I Became an Anonymous Boss

The combat power of the Survey Corps is indeed the highest, there is no doubt about it.

Xia Houmei joked, "Come and kill me?"

The beauty is picturesque, the blood cuts the throat, the saint of the Albizia sect may be a black fungus, but Wuqingdao pays attention to entering the body and not entering the heart, she is very good at killing people, and training dogs is also good.

Ba Bu Shen catcher's face was very ugly, no matter what she said, she just looked at each other and didn't dare to move.

This is not a sparring session, the mobile phone is only once, and Xia Houmei's vision of the king of heaven is extremely vicious overnight.

It seems to be a spring breeze, but it is actually a vision of the heavenly king that makes people age and die quickly. However, almost all the dead on the Yingtian bridge are still alive and dying of old age.

This way of death is too miserable, it would be better to cut the neck with a knife.

If you don't enter the Heavenly King Realm, how can you compete against the Heavenly King Realm?

But at this moment, a woman came slowly, and the crowd heard the sound of a piano, and unconsciously moved out of the way.

The crowd was like a separate stream, and a woman with a guqin in her arms came to the front of the formation and drifted past without even looking at the astonished Habugami.

Xia Houmei narrowed his eyes: "It's you again..."

There was a bit of evil in her laughter: "You actually took the initiative to wade into this muddy water, your piano sound is too harsh."

"The sound of the zither is suitable for the battlefield. Haven't you heard of Guangling San?" Qin Gu Gaorou said lightly. She plucked the strings, and the vacuum sound waves vibrated.

Xia Houmei's voice was drowned in the sound waves, her sleeves fluttered, and the paper umbrella she held in her hand also showed some cracks and gaps.

"It seems that your injury is still not healed." Gao Rou said.

"Your strings are repaired very quickly." Xia Houmei sneered.

"..." Gao Rou just plucked the strings, and the sound of the piano almost covered the flow of the river.

"The rivers and lakes are the rivers and lakes. Fighting with you is what I wished for, and it's better than fighting with these bastards." Xia Houmei suddenly showed a seductive style, and the phantom of the goddess appeared: "Why didn't you fight before? "

"There is a young man I admire very much who wants me to help." Gao Judao: "And I just happen to dislike you."

"Oh? Could it be that little lover of yours? Seeing you have a fairy face and a gentle appearance, it's ridiculous that you like old cows to eat young grass. Tianxiang Pavilion is such a place...I think you have good qualifications and you've been taken care of It's okay, even though you're an old woman, you might as well consider joining my Hehuan Sect, and I'll teach you how to dominate men." Xia Houmei deliberately smeared and ridiculed together, it was a scheming.

The crowd on the side backed away immediately, for fear of being involved, many people blocked their ears to show that they didn't hear anything.

There is a cause of death called - you know too much.

Can anyone listen to Tianwang's gossip?

Gao Rou lightly plucked the strings, and said: "He allowed me to play a few piano scores, and there is also a brand new piece of music called piano, which fits my way, and maybe allows me to go further on the way of rhythm, and even better. I agreed to make suggestions for Tianxiang Pavilion and further improve the business model, so that we can earn more money than you without selling ourselves, and I only need to deal with you once. This is a cost-effective business ...you tell me, why not do it?"

Xiahou said between his eyebrows that there is still such a deal?

Of course she chose not to believe it, and was about to sneer, but was interrupted by the sound of the piano again, making her teeth itch from hatred.

There is no way, the other party is practicing the sonic piano sound, the voice is louder, and there is a member-level privilege of silence and silence.

"Stop talking nonsense." Gao Rou raised her eyes: "Xiahoumei, you have nothing to do with you seeking skins from tigers, but I should take care of you when you help the evildoers. Many things behind this matter are completely connected with me, even Today I'm going all out to break the strings, but I'm going to let your blood splatter three feet."

She played the qin, and the sound of the qin was filled with layers of murderous intentions, and the grass and trees were all soldiers, ambush on all sides.

Heavenly kings clash, righteousness and evil fight!

……

Liu Gui walked alone on the narrow path, the white snow fell on his hair, and the silvery white hair was dyed white with frost.

With his hands in his pockets, he seemed like an ordinary old man, nothing special about him.

Until the other end of this alleyway, a white dress appeared.

In the narrow path that only allows one person to pass, when two people meet, one of them is destined to retreat.

Ten steps away, white snow fluttered.

The wonderful monk in white raised his hand and proclaimed the Buddha's name: "It's the first time we meet, poor monk Kubo."

Liu Gui also raised his hand, bowed back, lowered his head, and planned to back away.

"Your Excellency can't go." Ku Bo said, raising his hand, "Why pretend to retreat? It seems like I'm afraid of the poor monk."

"Master's Dharma is profound, and his cultivation base is penetrating, how can I not be afraid?" Old Ghost Liu shook his head to express his invincibility: "And I don't understand what Master said."

"You don't need to pretend, you have destroyed the rosary beads made by the poor monk's Bodhi son, the poor monk can't see it." Kupu shook his head, he raised his palm, the flying snow in his palm turned into flowing water, picked up a handful of snowflakes, and turned into A handful of clear water: "I see a ladle of water, forty-eight thousand insects..."

"Buddhist Kingdom in your palm?" Old Ghost Liu's pupils shrank slightly.

"No, it's just observing cause and effect, measuring the past and the present." Ku Bo thought for a while and then said: "The poor monk also tests the marriage relationship... It's just that after meeting a strange benefactor in the past, he didn't dare to test it anymore. The marriage relationship is very messy." He added: "The benefactor's surname is Bai, and he doesn't like monks very much. He always asks the poor monk how much the Panlong Daxiang sells for, and says that it doesn't cost money to draw lots."

Old Ghost Liu listened to the babbling of the monk in white, but he lost the patience to continue pretending: "Are you here to chat with me?"

"Yes." Ku Bo smiled: "Chatting is the best. The poor monk likes to chat and doesn't like to fight. If you are willing to chat with the poor monk until the next morning, it is the most suitable, so that the poor monk doesn't have to do anything. It's considered a gift." His Royal Highness, an explanation."

"... Forget it." Old Ghost Liu bowed his head, he stopped pretending after a showdown: "Then let's do it."

The skinny body suddenly swelled, like blowing up a balloon, and it changed from skinny to strong in an instant, with a thousand souls overflowing from one arm, and burning snow from the other.

Kubo sighed softly: "The poor monk... hates violence."

As he spoke, he clasped his palms together, and the white snow in the whole alley rolled up in an instant, turning into a long pure white river hanging above it, like a river of stars filling the sky.

"Offended." The monk said: "This trick is called old tree rooting."

"You Monk Hua dare to mock me!" The eunuch furiously said, "I have broken your sense of right and wrong!"

……

In the woods, the frightened birds do not fall in the forest, and the snow dances like fallen leaves.

The figures staggered and separated, and fatal scenes were staged again and again.

Everyone is dancing on the sword, a mistake in judgment may die at any time.

Yi Honglei swung her sword and chopped it down, but was poked at the waist of the sword by Cao Zhong's finger. There was nowhere to exert force. Even holding a piece of wooden stick can be used, even better than her, and her understanding of artistic conception is more than several times stronger than her. She was shocked, and was knocked back by a backhand knife. She thought it was Su Ruoshui's chopping , but a closer look revealed that it was a hand knife.

Cao Zhong folded his five fingers together as a blade, disassembled the moves of the three young people who were born in the talent list, and used them at will. The Wanxiang Realm was able to criticize the essence of the opponent's martial arts at will and turn them into his own use, relying on his vast experience and innate comprehension force.

Beiming Qingqiu evaded the deadly move for the third time, and one-third of the waist-length black silk hair was cut off. The passing sword energy was like a laser beam rippling across the snow field, and chopped the thick tofu like a hole. On the rock wall, cold sweat flowed out, the saint felt death beckoning to her, and even had no time to care about the black hair specially kept for the son's liking, Beiming Qingqiu whispered: "Either desperately, or run away..."

"Kill him, don't even think about running away, my old lady can't bear the humiliation." Yi Honglei held a ball of blood to cool the painful tiger's mouth.

Su Ruoshui stared at Cao Zhong, and she said: "The Great Myriad Phrases Realm, together they are no match, so we can only escape, separately."

There seemed to be differences of opinion, but Su Ruoshui continued to say, "Don't be arrogant, just run away...I'll finish it off."

Her tone was very calm, because Su Ruoshui was not afraid of death, she was not afraid of it a long time ago, she was only afraid that her death would be worthless.

It's just that they don't know.

Dressed in white clothes, he has already left the city gate, and the heavenly demon is like a startled bird stepping on the snow.

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Cao Zhong didn't hold back. When he reached his level, he had no feelings for beauty, not to mention delicate women, even the elderly, children and pregnant women, as long as they were enemies, he would kill them without mercy.

The great eunuch has only one wish in his life, which is to assist an emperor. He naturally chose Prince Zhao Hou to dress him up. Cao Zhong did not have a strong desire for power, but he was extremely loyal to the Zhao family. Personal heart knot, when he was selected into the palace as a eunuch, he changed several masters in a row, and they all died innocently and violently. Later, even though he was powerful, he still suffered from being unable to repay the original benefactor, and his mood was not complete.

Cao Zhong's heart has a knot in this aspect. He has no political ambitions, so he has stayed in the Great Vientiane Realm for many years. After all, he has not been able to prove the innate way. Seeking the way is a process, and it needs a result. His final decision is Supporting a prince to become the Ninth Five-Year Supreme is very similar to the Prince's teacher. He chose Zhao Hou and assisted him for many years. Perhaps as long as Zhao Hou sits on the throne of the emperor, Cao Zhong's Heavenly King Realm will also become That's right, together with the huge luck subsidy, it will become the shield and fangs that protect the Great Qin royal family for a hundred years.

Now that Zhao Hou was injured here by the ghost Liu, he almost beat the prince into a cripple, his meridians were cut off, and his organs were damaged. He could barely save his life, but his life was definitely short. The emperor may not live for a few years.

Cao Zhong's eyes were about to burst, his heart ached, and his painstaking efforts over the years were in vain, which brought back painful memories of the past.

Could it be that the benefactor Cao Zhong has served all his life is doomed not to end well?Could it be that he is a natural broom star?

He couldn't get the answer, no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't get the answer, so he could only vent his killing intent. What he wanted to kill was Old Ghost Liu, and Beiming Qingqiu was just very unlucky to bump into him. And the lack of holy fire will is a top secret, how could Beiming Qingqiu leak it?

Even if she noticed something, she didn't have a chance to explain it. It was impossible for Cao Zhong to listen patiently, and he lacked the rationality to distinguish right from wrong.

He was like a raging devil, so crazy that he couldn't hold back.

In this kind of madness, there is an extremely rational killing intent, giving up all thinking, just to kill and kill the enemy.

After he used all his strength and realm, the odds of winning had already been announced unilaterally.

The list of three celebrities, young people, seems to be very tricky, but for him, it is just a little troublesome.

Experience, strength, realm, all aspects, not to mention the three, even if it is the first and second in the list, he still has a [-]% to [-]% chance of winning.

Across the rivers and lakes for half a year, one shot can be the difference between life and death.

Therefore, within less than a stick of incense from the start of the confrontation, he had already won.

Beiming Qingqiu tried his best to resist, but facing the Great Vientiane Realm, he was really far behind.

Even if the secret technique of the Sacred Fire Sect was activated, and the Sacred Fire Order was urged through the Wutong fire, and all efforts were made, it only won less than three minutes.

All the snow in the woods has been melted.

If this battle was not a battle of life and death, Cao Zhong would hold back for a minute or two, Beiming Qingqiu would have been able to hold on longer, but the most fearful thing is to use old tricks.

Before the new move is seen through by Cao Zhong, it can achieve miraculous effects. However, once the essence of the move is seen through, he can point out the unique artistic conception from the Vientiane Realm to deal with it. Cao Zhong rolled white snow with his bare hands. A snowball rolled on the ground and turned into a huge snowball the size of two people. The snowball charged forward like a tank. It looked ordinary, but in fact it contained violent true energy and ice and snow inside. The artistic conception of the knife and axe.

Beiming Qingqiu had no way to dodge, so he could only meet the blow with the holy fire order. The moment he touched the snowball, his slender white jade palms became dripping with blood as if being twisted by a chain full of jagged teeth.

Afterwards, Cao Zhong came out through the snow, blasting the sea of ​​qi in her dantian with a move of killing power, which directly dissipated the zhenqi transported away from her whole body. The shattered dantian of a warrior can also be repaired, but once the dantian is hit during a battle, it will inevitably bring about the consequences of dispersing the true energy. If it is not for physical training, at this time, even a single move of martial arts cannot be released. silence.

Su Ruoshui swept out from the side, and used the melted snow water as a medium to display the most proud move. This sword dance is good at alternating offense and defense, defeating the strong with the weak, and can delay time when facing an unrivaled enemy. In the final analysis, it is the principle of four or two strokes of a thousand catties. If the sword is not incessant, it will not be defeated.

It's a pity that when encountering the Great Vientiane Realm with less than six people in the whole world, Cao Zhong overwhelmed them with force, Xueshui was broken by a palm, and Su Ruoshui's shoulder was directly dislocated.

"There is a simple reason for four taels to move a thousand catties. One is that you have four taels, and the other is that I am only a thousand catties!"

"Famous sect, heh!"

Cao Zhong sneered, and took pictures of the wind and snow with his bare hands. His steel-like hands strangled Su Ruoshui and Beiming Qingqiu's necks, and lifted them up. The head of a delicate beauty.

He tried to clasp his five fingers, but suddenly his expression turned cold, and he threw Su Ruoshui to the side. The woman's body was thrown like a cannonball, passing through a black shadow, and was caught by Yi Honglei who had just breathed a sigh of relief.

Cao Zhong's eyes are like an automatically locked camera, moving left and right, up and down, and as his neck turns again and again, he looks at the falling snow around him, and there seems to be a figure approaching in the snow.

But he didn't catch it until a hand crossed a long distance and reached directly towards his face.

With five fingers approaching, Cao Zhong retreated directly, he did not let go of the palm that was strangling Beiming Qingqiu's throat.

The hand fell directly to Cao Zhong's arm, the meaning was very clear.

——If you don’t let go, don’t take this hand.

So the palm was placed on the wrist of Cao Zhong's right arm, and the two sides touched each other.