I Became an Anonymous Boss

The eunuch turned around and left the martial arts arena, shaking the wind and sand with his sleeves.

"start!"

When the announcement sounded, Situ Longxiang's eyes lit up countless times. He came to the court with bare hands, so he is not qualified to wear weapons.The true essence is flowing, his muscles are plump, full of terrifying explosive power, the body is tempered, the true essence is tempered, a warrior who walks step by step, the foundation is solid, and he does not need any weapons in his hands. He is a weapon in the world. It can kill a martial artist with a third level of innate ability.

So to deal with Shirataki, he is confident that he only needs one punch!

Bai Taki's Qi Containing Kung Fu is indeed not weak, but he is the strongest and can't exceed the third level of innate, let alone the Vientiane Realm, I'm afraid he hasn't even tempered his body. It's a show, and it's good to be able to grasp [-]% of the essence. How can you have the patience to polish your muscles and endure the pain of forging your bones? This weak physique is the cause of your failure!

True essence turned into a gang, Situ Long rose up like a beast, and swung his fist forward, this blow was a perfect coincidence.

Combining his physique, qi, and understanding of boxing techniques, he created a heroic artistic conception. The roaring gale wind roared like a dragon and an elephant in unison. The name is called a dragon and an elephant, and he does have the power of an elephant.

Realm, state, artistic conception, skill, mentality, all these factors are integrated and unique, which has made him the pinnacle of heroic fist.

This bravery is in the heart, the mountains are broken, and the sea is also broken!

With a powerful enemy approaching, Shirataki remained calm.

As the wind blows towards his face, the demon waved his sleeves, but it was not a cloud dragon with one sleeve, but fist to fist.

Boom, there was a loud noise, with the aftertaste of a sledgehammer hitting a bell, strong sound waves and air waves swept all directions, stirring up countless smoke and dust.

The ground of the martial arts field collapsed, dozens of blue bricks were broken, and spider webs were densely covered with cracks.

The next moment, the figure retreated violently, and the martial arts field was stained with bright red blood.

All the officials are silent, and the drop of a needle can be heard.

The one who vomited blood and retreated was actually Situ Longxiang.

Everyone can see that after the first move, the winner is already divided.

Bai Taki stepped out from the smoke and dust, his clothes fluttering like a broken bamboo, he was unrestrained and neat, with an outstanding demeanor.

He glanced at Situ Longxiang, and sarcastically said in a cold voice, "Are you also worthy of being a Taoist protector?"

Chapter four hundred and eighty third thunder in the world

The heroic spirit is as powerful as the waves of the sea, but it clangs and shatters in front of the stronger rock.

Situ Longxiang's boxing intentions were by no means a showy show, but he met an opponent he shouldn't have.

He tried to overwhelm his opponent with his physique and artistic conception.

But after Bai Taki stepped through the Profound Gate of Life and Death, his physical strength had already broken through the limit of the ordinary realm.

The artistic conception itself is different from the Tao. Although it can provide blessings to martial arts, it is still rigid in form.

So fist to fist, Situ Longxiang was defeated miserably before he could last a breath.

Bai Taki waved his hand, vigorously blowing away the smoke and dust, and said indifferently: "Are you also worthy of being a Taoist protector?"

Not only killing people, but also killing people.

The voices of the spectators were all hoarse, and there was nothing but disbelief on their faces.

Unbelievable so what, it's the truth.

Situ Longxiang's qi and blood were rolling, and his true qi was counter-pressed back. The injury wasn't really broken bones, but the momentum pushed back and hurt himself.

The anger on his face turned into a brief moment of astonishment, he didn't know how he could be defeated so simply in one move.

Then the astonishment turned into ten times more embarrassing anger.

"It's impossible, you're a Buddhist vajra!"

Situ Longxiang roared, suppressing the tumbling qi and blood, the cultivation base of the Vientiane Realm was fully opened, and the power of the image rolled in. The muscles under the armor of his right arm were like horned dragons, and his body was swollen and expanded under the stimulation of the true essence. It has reached one and a half times its original size, and the heat is billowing.

"Drink—!"

Situ Longxiang pushes forward with the force of an elephant, like a high-speed train whizzing past.

So, on the other hand, Shirataki's posture was always calm, no growling, only a clenched right fist.

Rotate the heels, twist the waist, relax the shoulders, swing the wrists, and then make a fist, the muscles are tightened like a steel wire, and tightened again.

Cracks exploded on the ground under his feet, and the cracks on the martial arts field continued to spread. The sleeves of his white clothes fluttered, as if there were boundless winds and clouds brewing in the sleeves.

Break the dragon elephant with a punch.

This blow was like a broken bamboo.

There was no suspense in the collision, and Situ Longxiang was defeated again. This time, he flew directly out of the martial arts arena and fell into the stone wall, with half of his body embedded in the wall.

The swollen right arm collided with Shirataki's seemingly slender arm, and the armor on the arm exploded inch by inch, exposing the red right arm, showing a strange purple color on the arm, a large amount of Qi and blood accumulated with nowhere to release, from the capillaries It erupted into a blood mist, dripping with blood.

When everyone looked at it, their hair stood on end. This arm was probably half useless.

On the other hand, Shirataki slowly took out a wet tissue and wiped the blood on his fist.

Shengxue was still dressed in white, and his sleeves were not even torn, which showed that his grasp of strength was already meticulous.

Fomalhaut's face was sinking like water, he didn't expect such a result, but...it was definitely not that Situ Longxiang was too weak, but that his opponent was too strong.

"Who is this person?" the general asked.

"Gods and demons don't ask." Yan Yunyan replied.

"No. [-] on the list?" Fomalhaut still frowned, "I've heard that the rumors in Jianghu are amazing, but..."

"There's nothing to do, it's all true." Yan Yunyan looked indifferently: "This person can kill the Heavenly King Realm not only by wisdom, but also by force. It is said that so far, no one has forced him to use all his strength."

"Isn't this full strength?" Another general lost his voice.

"Do you think he tried his best? It's obviously very relaxed." Yan Yunyan said: "There is no mention of his strength on any intelligence network. Who would want to get this elegant and scholar-like young man in white? His physique is not weaker than that of the Buddhist Vajra Realm... What a monster."

"If what the concubine said is true..." Fomalhaut tapped his fingers on the table, "His Highness Xiuyu really didn't miss it, dogs are not like people."

"The general wants to admit defeat?" Yan Yunyan asked.

"Of course not." Fomalhaut said in a low voice like a lion.

"If this goes on like this, Situ Longxiang may really be beaten to death. If he is not killed, he will also be destroyed." Yan Yunyan reminded: "If you want to take action, you should do it as soon as possible. "

Fomalhaut followed goodness like a stream, got up immediately, and a generation of Saint Yuanjing said loudly: "Dragon Elephant, get up!"

As soon as he made a sound, hundreds of officials cast their eyes, and thousands of people looked at him, wanting to see what the Minister of the Ministry of War, the number one swordsman, was going to do.

If the fight continues like this, people will die, and Fomalhaut will not watch Situ Longxiang being beaten to death, he will definitely make a move.

Quite a few were waiting for him to make a move or to open his mouth. It was actually wrong to make a move. As a senior, Fomalhaut, if he shamelessly made a move against a junior, no matter whether Shirataki wins or loses, his reputation will be achieved.

Situ Longxiang broke free from the stone wall, his right arm was sore and swollen, and he almost lost consciousness, but he was still able to move. He heard the voice of the general, looked towards Fomalhaut, and immediately understood what to do.

At this point, he can't lose no matter what, even if he uses some despicable means, he should win!

What's more, after failing two moves in a row, he was already depressed and urgently needed a release.

Immediately without hesitation, he obeyed Fomalhaut's instructions and shouted: "General, borrow your sword!"

Fomalhaut's expression was calm, he patted the scabbard lightly, and the saber sheathed with him was unsheathed spiritually. After coiling around the martial arts arena like a snake, it landed precisely in front of Situ Longxiang.

It can be said that the general has the right to go up to court with a sword, which can be said to be an added honor. Naturally, his sword is not an ordinary sword.

This is a genuine famous knife, which is already close to the ranks of magic weapons, and its grade is about the same as that of Wutonghuo.

The name of the knife is Kun.

Situ Longxiang was not qualified to touch this knife at all in the past. Now he has the opportunity to hold this knife, which is also a good thing for him. The moment he holds the famous knife, he feels the majestic true energy contained in the knife. Situ Long Xiang's hair spread out, and the majestic qi rushed into the limbs and bones, flowed through the acupuncture points all over his body, rushed away from Baihui Rendu, his hair danced wildly, and the stagnant qi and blood on his swollen right arm improved a lot in an instant.

It's just true qi, what's more important is not true qi, but the innate power attached to this knife.

That is the vision of the king of heaven!

Fomalhaut is the Saint Yuan Realm. At the age of forty, he proved his innate Taoism and stepped into the Heavenly King Realm. In this realm, he achieved the title of the first person in Daqin swordsmanship in ten years. His understanding of swordsmanship is perfect. Accompanying him through more than [-] spring and autumn years, the sword is his way, whoever can get his saber will be able to comprehend the innate way that is similar to it.

The assistance given by Fomalhaut was beyond specification, completely breaking the balance of the battle situation, not only helping Situ Longxiang to stabilize the wound, but also giving him the authority to use the vision of the king once.

How could Xiuyu, who is also in the Heavenly King Realm, not be able to see it, Princess Zhenguo's eyes turned red: "Famarashimen—!"

The general sat calmly, his face not flushed and not out of breath: "Your Highness can also borrow a sword, so I won't say anything."

Before this battle, no rules were set, and Shirataki even demanded that fists and feet be blind to life and death, of course it is okay to make outside moves, as long as you are shameless.

From this perspective, Fomalhaut borrowing swords and visions are all within the allowable range.

The reason is this, shameless is really shameless, in order to win, he has done everything he can.

Situ Longxiang took a deep breath like a whale absorbing water, and the majestic zhenqi that surpassed the realm of all phenomena circulated in his limbs and bones. His eyes were no longer in focus. Looking at the knives in his hands, the red thunder light flickered on the knives, breaking through all phenomena Restricted by the artistic conception, the door of the Dao of swordsmanship at the level of the heavenly king is opened in his eyes, and the vision of the heavenly king reappears in his hands.

Situ Longxiang's body is just a carrier, what really inspires is the vision in this kunning knife, the red thunder overflows.

A real master, who has three points of momentum and strikes, swings the knife with [-]% strength the moment he swings the knife, the momentum of the knife is complete, and there is nothing that can't be cut.

The vision of the king of heaven, thunder in the world.

The world is thundering, and there is nothing false.

There was a thunderclap on the ground.

Chi Lei quickly split the Martial Arts Field into two parts, turning the sand and stone into powder wherever it passed.

Shirataki stepped forward with his left foot, stepped back with his right foot, made a gesture, stepped on both feet, and carried the universe.

Tianmo is accumulating energy in both hands, brewing cloud energy in the sleeve of his right hand, and holding his left palm in the air.

Vision of the Heavenly King Panlong!

The gravel rolled under the martial arts field, the dragon raised his head, and the stone dragon roared to welcome the thunder.

It was broken in one breath.

Bai Taki remained indifferent, and then made a second move, a dragon in one sleeve, as powerful as a broken bamboo.

The dragon of cloud and air was involved in the thunder, like a storm rolling thunder, the white clouds formed a vortex, and countless thunders were trapped in it.

Two gasps.

The Thunder Saber was approaching, less than three steps away.

The sky and the earth are surging.

Shirataki sneered, raised his hand and drew the hammer, the four-style thunder fell into the palm of his hand, taking over the momentum of the thunder saber, like a cataclysmic thunder falling from the sky, the indigo thunder collided with the red thunder light, and a piercing sound erupted, like a thousand The birds hissed.

The thunder in Shirataki's eyes was firmly resisted by him, he swung the hammer, spun around in the air, let go of his right hand, and returned with a stroke of thunder and lightning.