant dragon and flipped down.

The chessboard cracked and the ground collapsed, and the abyss under his feet had been waiting for a long time.

The dragon struck the ground, unstoppable, the stones on the ground rolled, and then stopped, smiling layer by layer, just a breath The huge stone turned into a small dot and then became a fine dust,

The abyss is like a giant mouth that chooses people to devour, and holds the ritual of death.

The dazzling and dazzling brilliance vanished, and everything in the field resurfaced in everyone's eyes.

The flower clothes on the big red robe were shattered, a smear of blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were mixed with fanatical excitement.

Lu Buju didn't know when he had walked not far away, his face was pale, his legs trembled slightly, and his eyes looking at Chen Zhimo were full of jealousy.

Chen Zhimo stood quietly in place, his outstretched arms had been put back to his side, blood was still flowing from his mouth, the ground and chest were all stained red, but there was an extremely presumptuous smile on his face.

The chessboard is gone.

There were a dozen human heads rolling on the ground, as well as seven or eight corpses.

The smell of blood was really pungent.

It smells so good.

......

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ps: It's also very cool