I Became an Anonymous Boss

"Very good, gear shift, clutch, brake, steering wheel..."

It can be seen that it is very anxious, and finally even the operation is said. If it has hands and feet, this sword soul must want to drive by itself.

What a shame, it's clearly a sword, but it doesn't have a body, and it can't fly.

All phones have airplane mode.

"Fudu Yuhun..." Bai Taki opened his eyes.

"Ah ♂?"

"Where's your body?" Shirataki asked casually.

"Of course it stays in the shrine." Budu Yuhun said: "I am the sword soul, as long as I have a possession, the original sword body needs maintenance."

"The shrine is absolutely safe?" Shirataki asked again.

"That's for sure. The shrine does not belong to the Netherworld, and ordinary ghosts and gods cannot enter."

"That is to say, unusual ones can go in?"

"Yes, for example, a demon like you can do it." Budu Yuhun said: "But even if you go in, if you are an enemy, there will be no good results."

"How to say?"

"There are twelve gods and generals in the shrine. Although they are really fishing, they are not often online...but they will still appear when they are supposed to appear. If they go to the shrine, even the strongest ghosts and gods will have to walk on their stomachs."

"Like the black knight I met just now?"

"Cough...you can fight in groups if you can't beat it." Budu Yuhun said seriously: "Everyone is a mature person, there is no need to talk about fairness and heads-up... It's almost here, just pass through the intersection ahead, the Jingu Right at the end of the straight line."

At this time, the white mist was already a little thin, perhaps because it was close to the shrine, it was close to the edge of the nether world, and the lights in the distance could be vaguely seen.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, as long as they arrived at the shrine, they would be temporarily safe tonight.

At this moment, a sense of crisis suddenly emerged, and deep in the thick fog, there was a condensed knife light striking.

The light of the knife passed by in a flash, and the vehicle that was about to reach the terminal with everyone on it finally failed to survive to return to the factory for repairs.

The light of the knife almost cut it in half.

The engine was cut off and was no longer usable, and a large number of flames emerged from the leaking oil and gas.

Amamiya Ying guarded the other two and jumped out of the vehicle, while Bai Taki got out of the vehicle and looked at the person who had just cut off the vehicle.

Sure enough...it was still the black knight.

This is the third encounter.

At this time, the black knight was dissatisfied with his previous appearance, and looked much more ferocious, his skull-like visor was already full of cracks and on the verge of breaking.

The armor on the chest was also tattered, and there were traces of being pierced by arrows in the lower abdomen, but no blood flowed out.

His body showed signs of emaciation, like an undead corpse after losing its humanity.

He held a sword in his hand, a samurai sword, with a gloomy light and murderous intent.

Incomparably pure hostility.

Shirataki felt that the black knight was not coming for Rei Hanyu, but for himself.

"Stalking may work for girls, but it doesn't work for me."

"Isn't it a bit too chattering to be so entangled with me?"

Shirataki stared at the black knight, knowing that his thin throat could no longer speak, but he still wanted to say something.

"Or, what do you want to say is that between you and me, there must be immortality?"

Before he finished speaking, the black knight had already let out a roar, driving the broken body, and the blood red under the skull mask lit up.

Shirataki set up the four-style thunderbolt to block the saber, the saber came to his body, the coldness and killing intent were both chilling.

Smoke, sword light, thunder, white mist...

Bai Taki raised the corners of his lips and pressed his knee against the other's chest. The distance between the two was widened. He circled half a circle and walked to the back of the three women.

"You guys go first..." Bai Taki turned his back on them, and turned on the camera slowly: "Next, it's my one-man show."

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Humans have animal nature, which cannot be deprived at any time. This is something that is truly engraved in DNA.

No matter how much Shirataki claims to be a civilized person, when it's time to move his fist, he won't hesitate at all.

Just like at this moment, he is also looking forward to the battle.

It doesn't matter why you fight. In the past, he may have to convince himself and give himself a reason to clenched his fists with peace of mind and swung his nirvana in the face of the enemy. Now he has gradually become accustomed to using force instead of talking talk about it.

why?

Maybe it's because the world needs less and less reason.

Only the weak like to chatter and reason; the strong don't need to reason, existence is reason.

Shirataki wanted to be strong, so he couldn't retreat.

when--!The four-style Thunderbolt collided with the Taidao, an arc burst out, and the sound of the collision was crisp and clear, as if iron was being struck.

Shirataki moved his stiff wrist, and after more than ten collisions in a row, his tiger's jaw ached, and the opponent's brute force was not weaker than him who was full of demon energy.

But he was not good at brute force, and when he was holding a heavy hammer, the speed of the opponent's knife was not unacceptably fast, which proved that he was the one who had the upper hand in terms of dexterity.

Bai Taki touched the ground with his toes, and his figure moved like a ghost. While pulling out the afterimage, he avoided the knife aura. A few strokes of the knife were as light as snow, brushed his cheeks, and cut off a few strands of hair, while he He also directly buckled the opponent's waist in a charging posture, then went around to the back, locked the waist and grappled, and then fell back in German style. The black knight failed to defend in time, and was hit heavily on the ground, and the ground was directly pitted .

Immediately afterwards, Shirataki straightened his back and made up for it.

The black knight flew out like a ball, smashed into the railing ten meters away, and hit the barricade on the side of the road, but the power of this kick was more humiliating than harming, the damage was not high, and the insult was slightly stronger.

The black knight's eyes were red, the murderous general didn't know what fear was, anger was his bone marrow, killing was his soul, and what drove him to continue his action was hatred. With a roar, he drew his sword and cut out countless Qi Lan, vacuum knife wave, the momentum is frightening.

Afterwards, countless saber lights were gathered back into the scabbard, and when he drew the saber again, he slashed with lightning speed.

This is the ultimate saber technique, concise and swift, it is an extremely fast offensive saber technique, abandoning all defensive means.

So Dao Guang slashed over again, this time Bai Taki didn't dodge, but took a step forward.

In his eyes, he ignored this lingering and terrifying speed.

Shirataki's left pupil was scorching hot, as if it was burning with flames.

He is not good at using weapons to fight, and he has never been good at it. On the battlefield, he relies on adapting to the situation and talking about the opponent's mentality.

If they were fighting at the same level of cultivation and quality, Shirataki would definitely not be able to survive three rounds under Lan Xiangxue's hands with a sword in his hand. With a sword, he would not be able to defeat Yu Gongying, but he might last a little longer.

Amamiya Ying's swordsmanship quality is at the level of a swordsman. She is one of the few women who has completed the Amamiya-ryu graduation test. Xu Jiechuan, and at the age of [-], completed the trial of one-on-one-nine, known as the nine-fighter... Therefore, it is not a mistake for Yingzhou media to hype her as a contemporary swordsman.

In terms of pure skills and experience, Shirataki does not have any advantage. His swordsmanship used to have two moves, which have been abolished.

As for hammering, he didn't practice at all, just swinging a hammer, what can change?

But no one thinks he is weak, because his strength comes from the foundation.

His strength is very pure, relying on his own physique and the domineering nature of Tianmo Zhenqi.

Its foundation is nothing more than two points, one is speed, and the other is strength.

In the world of martial arts, everything is invincible, only fast can't be broken, one force can be reduced to ten times!

Shirataki had his own trump card, facing the edge of the blade, he punched horizontally.

His entire right arm was wrapped in invisible strength, his skin was like steel, every inch of his muscles showed a flowing shape, the muscles were full of explosive power, and the true energy was highly compressed in every part of his arm. On an inch of skin.

The Arhat Heart Sutra expounds what is the congenital King Kong state, and also deduces the Arhat boxing method, which is an ordinary martial arts, to a higher state.

Don't really think that he has been reciting the Arhat Heart Sutra for so long!

Pushing flat with a fist, he slammed into the light of the white sword. What a stupid act. He dared to touch the famous sword with flesh and blood head-on, but it was so fierce. The wrath of the demon broke out in this place. for a moment.

The figures of the two sides are staggered, like ghosts and gods like tyrannosaurs, like tigers like yakshas.

The crazy and elegant figure flashed past.

Shirataki and the black knight stood with their backs facing each other again.

The black knight waved the samurai sword in his hand, a smear of blood appeared on the edge of the knife, and with a light wave, it was like shaking off rainwater from an umbrella. This posture of closing the knife is called Xuezhen. drop.

But Shirataki's right arm was indeed injured, a white mark appeared, and a thin line [-] centimeters long appeared on the right arm.

He raised his arm, and saw a thin thread appear on the entire arm, and then a bean-sized drop of blood gushed out from the thin thread, extending from the back of the hand to the elbow.

It seems serious, but it's not a big deal, it's just a skin trauma.

He turned around indifferently and looked at the black knight with a smile under his mask.

Because the knife in the black knight's hand was covered with cracks, and with the end of Xue Zhen's action, the cracks spread to most of the blade.

The samurai sword is not hard enough, it is too brittle, and it will inevitably break when it collides, which is also the fate of every sword.

This knife cut the skin of the demon, which is enough to be proud of, but it is a pity that it has only won one battle, and it is also unfortunate to meet the demon.

So it breaks.

It shattered like glass, scattering fragments all over the place.

At the same time, not only the knife was broken, but also the black knight's mask, and his entire arm.

The black knight took a step back, not because of fear, but because of the damage that made it unable to continue. The facial features under the mask were skinny facial features, which could not be seen from the original appearance. Fresh, like dried fruit.

But those eyes still burned with hatred.

Shirataki lowered his right hand, letting the blood drip.

He tried to move his right arm, but apart from a little pain, it didn't bother him at all, only the skin melted away, and the bones and muscles were not damaged.

He didn't understand why the black knight was so hostile to him, but it didn't matter, there were too many people who hated him, and it was too late to care about them all.

He just wanted to end this battle quickly.

Just as Shirataki walked towards the black knight, a strange aura made all his hairs stand on end.

……

Amame Ying is struggling.

Without a car as a means of transportation, Duan Mujin couldn't walk, and Hanyu Rei's condition was too bad to move.