I Became an Anonymous Boss

"Don't worry, just stay where you are and don't move around." The young man on the other end of the phone said, "I'll be there soon."

Duan Mujin lowered her head and replied softly: "Yes."

The phone was hung up, and the young man in the distance pressed the breath button and put the phone in his pocket. On the ground behind him, a huge monster fell to the ground, its head separated from its body, and half the street was covered in blood.

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The streets of Ginza used to be so bustling, even after nightfall, the noise would never stop.

The center of this luxurious city is here, where countless men and women squander time and money to get drunk and hustle and bustle.

It had never been so silent.

The streets were extremely quiet, only the sound of swords colliding with steel could be heard.

The sound of tinkling iron was the only sound. Countless people were staring at the battle in the middle of the road with bated breath. The criss-crossing sword energy made gaps in the ground one after another. Originally, watching violence was a form of entertainment for human beings.

Whether going to a movie or watching a live fighting match, the atmosphere is always hot, but the atmosphere at this time is so dead and heavy.

In the atmosphere of white mist, only one person is fighting.

The girl with the ponytail is fighting the three crows and tengus. This is not a fair one-on-one, and no one will pay attention to fairness with her.

The purple current was flowing on the blade of Fudu Yuhun. She hit the Zen stick in the same Yatengu's hand for the eleventh time, and finally the blade embedded in the gap that had already been opened. The light of the blade fell, and the first Yatengu's monk's robe burst out with blood and screamed sharply. It was not dead after being pierced by the knife, but grabbed Fudu Yuhun's blade, and at the same time the other two Yatengu attacked with corners.

The attack was so fierce that there was nowhere to hide.

Yu Gongying used the bottom of the handle of the knife in her palm, and pushed forward with both feet without retreating. The injured Yatengu's hands were covered with blood and failed to hold the knife. The blade of the spirit knife pierced Yatengu's chest , pierced the heart, it coughed up a mouthful of blood, she slammed into the opponent's arms at the same time, pushed Yatengu's body down, rolled over and punched on the spot, pulled out Budu Yuhun, and also dodged the flying past Two Zen sticks.

"Eleventh." Yu Gongying silently counted.

At this time, the big tengu in front of the Rashomon had an extremely ugly expression, and cracks appeared on the human bone rosary in his hand.

This is not over yet, the other two Yatengu followed closely, but without one, their offensive was not as fast and continuous as before.

Yatengu's attack mode has been seen through by Amamiya Ying. The price of their large size is that they move slowly and carry huge wings. Their backs are difficult to defend. Whenever they are wounded, they will roll their wings subconsciously Therefore, Yatengu's most suitable tactic is to attack more and less, and the three of them attack one of them.

But she didn't choose to go around, but attacked from the front, because this kind of creature's head has a wide field of vision, but it can't see the front of itself very well. Without a crow tengu, the encirclement will be chaotic.

Two Zen sticks came bombarding, Yu Gongying saw the opportunity, and at the same time seeing through the moves, a sassy side-sliding step, as if the movement of the sword was very smooth, dodged the Zen sticks, and at the same time, swung the knife sideways, and the knife cut into Yatengu In the lower abdomen, another Yatengu swept across in a hurry.

Yu Gongying just wiped the knife and then dodged, and this blow hit her allies impartially. Yatengu, who was already injured in the lower abdomen, burst into his internal organs and fell to the ground on the spot. Immediately afterwards, Zi With a flash of electricity, the last hit was over, and a head fell down.

The last remaining Yatengu was furious, fluttered its wings, and dived from the sky. Amamiya Ying slid the shovel on the spot, grabbed Yatengu's calf, and jumped on its back. Yatengu struggled to throw her off , the two flew up to the sky at a height of ten meters, and then one of its wings was cut off, and the crow with the broken wing fell down. It did not fall to death, but was pierced through the back of the head with a knife.

Yu Gongying kicked Yatengu's body away, got up from the ground, and pulled out Budu Yuhun. Her clothes and arms were covered in blood, and her left hand was also broken. It was used to bear the damage when it landed, so it was no surprise. broken.

"The thirteenth horse."

She read the numbers silently, not caring about her broken left hand, but looked at the ghosts.

With such a quiet gaze, her eyes seemed to be burning with infinite fire.

The crowd at the back looked at the corpses scattered all over the place, and at the same time felt relieved, they also had a glimmer of hope.

...Maybe there is still salvation?

But no one dared to cheer, they could tell that this female swordsman was already covered in scars.

The brass bell of Rashomon vibrated, Daitengu crushed the rosary in Ri's hand, got up and planned to do it himself.

Ibuki-douji raised his hand to block the big tengu, it swallowed a sip of blood wine unhurriedly, raised his hand and waved lightly, a bloody light flashed among the ghosts, a thin figure galloped, Over a distance of tens of meters in an instant.

Xue Hong slashed at Yu Gongying, she hurriedly swung her knife to resist, and was repelled five steps in an instant.

She looked at the attacker. It was an extremely thin man holding a knife in his hand. This knife was very beautiful and glowed with clear white light.

But Yu Gongying didn't dare to be careless. When she saw this knife, her whole body became nervous. This knife seemed to be fished out of blood, every inch was soaked in the smell of blood, full of the roar of the dead , This is a demon sword that beheads countless people. Even the blood debt of the executioner on the execution platform is less than one ten-thousandth of it. It may be the real demon sword... Murasame.

The person holding the demon knife is not a human, but a ghost. Yu Gongying can't feel the other party's will, it is probably just a puppet wielding the knife, and the conscious is this beautiful and bloodthirsty demon knife.

The opponent moved, the light of the knife was approaching, and there was a pale flash. Yu Gongying held the knife with one hand, and her strength was not as good as that of the opponent. She also knew that holding the knife with both hands would probably not be able to beat the opponent in terms of strength. Fortunately, it was a real sword. , she trusts in her sword skills.

Everyone couldn't keep up with the speed of the two swords. The swords were too fast, and they couldn't see the weapons themselves clearly when they were slashing, and even the afterimages couldn't be seen clearly. Sword Qi can also easily break through the concrete stones on the ground.

After consecutive fights, Yu Gongying gradually realized that her strength was not enough, and she could not fight a procrastination battle, so she decided to act quickly. With the blessing of her mind, Budu Yuhun also provided purple electric spiritual power. As soon as she stepped on the ground, her body moved Charged forward, holding a spiritual knife, purple lightning flashed.

This extremely fast sword drawing technique was blocked.

The demon knife got stuck in the most vulnerable break of Budu Yuhun, and her knife couldn't cut through.

The ghost laughed loudly, kicked her in the lower abdomen, kicked Yu Gongying away, watched the woman roll back and dodge, it couldn't get in, and slashed down the demon knife in his hand, it was just the purest vertical chop Slashing, there is no light wave, but this knife forcibly splits the [-]-meter knife mark.

Yu Gongying couldn't dodge, and she really had no strength, so she was injured, blood gushed out from her shoulder, half of her clothes were chopped off, half of her corset was exposed, and she was wearing a scarf around her neck. The red rope was wetted with blood and turned reddish brown, and there was a deep knife mark on the fair skin.

Her face was pale, she gasped in pain, and tried several times to get up but failed to stand up.

Many people were heartbroken and distressed watching this scene.

She has persisted for a long time, and she has tried her best, and it is not her responsibility to lose or lose.

Many people said that she should run away quickly, but no one dared to speak, let alone rush up to block the ghost's knife.

If she loses, everyone will die. Everyone knows this truth, but ordinary people don't have the courage to sacrifice their lives to the sword. This can't be blamed for their cowardice, but the human nature is to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

Yu Gongying watched the blood-dripping demon knife approaching, she seemed to be powerless to resist, and even lowered her head when the other party raised the knife.

At the moment when the other party swung the knife, Yu Gongying suddenly exerted strength in her legs, like a cheetah galloping suddenly, charged straight, and met the blade of the demon knife.

The speed of the ghost swinging the knife was obviously faster, and the knife slashed towards her neck.

It seemed that blood would splatter on the spot in the next moment.

But Yu Gongying suddenly showed a sly sneer, the ring of Kun hidden in the gully was activated, and a light gray true energy barrier emerged, blocking the fatal blow.

When... the demon knife was flicked away, the ghost's body stiffened.

In a blink of an eye, Yu Gongying chopped off the ghost's head, and a huge head flew up.

Yu Gongying landed on the ground, the skin on her legs was covered with scars from the friction of stones, she pressed the ground with one hand, and took a few breaths with difficulty.

"Win, win..." she whispered, "The fourteenth horse."

Without the ring of Kun that Duan Mujin lent her, I'm afraid she was really going to die just now, but this also means that her last resort has also been exhausted.

What should I do next?

Yu Gongying didn't know either, she could only try her best to prop up her upper body, but at this moment she heard the shouts from the crowd.

"Watch your back!"

"It's not dead!"

"Get out of the way!"

Yu Gongying froze for a moment and looked back, the demon knife that had lost its head was still standing, even turned around, and raised the knife at her.

The woman's face changed drastically in an instant, and she subconsciously forgot that this is not a human but a group of Shuras, its body is just a puppet, and what controls this body is the demon sword, it will not die without its head... Realized that there was something wrong with the knife, but she didn't have time to think about these details just now.

Careless.

Yu Gongying thought to herself mockingly, she had no strength to dodge, and the number of defenses of the Ring of Kun had also been exhausted.

The ghosts in the distance are already gearing up and ready to go. When she falls, it will be a massacre without any suspense.

But she has tried her best, but the physique of people cannot be generalized, she is not a demon, and she is far behind him.

There was a slight metal trembling in the air, and the sharp knife piercing the air was pointed at her neck.

The people of Yingzhou and tourists from all over the world are about to witness the brutal execution scene.

Even Yu Gongying bowed her head in resignation.

The moment she lowered her head and closed her eyes, it was as if the sound of war drums and thunder was coming from far to near, and something crossed a long distance, from subtle to clear, from light to heavy, like a shell, something broke Arrived empty.

There is a wind blowing, like a storm passing by, the violent wind sweeps the atmosphere, blowing from the street to the end of the street, the copper bell of Rashomon reverberates uncomfortably.

Yu Gongying subconsciously opened her eyes, and the demon knife and ghost were gone. When she raised her head, she saw a familiar figure with her back to the sun.

The young man smiled at her: "Hi~ are you ok?"

Chapter Four Hundred and Eighteen

When he asked in Chinese-style English, even he laughed.

This sentence was obviously teasing her.

Yu Gongying glared at him: "It's so late."

...It's really stinky and shameless, are you still laughing?

Shirataki said in a relaxed tone: "It's more popular, and many fanatical fans on the road asked me to sign it."

"sign?"

"Signed with their blood."

Shirataki lightly brushed off the fact that he was forced to delay for thirteen seconds by killing seventy, eighty, or ninety big monsters along the way.

He politely looked away: "Your clothes are torn, why don't you cover them yourself? There are so many people watching."

Yu Gongying was taken aback for a moment, and then noticed that her corset was exposed.

Her face turned red, and she covered her chest with one hand, but she couldn't see clearly at all, because the blood spilled from the wound covered her skin.

"...Say it after peeping for several times?" She complained in a low voice, "Say it sooner if you know."

"It's about this time, who cares about looking at your southern hemisphere?" Shirataki's expression under the mask looked innocent.

He took off his coat and put it on Yu Gongying.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, how is the injury?"

"Physical strength is exhausted, fractures and blood loss, and life is not hindered for the time being."

"Can you still get up?" Shirataki stretched out his hand, "Need me to help?"

Yu Gongying held the opponent's hand and stood up with a little force, but still staggered, her shoulders leaned on the opponent's arms, and her cheeks were close.

When the two of them practiced throwing skills, they actually had more intimate movements than they do now, but they didn't think about that, but now she blushed consciously.

Yu Gongying looked at her legs, in fact, she should still be able to stand up, but somehow she couldn't use her strength, and her body was inexplicably tired.