I Became an Anonymous Boss

The demon girl suddenly remembered what her friend said - "There is so much water."

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Quiet and lonely path, water and fire melt.

It is a rare event in the world that two people are at the top of the list, and the top masters of the younger generation confront each other.

The struggle between the rivers and lakes is nothing more than the level of seniority, but there are always more battles between young people and young people. This is why the Daqin royal family chose to limit the requirements for the list to be under [-] years old, because the younger you are, the younger you are. The stronger the fighting spirit of a master, the more likely they will die if a conflict arises. However, if they are over thirty-five years old, the speed of progress of a martial artist will slow down significantly. If you put your mind to it, it can actually promote social order to a certain extent. effect.

This competition for the list of candidates is also a rare event that has not been seen in half a year in martial arts reviews.

Yes, this time belongs to the list of people.

On the bright side, it looked like six true biography besieged one, but few of the other five congenitals survived Beiming Qingqiu's men for three rounds, and most of them were defeated in embarrassment. Under the circumstances, otherwise, if you focus on the vital points, the innate body protection qi will not be able to match her three flat a's, and it will be much weaker than Lord Yan's shield.

The difference in strength is too obvious, which should make many true disciples feel blush. Su Ruoshui is the only one who is really capable of competing with Beiming Qingqiu. She doesn't like fighting, and she lacks the desire to perform. Only then did these sisters of the same school know how many Qiantang Rivers she had released during the daily feeding and discussion, which also corresponded to a word in her name. She was really a woman who released as much water as the sea.

"The six true biographies..." Beiming Qingqiu said with fluttering hair, "Is this the only skill?"

Su Ruoshui's expression was silent, not being provoked at all.

Martial artists often keep silent in their moves, concentrate on observing the changes every second and every moment, catch them by surprise, and predict the opponent's prediction, which requires extremely concise spirit. Choose to have language interference...

Naturally, sometimes speaking is not necessarily talking, it may also be a weird roar. Roaring can strengthen courage, and yelling can also distract the enemy's attention and disturb the opponent's thoughts. The master's "Unlimited Fighting" has been recorded, but for Xiantian, yelling is too out of style, everyone should keep silent and run the real energy, and the mutual killing with real swords and swords is more suitable.

Su Ruoshui swung her sword forward, and the aura hidden in the flowing water blade was awakened. With the continuous increase of the injection of true essence and the increase of the fighting time, the water flow formed when she swung her sword edge was no longer a thin layer, but It is running water visible to the naked eye. Although it is rare, each sword falls like a stream. The water rushes towards the face and hits Beiming Qingqiu's long hair and clothes on the shoulders. Relying on the cultivation base of the peak of the third heaven, she forcefully dropped a palm, and dropped ten times with one force. It was not a trick, but purely relying on strength to break through this endless sword dance. Slapping the broken copper tripod and steel bell with the palm, Su Ruoshui's sword is not in a hurry, and the sword dance in the flowing clouds and flowing water is not fast or slow, wrapping around her right palm like a whirlpool. The sword energy is not sharp, but the palm is absorbed into the water flow, and the energy is strong. Seventy percent of it disappeared, and the phoenix fire feathers on the sleeves were also covered by flowing water. Although the water continued to evaporate and vaporize, it could not hurt the opponent's body, but fell into the opponent's restraining network.

Su Ruoshui won't let go of this opportunity. With a flick of his wrist, the flowing sword crossed the track. The blade of the sword was released from his hand, turned around his wrist, and fell into his hand again. He drew a few meters around the sword and wrapped it around The fire feathers on Beiming Qingqiu's body were covered by the turbulent flow of water. From a demon girl with a spirit of fire to a woman with a beauty of water, the most difficult parasol fire has been suppressed. Su Ruoshui is about to advance the weapon, directly She broke through the protective zhenqi and subdued her, but suddenly her movements froze, and there was a tearing sound from her sleeves. She looked away from the corner of her eyes, and saw that a hand had already grabbed her sleeves at some point, breaking through. Overcoming the limitation of the flowing water, passing through the vortex, grabbing the cuff and pulling it forward, Su Ruoshui was forced to move forward a small half a step with the sound of the cloth being torn, and then she tried to lean back, but she couldn't She felt a pain in her hair. She had no time to worry about whether her appearance was intact in the previous fight. One of her hairpins had already been detached, and half of her long hair fell down. At this time, it also became the grasping point of the grappling technique. It was as if he had seen the smile of the demon girl who had succeeded.

... Suffered!

Su Ruoshui's heart skipped a beat, and then she felt severe pain when her hair was pulled. She failed to move back, but was pulled forward and staggered forward. Blood flowed and mixed into the water.

But this is just pain, completely unknown.

Beiming Qingqiu was already close at hand, his face pierced through the three-foot sword circle of flowing clouds and flowing water sword dance, one hand was pulling her hair, the other hand was holding her collar, his body was slightly low, and his shoulders were against Su Ruoshui chest, and then... slammed over his shoulder——!

Su Ruoshui was unable to protect herself in an instant, and while the sky was spinning, her body drew a large circle of arcs, just like riding a roller coaster, the feeling of gravity dizziness hit, her body fell into the ground, and a small half of her hair was ripped off. The ground was sunken on the spot, and a near-circular pothole as wide as a person emerged. The protective energy did not dissipate immediately, but it only protected the body. She was still hurt by the force of the shock, and almost coughed out a mouthful of sweetness. There was a burning pain in her lungs, and she was about to get up, but she was strangled by one hand, and her right wrist was trampled under her feet.

Beiming Qingqiu lowered his head, his blue hair scattered, and water dripped from his hair, hitting Su Ruoshui's cheek.

The elder sister secretly gritted her silver teeth, looked at the broken black hair in Beiming Qingqiu's hand, and couldn't help being annoyed: "You..."

"What? You want to call me despicable? If you beat one of the six of you, isn't it despicable?" Beiming Qingqiu shook the drops of water from his hair and asked, "I'm a member of the Demon Sect. The moves are normal."

"Children only pull their hair when they fight!" Su Ruoshui stared at her, wanting to break her hair too.

"Since it's a fight, what's the difference between adults and children?" Beiming Qingqiu said disdainfully: "Someone told me that pulling your hair, slapping your nose, or even stealing a peach... why should you think too much about life and death? If you want to blame your own carelessness, why did I break up the formation in a few rounds and make it messy?"

Su Ruoshui was silent, she didn't intend to use force at first, who knew that Beiming Qingqiu was so arrogant, and her strength was really tyrannical, when did she become so powerful during the half a year of disappearing?Also, what is the origin of the red bracelet on her wrist, which can completely crush the alien soldiers of the Second Junior Sister with one punch?

Beiming Qingqiu mentioned Su Ruoshui: "Please come with me..."

"Where?"

"The ends of the earth." Beiming Qingqiu smiled: "Does it sound romantic?"

"You plan to tie me back to the Holy Fire Church like this?" Su Ruoshui said expressionlessly.

"Maybe I will bring you back to get married?" Beiming Qingqiu rubbed the delicate chin of the first true biography: "You won't be able to marry anyway, so why not consider joining the Demon Sect. House concubine?"

"Heh..." Su Ruoshui said calmly, "You hijacked me and tried to leave, but you couldn't go far."

Beiming Qingqiu didn't say a word, she had her own way, and she certainly couldn't go too far with her legs alone, but as a demon saint, she had her own way to escape.

Since you have the courage to dangle in front of other people's springs, you can have an invincible golden body without the resurrection armor, and you will be safe if you are prepared.

She was smiling calmly, but suddenly, a chill came over her.

A strong sense of crisis filled the martial artist's spiritual sense, and her sixth sense told her that a great danger was three feet away.

The witch looked at Su Ruoshui and said, "No wonder you are so calm, it turns out that someone sent you a voice..."

Without waiting for Su Ruoshui's answer, Beiming Qingqiu's smile faded, and the fire feathers of the phoenix tree fluttered like fallen leaves, and they swam across the ocean in one go!

Qi Sea Realm breathed in the true essence in one breath, her whole body's Qi mechanism was burning like a raging fire, and half of the true essence evaporated in an instant, the red phoenix bracelet turned from red to green, she looked up to the sky and screamed loudly, like a phoenix crowing, and the fire feathers fluttered, Dancing for nine days, half of the sky outside the scene was illuminated by fire.

The sorcerer girl borrowed the power of the parasol red bracelet in the half-spiritual realm to summon the almost psychic charm and burst out the strongest move.

The target was not any figure in front of him, but a touch of purple clothes three feet away behind him.

I can’t tell it’s the charm, but the unknown is the flame. The divine bird covered in blue and gorgeous feathers flutters its wings and flies, destroying all the buildings on both sides of the road. The quiet path is covered by the flames. Going forward, the flame gave birth to the divine bird, and the divine bird swallowed the flame, and the distance of three feet has turned into a scorching sea of ​​flames, and the blue flames spread.

Regardless of how powerful this move is, this charm is enough to amaze people.

Shen Qingmei frowned slightly, her eyes unconsciously revealed a few touches of surprise, and she secretly thought that the saint of the demon sect has such abilities, but this flame is clearly not the holy flame of light, there is only one source of fire, the immortal demon It is impossible for the sect to be willing to gamble on the teaching luck and entrust the fire to the other party for safekeeping... But no matter what, making this move is enough to cross the Vientiane Realm, because if you don't reach the Vientiane Realm of Tongxuan, you may even lose your life. I can't even see the charm of this move.

This gorgeous move is full of charm, Shen Qingmei has a faint heart of cherishing talent, and she is a little reluctant to destroy this move, but in a sigh, she has put her index finger and middle finger together, and a sharp and sharp sword light is brewing. The seemingly unremarkable move of the mysterious sword finger is exactly a unique skill that she comprehended personally. Even if there is no vision, this sword light can sweep the Vientiane Realm.

The white sword glow fell, cutting through the path of three feet of flames three inches, and the wings of the roaring blue divine bird were also cut off by the finger of the sword.

The fire feathers of the phoenix trees fluttered into a blue-red brilliance all over the sky, and the hot wind and waves rolled up the green clothes with heavy eyebrows, and the king of heaven stood awe-inspiring, wearing purple clothes, but the flames did not touch.

The charm was shattered, Beiming Qingqiu's pretty face turned pale, her mental power was exhausted too much, her temples ached faintly, but she didn't lose her will to fight.

Beiming Qingqiu's fighting spirit was not fading, and he sneered in his heart... so what if you are the king of heaven?Can you teach me how many times to die?

She was about to go to Kunlun with two breaths, but just when she raised her breath, the purple clothes had already rushed to her, and her fingertips touched her chest lightly, and the sword energy blocked her main meridian that circulated her true energy.

Beiming Qingqiu coughed up fresh blood as if struck by thunder, the sword energy of the sixth level of heaven was hidden in the blood, and the blood droplets coughed up pierced through the remaining stone wall like a sharp sword. She was no longer able to stand up, weak Holding his knee with his single palm, the flame color of his hair couldn't hold on to the last stubbornness, and faded away.

Surrounded by devastation, the demon girl stubbornly raised her eyes and stared at Shen Qingmei. She seemed to want to say something, but she was coughing up blood.

"You can't use force for ten days, just like ordinary people." Shen Qingmei said indifferently: "During this period of time, you have to spit out everything you have done."

"It's really rare, you can still resist killing me." Beiming Qingqiu couldn't change his true nature, and he didn't respect the king of heaven: "Doesn't the righteous way pay attention to cutting weeds and roots?"

"Holy fire taught you such a genius, knowing that you are dead, they don't know how painful it is." Shen Qingmei said coldly: "Before you found Feiyuezhaixing, it was not so easy for you to want to die."

Beiming Qingqiu was about to say something to ridicule the old woman for not even knowing who the thief was, but at this moment she suddenly fell silent.

She fell silent, lowered her head anxiously, hiding her eyes, biting her lower lip eagerly, like a child who made a mistake.

The moon shines on the sky demon, and walks at night in white clothes.

Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty Six

The remaining four of the six true biography retain their full combat power, plus a law enforcement elder at the Heavenly King Realm.

Anyone with a little bit of cultivation and common sense knows that the danger here is no less than that of the Devil's Cave.

The righteous way of killing demons is a matter of course, and vice versa. In this era of time and age, most people are rational and don't know how to follow their five senses. No one will pity the life and death of a witch, even if she grows up. How beautiful it is.

Moreover, judging from the current situation, Beiming Qingqiu may not die, but he will suffer a lot. Tianxiang Pavilion is an orthodox sect, but there is always a distinction between the outside and the inside. There is no sect that does not prepare torture tools or something.

Since she was born in the Demon Sect, if she is caught, don't think that she can leave without incident.

Reason, that's the truth.

She couldn't escape because of her own support and her own incompetence.

Beiming Qingqiu didn't bother to argue, nor would she plead with the other party, it would only make her look sad or even unable to lose.

But in the end she shuddered.

She lowered her head, bit her lip and flinched, her expression was apprehensive, and the expression of apprehension was so clear.

In the eyes of other Zhenchuan, they thought she was suddenly pretending to be weak and deceitful, to win sympathy.

But Shen Qingmei didn't think so, because she wasn't looking at herself, nor was she afraid of the strength of the Heavenly King Realm.

Until the sudden sound of footsteps disturbed the dying flames of war.

At the end of the dilapidated path, there is a figure wearing moonlight, and the white clothes are better than the snow.

Su Ruoshui caressed her torn hair, looked at the person who came, and said the name of the person: "Mr. Bai..."

The other true biographers didn't have a deep impression of him, but after a few visits, they all began to wonder why this young man who seemed to be different appeared here at this time?

Could it be that he is also a demon, and he came here specially to save people?

But he doesn't seem to have entered the innate realm, did he come here to give away the head?

The true disciples looked at each other, but they didn't underestimate anything because of this. With the previous lessons, they didn't take the lead in speaking rudely, but chose to wait.

Bai Taki walked into the path, and read out Li Shangyin's seven-character quatrain: "I first heard that Zhengyan has no cicada..."

The women listened to each other, all the women in the Tianxiang Pavilion knew how to play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and they belonged to educated talents.

The first reaction to hearing the poems is to listen subconsciously. This is because their talents have moved.

Everyone's attention was attracted, including Shen Qingmei and Beiming Qingqiu.

Bai Taki read out the second sentence unhurriedly: "The south water of Baichilou connects to the sky."

Su Ruoshui looked towards the south, and the reflection of the courtyard in the center of Jiulianxin Lake was reflected in the sparkling water.

She said in her heart that "water meets the sky".

Young Master Bai continued to read the third sentence: "Young girl Su'e can withstand the cold..."

Su'e, that is, Chang'e.

And the young girl?

Su Ruoshui and the other women subconsciously looked at Beiming Qingqiu in Tsing Yi.

Bai Taki had already walked ten steps behind Shen Qingmei, and read out the fourth sentence: "Fighting Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the moon."

The disciples of Zhenchuan were immersed in the beautiful scenery described in the poem, although it was only for a moment.

The last two lines of this verse are actually depicting the moonlight, which seems to be an illusion.

But if you take a closer look, the last two sentences seem not to be freehand, but realistic.

Isn't the young girl Su'e referring to Beiming Qingqiu and Su Ruoshui?

Dou Chanjuan in the frost of the moon, doesn't it refer to them fighting each other under the moonlight?

It is inevitable that some disciples will be distracted, secretly marveling at the fact that this young man has such a poetic talent despite his inconspicuous appearance.

The third girl approached and touched Su Ruoshui with her elbow: "Senior sister, he seems to be flirting with you."

Su Ruoshui frowned: "Don't make trouble... This Mr. Bai is clearly here for Beiming Qingqiu."